Mid-afternoon.
After your procedure at Bethesda North with Dr. S. you are feeling much better.
First, and most important, your colon is good to go. Second, no more such
scheduled procedures in this lifetime. - Amorella
1557
hours. In the OR I was asleep in a New York minute and I awoke fully awake and
full functioning (mentally). Carol stayed with me of course and she has done
all the driving today. We celebrated with a medium New York supreme via Two
Cities and had Graeter's kid cups for dessert. Carol looked for Kroger apple
crunch cookies but they won't be baked until tonight. It's been a good day so
far -- I am on the fully shaded front porch typing. Carol is supposed to be
here to but Linda called.
Twice today you caught a flash of a person
without clothes on. The person was dressed of course, but the flash occurred
anyway. - Amorella
1605
hours. An instant flash -- for no reason. It was real enough but appeared natural,
as if the person were readying a bath - a normal person walking down the street
about thirty yards away. This hasn't happened for a long time. The last post I
describing a flash was when I was at a Red's game with Gary P. We were watching
the game 'when the whole third base to short stop section 'nakeded'. I sat
startled and told Gary, then laughed. I haven't been to a Cincinnati Reds game
since. I know it is all in my head. Gary said I should flash at someone and if
they have a mole in a covered place ask them if it's there (something to that
effect).
Suppertime hour. You just awoke from a nap
and are feeling refreshed. Post. - Amorella.
1811
hours. Time for the news. Tomorrow, things should be back to normal. Today was
a good day for Two Cities.
Late evening. You watched a "NCIS"
and "Major Crimes" along with "NBC News" and "Rachel
Maddow". Carol is upstairs reading, you are thinking about bed. - Amorella
2242
hours. I am, but I am also focusing to see if April (3393 page views) will have
a higher number of hits than March (3500 page views). I do not like this as it
is like this blog is becoming a game of hits or not and that was and is not the
intent. I am rather embarrassed about this. I would just as soon get up to 10
hits a day and let it go at that. - rho
Internal clarity is needed here. You would
be just as content with ten hits a day rather than two-hundred because the higher
number might allow you to think you might someday get four hundred hits a day.
The whole concept is ridiculous to you because these are private thoughts
shared not put together as a daily newspaper of public thoughts. By focusing on
numbers rather than carrying on with what comes to your head each day your
concern is that dishonesty will win out and you will unconscious and/or
consciously write for an audience. Do you agree? - Amorella
? [I don't remember my response here.]
I, the Amorella, will see this does not
happen as I have so far. I am here to keep you honest. Number of readers be
damned.
2256
hours. I really don't give a damn either.
That's the point. You don't. You think
without many filters except for being mostly polite. Let it go orndorff. Remember,
deep down you really don't care. Where is this coming from? What deeper part of
your human spirit, the part that has no use for words? From my perspective,
it's your soul that doesn't give a damn, boy; not your heart or mind. -
Amorella
2302
hours. You always throw a surprise in the gear work. How could it be my soul (keeping
all this in context with the greater sense of the blog as a whole)?
Let's say as an analogy that your heart is a
red balloon and your mind is a gray balloon. Both are within the soul's stretched clear
balloon -- stretched by arrogance, stubbornness and questions and doubts among
other human-like elements. Your soul feels, as it were, bloated, and would just
like to go home and sleep you off, as it were. What do you think? - Amorella
2310
hours. I didn't know what to expect but I understand the gist. First thing that
comes to mind is that if this were true, then I would feel bad for not being
more polite and considerate of my soul. My heart would say, I really don't care
about the plight of my soul. I am honest and more than a bit angry that I have
to go through this life and death cycle. It is a waste of time, most of it. So,
soul, if you don't like it, too bad. What is, is. Get used to it. -- Okay,
that's what comes out. Honest but not too kind.
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