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
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 --
Honestly spoken by the fingertips. Post. -
Amorella
***
"Yes, in a sense, I put my
fingertips on the other side
but the rest of me on the 'living' side."
. . . and . . .
**
"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
***
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.
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