Mid-morning. Today, happily, you are going to see the new Churchill
film, Darkest Hour, after noon, its first showing of the day at the Regal about
three miles down Mason-Montgomery Road. You remember reading A History of
the English-Speaking Peoples: The Birth of Britain, The New World, The Age of
Revolution and The Great Democracies between high school and your first
year at Otterbein. - Amorella
0935 hours. I got interested
when writing my first research paper (1959-1960) which was for Mrs. Lillian Gossett, my British Literature teacher
during my senior year. The ten page typed paper was titled: "The RAF and
the Battle of Britain".
Earlier today Carol got you up to watch Savanna Guthrie’s NBC interview
with Michael Wolff, author of Fire and Fury, a book for sale today after
which you jumped to "Morning Joe" on MSNBC.
0952 hours. We will buy and
read it. No comment until I have done so. I would rather move on to almost
anything else or stop until after the film.
No film. The line was
fifty feet too long and only one poor lady was selling tickets. Inside wasn't
any better. You returned home just in time to note the electric went out for a
bit more than half an hour. You had a mid-afternoon lunch at Panera/Chipotle
after the electric returned. Home in time for pre-dusk; dusk presently. -
Amorella
1725 hours. We hope to see Darkest
Hour tomorrow at 12:40.was interested in asking Amorella a personal
question but now I can't think of it. --
Amorella, what would be an interesting question to ask you in which I would
learn something about you, not me? (1731)
You'll need to rephrase that, boy. - Amorella
1734 hours. What would be a good
question to ask you in which I would learn something about you that would in
turn affect me also?
1738 hours. Never mind. I feel
badly even suggestion such. If I am going to ask a good legitimate question I
need to come up with my own. - rho [I thought to say, "I'm sorry" but
being sorry for making a bad decision on a personal question does not demand an
apology.]
An honest mistake, true. - Amorella
1744 hours. Two decades ago
and I would be sweating the fires of hell being stuck in a position of
arrogance while meeting an Angel face to face and not knowing what to do
viewing a nearly invisible eyes or eye not more than a foot beyond me knowing I
was being seen completely through naked to the core beyond the own knowing of
myself. How do I get out of this? That's what I used to think in such a
situation that I believed at the moment to be true, truer than my own being. No
blinking, no eyelids to blink with. I was nothing but the reflection of some
other being's eyes, non-human eyes, not even spiritual eyes. A formulation of
eyes hung in front of my own that were Beyond being. Slowly I developed a plan
that was understood by the Viewer before I developed it. I walk backwards
within my own sense of Nothing being viewed by Something-Not-There. This was
Hell with a burning, without a pain. It was a Hell of understanding what it is
to be Nothing because I was being viewed by Something Beyond human reality. (1800)
- rho
You understand still, an event that was and was not both at once. The
above is as true a description that you can muster from a self that was not
there when it was. You see, you were just describing yourself from my eyes, so
to speak. It was your attempt at describing what you can never forget in life,
an event unevented. Post. - Amorella
1805 hours. I don't even know
what happened here. I am not going to reread it because I was reliving it as my
fingers moved on the keyboard. - rho [How can I apologize for something that
did not happen but unmistakenly once.]
You relaxed with the national news and
a new "Blacklist" as well as Rachael Maddow. - Amorella
2306 hours. Taking a break
from her book, Carol is reading the new Consumer Reports. Jadah is relaxing
after playing with her toy chipmunk loaded with fresh catnip flakes, and chasing
the laser light you were operating. Spooky played with her own freshly loaded
chipmunk downstairs until she curled up in the chair for sleep.
2312 hours. Earlier today
Kim called to check in; a very pleasant call. We three chatted for a while,
looking forward to seeing them next Wednesday and Thursday. I've been reminiscing
about the trips Kim and I took together, one was to Chicago for a few days when
she was a junior in high school and during Spring Break we drove and saw the
major buildings in Chicago; this is when she was really interested in Frank
Lloyd Wright. Carol had to work that week so it was just the two of us hitting
the town. A year earlier Carol had major surgery when we were going to the east
coast for the history and literature and looking at the major universities and
smaller colleges. Carol's sister Mary Lou stayed with her at our house. What a
trip father and daughter had. We were gone about two weeks, saw many of the historical
and literary sights, and on the way home we decided on a whim to drive into the
Village and stopping at a small Jewish restaurant before stopping at Princeton
and Gettysburg on the way back to Cincinnati. Wow. How wonderful it was to help
raise a daughter. Carol and I have been very fortunate in our lives. (2332)
You and Carol gave Kim many opportunities in her early life. She took
advantage of them but never advantage of you both. Post. - Amorella
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