Yesterday (Friday) continued:
You have been home most of
the afternoon. Cincinnati Bell services are down at the house until tomorrow
afternoon; thus you have no Internet, phone or television services. Papa John's
for a late lunch after a late breakfast with Kim and Brennan at Scrambler
Marie's at Polaris. You put some boxes together with reinforcing tape for the
rest of the good china and other such goodies that goes to Kim and Paul's next
Tuesday afternoon. Presently Carol and Linda took the car to Rose Hill to do a
walk. - Amorella
1727 hours. I reread the article on the Leveque mansion I like the idea
that M/I called their community Sanctuary at the Lakes since the land was
surely a sanctuary for the runaway slaves. We are all slaves of sorts to our
greater cultural environment. People who are not free are bound to something.
What are you bound to, boy? - Amorella
1732 hours. I am bound to life, to living. Once here and socially
conscious it seems to me I have/had a duty to show justification for living by
providing service to the local and greater human community. Professionally teaching
the youth was my community service for 37 years. Once retired I still had a
duty (personal responsibility) to my family and friends. I try to be a good Boy
Scout with a duty to the environment and basic respect for Mother Earth and to
the Greater Spiritual Force, as I am a privately acting Universal Unitarian.
Other than in these general conditions I see no other personal duty to which I
feel bound. The binding is on my part; I am not a slave. I am sure others feel
the same, that they are not slaves outside of personal obligations. Love and
friendship are not aspects of slavery. I really don't see where this
'conversation' is going Amorella.
Tonight you suggested watching your DVD
"Oh Brother Where Art Thou". Carol quickly looked through the short
stacks of DVD's available and found none worthy of that moment of time thus you
watched your choice. Both chuckled once or twice and Linda actually laughed out
loud a couple of times. You mostly smiled through and through during their
whole ordeal. After it was over Linda said it was a dumb movie just like she
suspected it would be. She is in her bed reading, Carol took a shower and is
ready for sleep and you are mostly ready for sleep too. - Amorella
2147 hours. Nine times out of ten when I suggest a genuinely good film
like "Oh Brother" no one else appreciates the down to earth humor. I
should have known better than to parade that film over others. We won't have
our phone, cable or Internet back until sometime Saturday afternoon. This will
have to wait until then to put online.
Until tomorrow, orndorff. - Amorella
16 September 2017
Early afternoon. You had breakfast at First
Watch before taking Linda to the Cincinnati/Northern Kentucky International
Airport. She supposedly left for Atlanta at noon. Carol left a few minutes ago
to run bank and mail errands, you are waiting for a tech call from Cincinnati
Bell so you can have your phone, TV and Internet back in operation. Tim is
mowing the yard and after you paid him early, before a neighborly chat. Everybody
is busy. Busy-ness can be a form of slavery, don't you think, boy? - Amorella
1253 hours. I don't know, for some it is an avocation, at least in our
culture. People can have an aversion to a quiet, philosophically oriented
lifestyle. Not working on one project or another leaves a person open to gaming
and pool. Billiards can be the devil's playground, right here in River City. --
I'm being sarcastic but there is a Puritan entanglement within our culture.
'Idle hands are the devil's playground,' I think that's how the original saying
goes. We grow kids up to be busy with athletics for good example; lots of basic
learning is gained playing (working through) one sport or another during the
school year as well as summer. School is just as a business of kids. You have
to get an education to make money to survive well in this world. No question
about it. And, we learn to game the system too, also for our own survival.
Growing up is learning how to best survive as an individual -- that's hardly
slavery. Youth have to be shaped to bend with the greater economic and social
culture they are built or build themselves into. Surviving well is not slavery;
however, surviving not so well, I would think, feels . . .
1311 hours. Actually, I suppose I did. It can be a depressing, darkly
humored topic. An endless sleep sounds like a wonderful vacation, or even
better, an endless like slavery. (1310)
Did you drop in the time to end this thought
conversation? - Amorella
Yes, I suppose. Why? I don't know.
Post, when plausible. - Amorella
1623
hours. The tech fellow has laid and connected a new fiber line from the street
to the house. He has been here over an hour and is befuddled (my words) by the
problem. I'm just glad it's not mine.
Dusk. You just returned from
supper at Smashburgers and are now at Rose Hill facing west with the Whitaker mausoleum
directly to your south. The tech fellow was at the house about two hours
deciphering the problems which ultimately were solved. - Amorella
1916 hours. Linda is safely home. She tried to call on our home phone
while we were out. There is such a repose in the cemetery at dusk. I find it
very comforting. Our Town pops up almost automatically with such a
thought. Wilder has a lot going on in his version of a town cemetery after the
turn to the twentieth century. I saw an aurora, yellow flame-like light rising
from my toes as I had the placed out over the end of the tub this morning. Not
much, half an inch to an inch high above each toe -- a light yellow glow, I
probably imagined the flame as I was immediately reminded of William Blake's
paintings of such a phenomenon. Here comes Carol. (1926)
You both watched Sunday's Masterpiece
Theatre: "Endeavor", the last of the season. You alone then watched a
new space comedy titled, "Orrville". Enough for tonight, boy. - Post.
- Amorella
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