Post.
- Amorella
Mid-afternoon. A
stop at Hallmark at VOA as there is a sign "Store Closing Sale". -
Amorella
1459 hours. This is a surprise as the
store has been here since the VOA opened, some fifteen years I think.
You
are waiting for Carol who is taking her walk at the community center. Let's go
to chapter three drafting. - Amorella
1522 hours. I'm ready.
1709 hours. We have chapter
three completed for now. Here it is.
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Soki's Choice 3, ©2017, rho
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It is another pleasant Cleveland day in late January. Pyl,
Justin and Blake finished a lunch of ham and cheese sandwiches with sides of
chips. Getting up from the table Pyl checks the tree-lined backyard for blown
small branches and sticks.
Justin and Blake move to the couch and chair in the nearby
Bose-styled media room. Once settled
Justin asks, “How is the family company doing?”
Once Blake adjusts the sound of smooth jazz playing and sits
relaxed, he talks the CEO talk of Electronic Communication Software. “You
know,” says Blake, “Dad started in a small empty space that had been a small
used book store near the college campus. He took classes at Fenn College, in
the early sixties then transferred to Case-Western. We grew up in a three-story
off West Fairmount in the Heights.”
“We drive by every time we come up,” responds Justin. “The
old screened porch is still awesome.”
“Dad had it screened. He reconditioned the old electric fan
motors himself. We used it full time in the summer. In the late seventies, he
thought about building chips for the radar detector business down in Cincinnati
but decided it wasn’t for us.” Both men sit chilling on a long George Benson's
guitar piece.
Pyl strolls in from the back yard. “I love that big old
sugar maple, look, it’s January and I found this beautiful orange leaf by the
bushes.”
In a perfectly cadenced tone Blake adds, “I'm thinking about
cutting that maple down, Pyl. It's old and the highest tree out back. If we get
a terrible storm it could come down on the house.”
Glancing at the rising anger in Pyl’s face, Justin turns up
the next piece, a Walter Beasley sax rendition of "Do You Wanna
Dance," thinking on how brother-in-law Blake sets the bait and on how Pyl
almost always picks up on it.
The above is the usual
morning banter when the three are together. It's a day like any other pops into
the heads of each at nearly the same time but only the individual takes note.
Routine is not a mind or a heart-grabber. Most day to day living is routine for
most living in an urban atmosphere. Pyl is thinking about asking brother Blake
what he thinks about their buying some Apple stock because Justin is positive
the business is finally going to fold and when it does Microsoft and Compaq
will jump up as there is not much competition. This will become a heated conversation
later in the day and everyone knows it. Who's going to buy Apple or are they
just going to fold into oblivion? For a Betweener these sorts of matters roll
around in and out of like people's minds. Blake wonders on the sports teams and
who is going to win or lose. Pyl is thinking on selling the plane or not.
People think about personal relationships in the same way but not this family
of three. No losers here, says the Soki; not if they can help it. I will do
what I want, says Blake to himself, and each agrees, I will do what I want when
I want to do it.
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Mid-morning. Ship
hovers well above the air traffic and well below any orbiting satellites. Lake
Erie is straight down. Friendly sits around a handsomely dark wooded
table-from-the-floor with Hartolite and Yermey. They are drinking a
good-for-you yummy twistanshake and nibbling on p1green-forest-nuttleberry
treats. All three sit bare breasted in colorful boxershort loungers relaxed on
comfortchairs down so their clean bare feet and well-trimmed toe nails are
firmly snuggled in the greenest plushest living blades of grass this side of
HomePlanetsThree. Below Ship's floor is a living piece of bio-diverse machinery
from his outer hull to his antigravobars pulse that allows these three
perspicacious marsupial humanoids to serve as Ship's heart or Ship's humanity
as it were, but not Ship's mind which is mostly his own.
Ship is like these
three earthlings, deep down he also thinks, I will do what I want when I want
to do it. This Soki understands things, but he doesn’t know anything at the
same time. Ship and I have something in common.
For safety’s sake, the worst that can happen is Ship, with
for his living crew attached, will run naked to HomePlanetsThree. When it comes
to fight-or-flight the marsupial humanoids have always had some place to run
for their own safety and survival. They have not had a stand-an-fight event for
over twenty thousand earth years. A very strong social consciousness is
necessity for this to be.
"Do you think he'll take your offer?" asks
Hartolite.
Yermey responds, "I'm more interested in why Ship
allowed the Cessna wingtip's touch. Ship knew the plane was close and he chose
to do nothing until after the
touch."
With gazed eyes narrowing Captain Friendly recounts,
"Ship allowed a touch not a collision. I too wonder about this. For now,
though we need to go with what is. Unknowingly to this woman named Pill she may
have scientific evidence of our existence to be analyzed as there may be
microscopic evidence, traces of Blackanot mass on the wingtip. I think still it
would be easier to buy the plane and allow them to make a healthy profit in the
process. Besides, an electromagnetic anomaly may have allowed the plane to tap
Ship. GodInFamily only knows stranger things have happened to us.
"What do we do?" questions Hartolite. "Ship
is autonomous as we came here on our own orders, not from
ParentsinCharge." At least this is my assumption, considers Hartolite, if
we don’t know the truth, surely Ship does.
Friendly interrupts Hartolite, "We came to save this
species of primates from the most abominably of plagues, perhaps the same one
we had over twenty-thousand years ago."
With his
impish smile Yermey calms the notion, "We cannot know this coming plague
on Earth is a certainty.” Pausing in the further reflection of a marsupial man
who is nearly five hundred Earth years old, he says, “it is highly probable
though, highly probable or otherwise I would not have volunteered for this
surreptitious expedition to help save the people of this planet.”
*
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Post as is. - Amorella
1725 hours. I appear to be
in the groove, as it were, as far as Soki's presentation is concerned.
Dusk. It appears so, boy. You'll be told if something is out of line,
that is, out of sync. More later tonight perhaps. You are going to do some
lighter exercises and see what happens as far as your stats are concerned. -
Amorella
You just had Egg McMuffin suppers at McDonalds and Carol is in Kroger's
for pork and sauerkraut for Sunday. - Amorella
1934 hours. I was surprised Carol wanted to
go out for supper but it is fine with me. Tomorrow we are going to Longhorn for
one of the better meals at lunch, besides, Jen should be there and we can wish
her a happy new year.
Let's put the Intro and first three chapters in a single document for
the record. - Amorella
1937 hours. This sounds good to me. I cannot
imagine I'll change my mind from a 'GO' for the Soki's Choice project. I
do like the concept and it has taken me a bit to get into it. I needed a break
from Merlyn.
Writing is what is important to you; it's primary for your fingers and
your mental health. - Amorella
1942
hours. That's an odd way of putting it.
Mental health includes heartansoulanmind, boy, at least in here.
Physical health and spiritual health embody the humanity of a person's
personality. - Amorella
1945 hours. To be perfectly blunt and honest, I am not a good physical
persona within the species, and spiritually I am not so much either.
So, blunt boy, show me a point I am not aware of. - Amorella
2204 hours. I have refiled
and everything is in folders in "Soki's Choice Drafts", everything
but the working document.
That
tidies the desktop for now. I prefer the right side of the desktop to top with
"Notes 2009-2017" followed by "The Monthly Blog Note"
followed down by "Soki's Choice [Folder] Drafts". Another folder
below is "Present Working Docs". - Amorella
2214 hours. Thank
you for the suggestions. I like this cleaner desktop.
All
for tonight. Post. - Amorella