You
had lunch at Penn Station and Carol is now in the community center and you are
waiting; after which you are heading to Kroger's. The city is spraying the
major streets with a salt brine because rain and then ice is forecast for
tonight. Let's go to chapter two. - Amorella
1451 hours. Sounds good.
1547 hours. We are now at Kroger's and I
just completed chapter two. Here it is.
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Diplomatic
Pouch 2, ©2017,rho,SoCh.
Untitled
The
next morning Blake rambles down the stairs to find Pyl and Justin sitting at
the breakfast table with toast, cups of coffee and sections of Cleveland Plain
Dealer unevenly placed on the table. "Morning," murmurs Blake.
Glancing out the large back kitchen window he says, "Looks like quite a
few dog walkers out at the park."
"Joggers
were out earlier," responds Justin.
"Right."
Pyl
put down the editorial page and says, "Are you really willing to sell the
plane?"
"Three
hundred thousand is much more than it’s worth."
"Why
is that?" confronts Justin. "Pyl and I were just talking about
this."
Blake
walks to the cupboard for a mug, the refrigerator for skim milk, and the pantry
from instant cocoa mix. He tears the package open and adds, "Odd that she
brought up her top price rather than low-balling. I will say that." He
nukes the mixed milk and powdered cocoa hot.
Pyl
replies, "Justin thinks the woman has a strange mix of Boston accents. I
agree that her voice is unusual."
Blake
laughs sympathetically saying, "Maybe she’s a business woman who studied
to hide her family’s true language accent. Sometimes people from Appalachia do
that."
Pyl
notes, "You've taken a liking to her sudden friendliness, huh,
Blakey."
Justin
pops in, "Sell the plane and gain a businessman’s wife, is that the plan,
old man," and ends with a laugh.
"Then
we'd have the plane back," jokes Pyl.
"Don't
you two have some work to do today?"
"Just
to jerk your mind, brother dear."
“Why
don’t you two work with me, here in Cleveland. It is our family owned
business." suggests Blake dryly; hopefully wishing they would help run the
company. “We can live here in the old
family house.” Blake trails off in the silence then sighs, “You’re right, it
wouldn’t work now any more than it would have worked ten years ago."
Blake
has moved into heart's memory which is set up oddly from one's regular memory.
Emotions trigger both sometimes but heart's darker memory is surrounded by a
cave with a trickle of a stream at its bottom. Sometimes one can sit there
waiting for the underground stream to run dry but it never does. Instead, in
the wait the cave walls tend to expand allowing for a greater sense of
desolation. Other like memories seep in, wetting the cave ceiling and walls. As
the walls grow the heart shrinks. That's how it is to be in such a place as
Blake finds himself. Self-anger rolls in to obliterate the caved memory. This
rarely works and even then, it is only for a short moment in the near timeless
heart. Anger is a patchwork, and not very welcome in the longer run. Let's see
what's going on with the pouch-laden humankind. -- A rather private moment it
seems, but from old Soki's perspective the privacy of heartansoulanmind, of
humanity's spirit, is not in the cards. You'll have to deal with it yourself
one day. An open book is an open book, that includes between the lines and
margins. Deep inside there is no place to hide; many who don't like fantasy
don't like this reality either.
.
I don't need to comment here. You can read
the humanity in these pouch alien minds just like you can read your own and you
own best friend's.
Hartolite
mummers, “Do you need a little more action, Yermey? She notes his typical
nonverbal smile as his right hand slowly sinks into her silky smooth and toasty
warm pouch.
Yermey
comments, "It's been five years since I've had my hand this far
down." He muses to himself, whenever the women have big decisions a hot
itch comes, and there is not a ThreePlanets man alive who can satisfy it. My
right hand snuggles into Hartolite's dreamland and it is one of the very real
pleasures in marsupial man’s life. The other is right here too.
Giggling,
Friendly’s moves her face from Yermey’s stomach, "It's been ten years if
it's been a day since we’ve seen you in this position Yermey." Hartolite
echoes Friendly’s snicker.
Yermey
slides his hand-from-pouch, abruptly sits up and jumps out of the bed-from-the-wall.
He grumbles and pulls fresh overalls from the nearby dress chute, and one at a
time, lazily drops his legs into and pulls up his overalls feeling the cloth
methodically unwrinkled and loosely adjust to his size. A general distain
floats like smoke in his mind – the women pop us in those pouches when we are
tiny crawlers and never let us go. We men grow expecting at any time to see a
woman’s seductive glance, to be politely and judiciously asked to put a
hand-in-a-pouch. His old heart scoffs, ‘Such is our biology, our destiny.’
In
such moments Yermey usually turns to philosophizing on ancient ThreePlanets
children’s tales. He recollects, ‘I don’t believe the myths of our clergy and
their ancient fableizing. Strange, there is such a close species connection of
the Concept-of-God and a Fall-from-Grace. These earthy Primates have a similar
story. How is that?
Friendly
now fully dressed catches the corner in his eye. She is always upbeat and positive.
Hartolite is one good handsomely suited cuddlanbabe. I imagine resting my hand
in your pouch almost every night before I go into a deep sleep, thinks Yermey.
