Notes - love is . . . / no concern

       Mid-morning. Breakfast, the paper and morning chores are done. Carol is working on number game in the paper. Spooky is sunning herself in Carol’s office and Jadah is nowhere to be seen. The day is partly cloudy with a chance of rain in the afternoon. Mason’s Friday night football game with Colrain was cancelled at the last minute last night because of a bomb threat – a first in your memory. – Amorella

       0942 hours. We’ve have had false bomb threats at school before but never at a football game as far as I know. The first thing I was my pledge to Laney back in the nineties until I retired was that I would have her back, so to speak, if an armed intruder began firing away. I would protect her as long as I could just as I would help to protect any students or anyone else from harm. I remember thinking, ‘I have lived a long time’ it makes no difference as far as I am concerned’. Laney had two little kids and needed to continue being a good mother. Besides, she was and still is very important in my psychological/heart life. I love Laney and cannot imagine I would ever not. This resurrects an old philosophical problem I have thought on from time to time. First, I feel it is possible to love two or even three people equally. For instance Carol and Laney; not in the same way of course, but the love is there. And, I wonder how that is if one dies physically but remains spiritually. Does one get to ‘meet and greet’ with old loves as well as present loves? Is this a sin to love more than one person equally?

       We have gone over this before, boy. Love is not defined with an equal in it, period. Love is not justice under the law, political or moral. – Amorella – Were you going to say something about ‘not using a negative to define something’? – Amorella

       0957 hours. It just popped up in my head and I attempted to un-consider it because of old spiritual memories freshly also popped up. I would just as soon avoid an ‘internal’ argument. I don’t know how I got into this presently. I wasn’t thinking about love when I began this blog.

       I began this blog posting. – Amorella

       1003 hours. Yes, you did. It is time to go up and take a bath then perhaps do some exercises.

       Later, boy. Post. - Amorella

       Mid-afternoon. After your bath in the new hallway bathroom you played with Jadah as Carol was doing housework. Then, feeling somewhat guilty, you scrubbed the green off the lower deck south facing built in bench and nearby floor. Off to errands and a late lunch of McD’s Egg McMuffins after having the Avalon washed at Mike’s and filled up. Your average miles per gallon for the trip to and from Colorado is 37.8. This included three days of in-mountain driving and usually speeds of 75 to 80 miles per hour on the way to Colorado Springs and the return trip to Mason (speed limit 75 on the Western interstates). Presently you are sitting in the shade at Rose Hill Cemetery enjoying the breeze and hearing the drummer practicing at the high school for the Friday make up game tomorrow afternoon. The arrival of thunder from the west now exists. – Amorella

       1512 hours. Tim is mowing his yard and we paid for mowing ours about the time we arrive home. Good to talking to him – Mason has a week off at Thanksgiving break. That’s a surprise. Good for them. Kids will love it and so will families that travel for Thanksgiving or have a big dinner to prepare for on Thursday. The wind is picking up and you can really hear the leaves above our heads. Cool. I always like the wind and don’t mind most storms coming into play – Nature’s powers in the sky. Reminds me of big storms coming in from the southwest when we lived in Minerva Park south of Westerville. My room faced the south with windows in the south and west. Lots of drama in the sky during 1951 through 1959. At Grandparents Orndorff’s I also had a south and an east window – still good for incoming storms. My room was as private property in both places, at least so I claimed silently. The door was most always shut. I liked the quiet, library-like quiet, still do.

       So, do you want a metal for this, young man? – Amorella

       1529 hours. Sorry.

       Do not erase. – Amorella

       1530 hours. I forgot I was writing the words  -- they were just random thoughts.

       Hardly random. Shows your character. Too bad. Most people would not like to have their thoughts read. – Amorella

       1532 hours. I don’t mind. Writing thoughts down is just habit.

       That it is for you. No concern for an odd thought coming into mind. – Amorella

       When I was waiting to cash my monthly allowance check at the bank today the young lady (early twenties) was dressed in tight pants and a semi-loose T-shirt. She was commandoed – no underwear top or bottom. I had to smile to myself. No doubt it was a lark on her part, not much left for the imagination either way so I just enjoyed the sights and her then present sense of freedom. (1436)

       Carol just stopped reading. Time to go. Later, dude. Post when it’s plausible. - Amorella