Notes - for good reason / searched for data

       Today, this blog is eight years old. - Amorella

       0915 hours. I don't know what to say besides, "Yes, by golly, it is." (What an odd thought. Totally unlike me.)

       "By golly," is what came up from the interiors, boy. - Amorella

       Why did you erase the "post" above? - Amorella

       0923 hours. I thought I should say something but was interrupted when I saw a monarch butterfly on one of our bushes and called Carol and Linda to come see it. (They used to be not so rare. We have only seen one other this summer.) I was not sure whether I thought the "post" and not you because I could not think of anything else to say so I dropped it in your dialogue.

       I would have interrupted your thought if that were the case, don't you think? - Amorella

       0928 hours. Yes. I would have realized I wrote the "post" and it would have been arrogant not to mention dishonest in the deepest moral sense of the word. (This is a strange dialogue.)

       What is your deepest moral sense, Richard? - Amorella

       0932 hours. You most always call me 'orndorff'. - Amorella

       Your full name is Richard Henry Orndorff. Your father's name is Richard, your middle name is your Grandfather Schick's first name, Henri. - Amorella

       0936 hours. I remember him spelling it 'Henrii', but it might be a mis-memory.

       Just like your angel encounter of the mind is a mis-memory? - Amorella

       0938 hours. I was just as soon not think on an angelic encounter, Amorella. I am embarrassed by the thought.

       You are humbled by the thought. - Amorella

       0940 hours. That, ironically, is my deepest moral sense. How very odd. How very true. - rho

       Now, you post. - Amorella

       0942 hours. -- You have no words for good reason (and let that be this post's title)  - Amorella

       You are parked in the Kenwood area shopping, north side next to I-71 in front of the L. L. Bean Store where Carol and Linda are. Eventually, at Linda's request, you are eating lunch at Marx Bagels in Blue Ash. You are anticipating a minor change in direction. Instead of searching the older notes (which evidently don't show what we want so easily) we will move to the most recent processed notes which begin in 2004, most of which were shared with several close friends but not on the Internet. We begin with the Dedication and the Acknowledgement sections of Braided Dreams. You friends, the ones who received all your notes for these books (similar setup as with the 'Encounters' notes) have copies, or did on how the works came about and progressed. You wanted witnesses because you had doubts as to where your writing/spiritual energy was coming from. We will take selections and post them in their natural order of appearances, but first:

      

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           Dedication for Braided Dreams

This book is dedicated to each of my former students and to the many trusted colleagues with whom I taught over thirty-five years. The schools are: Magnetic Springs School, Magnetic Springs, Ohio; Whitehall-Yearling High School, Columbus, Ohio; Escola Graduada de Såo Paulo (The Graded School), Såo Paulo, Brazil; Indian Hill High School, Cincinnati, Ohio; and William Mason High School, Mason, Ohio. You all know who you are, which is a good thing because I am not so good with names, including my own sometimes. Nevertheless, with a smile and a tip of my beret, I wish you all well.

Acknowledgments for Braided Dreams

All of the legendary historical names, theoretical concepts and novel trivia can be found bubbling through the vast Google cauldron, World Book Multimedia Encyclopedia, Version 9. and Encyclopedia Britannica 2005 software. The chess games were played by the free online Apple computer chess program titled Sigma Chess 6.1 or by my ChessMaster 9000 software.

I thank wife Carol and daughter Kim for their diligence and patience, and I thank my good friends and first readers: Fritz, Bob, Alta and Craig, Jeanne and Jim, Cathy and Tod, Kim and Paul, Gary, Angie, and Laney for their patience and liberality. And, I thank two very special first readers, my aunt and uncle, Patricia ‘Pat’ and Warren ‘Ernie’ Ernsberger of my hometown of Westerville, Ohio for their insight and kindness. The many revisions to get from the first drafts to this final one are through the help of these friends. 

I also thank Robert Pringle for permission to use two of his previously published poems: “Nature Junkie” and “Transplant Waiting Room, Children’s Hospital”.

         This is a special thank you to my Muse and to m’Lady who have inspired me to write from within. My author within [not my Muse or m'Lady] is Amorella, and she devised, directed, and delivered this manuscript to my fingertips. I then pressed the keys on the keyboard again and again and again.

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       This is Amorella. These trusted friends and family above were and are not a product of imagination. Without the sharing you were not free to write; my rules.

       1217 hours. I am adjusting to this. Wherever the original is in earlier 1980's written notes, I had read it and reproduced it in the word processed notes.

       The girls returned and you have moved to a more traditional parking spot at the south door of Macy's three hundred or so yards away. You have note really read on these processed notes since dropping the lines in. - Amorella

       1234 hours. I don't really look back and re-read much of anything even from the blog notes. We're going back thirteen or fourteen years here. I wonder what laptop I was using at the time? -- I begin research and find these are not the correct notes so I am looking at now copied file "Bks&Notes&All".

       Mid-afternoon. You are home after a  good lunch at Marx Bagels (the place was full and a long line; reminded you of a deli in the Village). Carol has the grass sprinkler on and Linda is reading in the TV room. When you see useful data drop it in a document. Let's see what happens. Post. - Amorella

        1451 hours. I loved the ambiance at John Marx's today. John caught me cleaning up our table while the girls were in line. He said, "I'll get that, I'll get that. How old are you?" I replied, "Seventy-five." Marx said, "I'm seventy-seven". I replied, "It is like New York in here today." He smiled and moved on to the next table. 

       Later. You have spent a couple hours digging up and looking for Word or Apple  text on saved CD's but can find nothing before 2003. - Amorella

       1738 hours. I'm somewhat disappointed. Surely I wrote journals during the 1990's. I really have no choice but to go through what I have.

      

       2156 hours. I have spent time skimming notes up through 15 August 2009. I have found no references to 'Hava Nagila' along the way. I have to have missing notes somewhere, and have found notes but without the correct references following 'Search and Find' protocols. This leaves me with the blog notes. Surely I'll find something in these.

       We can wait another day. You have covered the material you have uncovered, no references to 'Hava Nagila'. Post. - Amorella

       2202 hours. I am indeed surprised I cannot find angelic-like references before the blog, before 15 August 2009. I sent them out to my friends and family almost monthly. Surely I kept a copy someplace. I'm tired and ready for sleep.