We do our life’s series of services-for-the-species, imagining and creating a
more comfortable educational and entertaining setting for our
community-of-families. We create the safest, most efficient and easily
manipulative devices possible for our species’ healthy growth and wellbeing. We
attempt to treat ourselves humanely in our ThreePlanetCommunity; and we will do
the same for Earth too, if they can accept such gifts as free and without
obligation. He smirks and whispers aloud, “there’s the rub” as an Earthling
might say.
Within
the half hour, Hartolite and Captain Friendly come to a mutual conclusion.
Friendly declares, “We buy the Williams’ plane tomorrow or leave them two
hundred thousand U.S. dollars, and commandeer it. I want done with this. We
must create the most efficient and resourceful way to directly contact this
High-Primate species. The shock of us will do them well,” suggests Friendly.
Yermey smiles and Hartolite’s facial expression makes Friendly quickly ask, “Is
it ‘do them well’ or ‘do them good?’”
Eyes
gleaming, Yermey asks, “What humans were you two?”
Responding
in a mischievous tone, Hartolite comments, “I was Hart and she was Fran.”
“We
were disguised as sisters,” adds Friendly.
70.1ease/6.7grade/1082w
***
You
are coming along. Your translation of my thoughts from your unconscious are not
always to the word but if it works we'll use it. We both check the reading from
our own perspectives. This is what you call a 'near final draft'. Post, after
you arrive home. - Amorella
1555 hours. I added the stats to the
first chapter today also: 70.9ease/6.5grade/1113w. The first two
chapters average out to about 1100 words; not bad. Will this continue to be the
norm?
We'll
see, boy. No need to concern yourself with words per chapter at the juncture.
The word ease and grade level are important though. Later, dude. - Amorella
I have no objections, young man; it might be
just the thing to do as you like the real material world as well as
electronically produced text on the screen. - Amorella
You
had left over pizza for supper, watched the local and national news, an a
recently shown "Midsomer Murders", one of your favorite shows these
last few years. - Amorella
** **
Midsomer Murders is a British
television detective drama that has aired on ITV since 1997. The show is based
on Caroline Graham's Chief Inspector
Barnaby book series, as originally adapted by Anthony Horowitz. The current
lead character is DCI John Barnaby (Neil Dudgeon), who works for Causton CID.
Dudgeon's character is the younger cousin of former lead character DCI Tom
Barnaby Tom Barnaby (John Nettles). Dudgeon first appeared as randy gardener
Daniel Bolt in the Series 4 episode "Garden of Death". Dudgeon
permanently joined the show in 2011 following Nettles' departure.
Summary
The stories are set in modern-day England and
revolve around Tom Barnaby's (later, John Barnaby's) efforts to solve numerous
murders that take place in the idyllic, picturesque but deadly villages of the
fictional county of Midsomer. The Barnabys have worked with several different
sergeants throughout the run of the show: Sgt Gavin Troy (Daniel Casey), Sgt
Dan Scott (John Hopkins), Sgt Ben Jones (Jason
Hughes), Sgt Charlie Nelson (Gwilym Lee) and currently Sgt Jamie Winter (Nick
Hendrix).
Episodes
The pilot episode of Midsomer Murders
was shown on 23 March 1997. As of 18 December 2016, 111 episodes have been
broadcast, comprising 19 series.
Setting
Midsomer is an English fictional county. The
county town is Causton, a middle-sized town where Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby lives with his wife, and where the Criminal Investigation Department is
located. Much of the popularity of the series arises from the incongruity of
sudden violence in a picturesque and peaceful rural setting. Individual
episodes focus on institutions, rituals, and customs popularly seen as being
characteristic of rural English counties.
Many of the villages and small towns of the
county have the word "Midsomer" in their name; this is inspired in
part by the real county of Somerset, and specifically the town of Midsomer
Norton, and became a naming convention within the show. When Mrs. Barnaby
proposed they move out of Causton and suggested various villages, her husband
countered with recollections of particularly grisly murders that occurred in
each community. Likewise, when Sgt. Dan Scott asked if the body count was,
"always this high around here, sir?"; Barnaby replied, "It has
been remarked upon."
Humour is a main feature of the series, with
many of the actors playing up their high-camp characters. There is often black
comedy, such as a woman being murdered with a wheel of cheese, and many scenes
are examples of "dramedy" (comic drama or dramatic comedy); according
to RadioTimes when describing the episode Death and the Divas
(series 15, episode 4): 'Midsomer Murders never takes itself too seriously but
here it’s got its tongue so far into its cheek, it hurts.'
Selected and edited from Wikipedia
** **
2128 hours. This is a well thought out
and fun series with a lot of 'visual references and settings to the old
"Agatha Christie" series and other like. Carol and I grew up with
those books and old movies. The slower pace may be old fashioned but we enjoy
it immensely.
You
are thinking on getting on with the chapter three draft of Soki's Choice;
tomorrow perhaps, but not tonight. - Post. - Amorella
2134 hours. When the third chapter is
completed I want to see it dressed up more formally as a final draft might be.
I'll run it off with ink on paper for a change and use it for a model of what's
to come. That's what I'd like to do in any case.
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