Mid-afternoon. Carol worked on cleaning closets while you
slept most of the morning. You woke up at one just as she was coming up the
stairs. You got dressed and had lunch at Penn Station before a quick shopping
trip to Bed, Bath and Beyond and to Graeter's. You each had a kid's cup; Carol,
black cherry chip and you the August upcoming Mason golf tournament special,
Key Lime Pie. Carol is on page ninety-nine,
Chapter Eight, of Grisham's The Brethren. Presently you are heading west
and parked across from Whitaker's Mausoleum at Rose Hill. You are feeling
better this afternoon. - Amorella
1528 hours. I felt like I was coming down with a
cold or the flu this morning. My lower back had a haunting feeling of returning
sharp pain but it has subsided. Basically, I was out of sorts and needed the
extra sleep. I will work on the phototexts today so I can move on though I doubt
any real angelic experienced will be 'documented' by me in those earlier times.
You would think the concept would have left me long before now, but obviously
it has not.
Such was the original moment, several really, where you felt enraptured
heartansoulanmind. - Amorella
1535 hours. Basically, I was just not fully in the
world mentally. One thing I remember though, it was not wishful thinking, ever.
It began as dread. How so, then, was this heartansoulanmind inspired, so to
speak? I remember it as mental first.
Heart first, boy; then mental. That was the beginning of an inner
struggle. Your heart brought it up from its sense of the unconsciousness. Simply
put, you, the existentialist, felt you had full control over who you were. This
was, awkwardly, both a philosophy and a personal belief since the earliest of
college days. You found plenty of reinforcement in your belief just as others
do for their own beliefs. Beliefs become heartfelt from the mental as well as
from the heartansoul. It is the mix that can cause the inner turmoil. I'm
helping you take care of yours. - Amorella
You are home sitting on the front porch, the clouds of the day
are heading east. -- Spent some time talking to Tim as he's mowing the yard and
stopped up for some ice water. School begins tomorrow for teachers and Thursday
for students. - Amorella
1650 hours. I remember the excitement of a new
school year. I was always pumped, going in a week or so early and having all
the classes work run off for the first quarter. Surprisingly, I was very efficient
in my work habits. I would have seven to ten required expository essays for
each quarter. They were graded lightning fast. They learned to write such
essays because they had no choice. I loved it. Logic, grammar, Anglo-Saxon,
Medieval and Elizabethan literature, first quarter. Seventeenth, Eighteenth,
Romantic, Victorian and early twentieth century, rounded out second quarter of
British literature. The course contained background and specifics of each
literary period along with historical continuity. I had the same classes second
semester with different students of course. Wow, that was fun, and that was the
stable for almost all classes from 1970 until I retired in 2003 at Escola
Graduada de Sao Paulo (Graded), Indian Hill High and Wm. Mason High. From a
week or so before the school year began until up to two days after it ended I
was on automatic, underground as it were. This hardly ever showed in the
classroom where I loved the students and the literature in a true and genuine
fashion. I thought of each student (or tried to) as a nephew or niece, a
distant relative or family friend, sometimes even as a secret son or daughter.
I never had to treat daughter Kim any different than any other student. They
were students and I was their teacher and friend when they needed me to be.
I prefer you change today's title from "The
Excitement" to "Automatic, Underground". You need to remind
yourself all those school days were automatic and underground base thinking,
base professional reality. Post. - Amorella
1728 hours. This is rather harsh, isn't it?
It was your reality nine to ten months each year. - Amorella
1729 hours. So what, it was a practical approach
and it worked for me. It was an existential decision to follow, besides I would
have not have survived the teaching world otherwise.
You mean, "I had no choice." - Amorella
1731 hours. Yes, I had no choice. I either became a
professional bus or truck driver or I taught grammar and literature. I would
not have been comfortable in any other line of work. I sincerely believe that
to this day. - rho
2130 hours. I have been working on the dates of the
phototexts I have already used. It is a disaster. Thank you, Amorella. I feel I
have to start over on this as far as the phototexts are used. For one, they
should be in order.
Precisely what I think, boy. You'll get it straightened out. - Amorella
2133 hour. I am glad I hadn't got any further.
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