08 February 2017

Notes - no response / connection / on yesterday's post



       Morning. Jill arrived to clean, Carol is readying to run errands and you are debating on whether to begin working on chapter thirteen. - Amorella

       1026 hours. The day is cool and humid and it seems too warm in the house, probably because we have been running around cleaning up mostly piles of books, magazines and folders with 'home econ' papers. I still have a fan to tackle but I now have the tools in place.

       You do not have all the tools in place to tackle chapter thirteen however. - Amorella

       1030 hours. I haven't even looked at it since who knows when. What tools do I need?

       Courage. - Amorella

       1032 hours. This sounds ominous. Courage to add or courage to delete? -- No response. -- 


       1153 hours. We are at the far north end of Pine Hill Lakes Park. Carol is napping and I have read over and edited chapter thirteen and read over the other two. I don't find where they look out the window to see Earth from twenty miles up and I see some content I have in thirteen is mixed with what is in fourteen and fifteen. It is almost as if I could rewrite these three chapters into two and say the same thing. Plus, I still have to find where they look out the windows.
       You have an understanding without my influence. Before we go further let's also set up chapters sixteen through twenty-one as that takes us to the conclusion from material in your e-published Great Merlyn's Ghost. - Amorella
       1201 hours. It appears there is more drastic editing to do.
       We can go directions we could not go earlier. This will be in focusing plot development. - Amorella
       1203 hours. Do you go over this with Soki?
       No, Soki works with the plate given him, so to speak, just as I do. - Amorella
       1204 hours. That comment drills deep but it holds a thread of humor.
       Your humor, boy. Post. when applicable. - Amorella
       1213 hours. I have the chapters set up.
       Take a break. Carol is on page 117 of Baldacci’s Memory Man. Let her read a bit. - Amorella
       You surprised yourselves and decided on lunch at Two Cities Pizza uptown. You split a twelve inch New York's Finest and are bringing home a half a piece while Carol has a full piece left for supper. You are at Rose Hill Cemetery facing north on the far west side near the black fence and unlocked gate to your Lakeside neighborhood. It would take about ten minutes to walk home from here. Carol is on Chapter Sixteen and you are feeling much better about completing the nine chapters of the original GMG, Volume One. - Amorella
       1404 hours. We had McD's Egg McMuffins for a quick supper last night so lunch was better. We really like the ambiance of Two Cities (we sat at the corners of Broadway and Lakeshore), the place was mostly full and there was a lot of light and enthusiastic chatter. The restrooms are set like you are getting on the subway; plus, outside the two large east side windows sits an old yellow NYC cab -- most cool. The best thing though is that the pizzas are really good, very much so. Basically, it is a fun get-away about a mile or so from home. I also had a former student Jessica Wood, come up and say hello. She graduated a year after Kim and was in my AP class. Jessica said she remembers existentialism and Chaucer as part of the class. Literary notes and literature . . . makes me proud that she was kind enough to remember. Makes my day. Really.
       The key in your conclusion is "that she was kind enough to remember". That strikes the cord, the  connection of student and teacher you like best, her kindness and your kindness to her. - Amorella

       1417 hours. I don't think 'on the edges' as you do Amorella. You have a good point though -- I could never tell whether I loved the literature or the students better.

             Nighttime. You had leftover suppers and watched the news as well as "Bones" and the last episode (ten) of the current season of "The Crown". Then you both watched "The Rachel Maddow Show". Tomorrow you have lunch with Bud C. and Rich G. and you are looking forward to it. Right now you are thinking about yesterday's post, particularly the line where I answer you: Amorella --
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"Yes, in a sense, I put my fingertips on the other side
 but the rest of me on the 'living' side."
. . . and . . .
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       "1308 hours. Each day I live the more I learn -- my mystic, my favorite poet in heroic couplet. Is all this so deep within?
       Answer at your own leisure boy. Post. - Amorella
       1312 hours. I think, no, not without the Internet.
       And not without your fingertips, young man. - Amorella
       1314 hours. I do not have the imagination for such things and thus, momentarily, become wordless."
From Post: 7 February 2017
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     2249 hours. Having had time to think about the above I have to say: First, I do have the imagination for such things, but not a conscious imagination; and second, my fingertips touch the other side (beyond physical life) through both 1, my imagination and reasoning and; 2, you, Amorella. I have no choice but to declare my reasoning and imagination first. The creative mind is a mystery in its operation. The mystery can be at times, spooky just as life is, at times, spooky. I like to think that if one survives physical death spiritual existence will be, ironically, more solid than physical existence. If not, then like Socrates, I hope to enjoy a restful dreamless sleep.

       Honestly spoken by the fingertips. Post. - Amorella

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