13. Notes - human imagination

13.   6 September 2019

       An electrician is working to open a buried switch on your bedroom wall. The switch is to work the back outside light and motion detector which has never worked. Carol is having brunch with Kim at Scrambler's next to Kroger's Marketplace on US 23. -- He has completed the job and is cleaning up. -- Carol is home, brought you half a pancake and some bacon. She is watering the trees. - Amorella

       1152 hours. It is another beautiful early Fall day in Summer. A fun thing we do take the car over to one of the parks and sit in the shade. Carol then reads or walks and I write. Very relaxing and the most it costs is time, a little fuel and each a McD's dollar drink and cookie. 

       Readers know that, old man. Where is your mind? - mh

       1200 hours. I wasn't thinking about readers, that was just my thought at the moment. Who would want to read an old man's ramblings anyway? Who would have the time, let alone take it? I have doing this so long that it is just natural to be thinking through my fingertips. Not doing much good but it certainly isn't doing anyone any harm. Keeps me occupied. 

       Mid-afternoon. Late lunch at Potbelly's and now you are waiting for Carol in the south Macy's lot of Polaris Fashion Center. Cloudy and warm afternoon, more Summer than Fall. Walking out of Potbelly's you had a rather sharp couple of pains in your left hip like you had pulled a muscle. - Amorella

       1510 hours. That's probably it, pulled muscle. 

       You have nothing much on your mind, old man, just as earlier. - mh

       1513 hours. I do have a question. Is consciousness the ingredient in all living things, that is, living by human definition?

       Look up, ingredient. - mh

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ingredient - noun - a component part or element of something: the affair contains all the ingredients of an insoluble mystery. 

ORIGIN late Middle English: from Latin ingredient- ‘entering’, from the verb ingredi, from in- ‘into’ + gradi ‘walk’.

Selected and edited from the - Oxford/American software

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       1520 hours. This definition fits better than I thought it would.

                                                          

       Consciousness used in this setting and circumstance has other components; for instance, consciousness is akin to a distant allegorical cousin, like for instance, -- centrifugal spiritual gravity. - Amorella

       1527 hours. Carroll's Alice Through the Looking Glass comes to mind, and this quotation: "I can't go back to yesterday - because I was a different person then." [Goodreads Quotes]

       

       For you, that quotation works well for any person in your time and place. - mh

       1555 hours. I'm sure it does, Ms Havisham. Though on second thought, centrifugal spiritual gravity reminds me of a famous work by William Blake, the English Pre-romantic. 

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"Ancient of Days" WB

(Image from Online)

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       How so, old man? - mh

       1607 hours. Rather than the figure representing G-D or an Angel of G-D, the man is a personification of Gravity with the apple red circular centrifugal spiritual fire within to without. The compass represents the unmeasurable amount of the spiritual fire-an-force from the centrifuge as well as the metaphysical spin from the Spiritual World breaking into the moment the physical universe begins with a spiritual human-like heartanmind consciousness at the pre-Big Bang. The two-pointed needle that bursts the small 'bubble' so to speak and eventually evolution-like human and human-like creatures develop a hint or echo of spiritual consciousness where such a physical setting and circumstance is plausible. (1616+)

       So, with a bit of help from William Blake and some tweaking you have a spiritual creation story. - Amorella

       1745 hours. And with gracious help from you, Amorella, and with Ms Havisham. 

       Your imagination also. - mh

       Human imagination. - Amorella

       1747 hours. I cannot argue; human imagination via previous study.

       Title, 'human imagination'. Post. - Amorella

       1917 hours. I feel excited and embarrassed -- a spiritual creation story. Mostly, I feel quite awkward and embarrassed inwardly. I helped after the initial words by Amorella and comforting comment by Ms Havisham. (1934) 

       Now you have your reaction words down, old man. No more words on this. - mh

       Post. - Amorella

       

12. Notes - wishes / consciousness

12. 5 September 2019

       You are waiting for Fritz at Bob Evans. You forgot lunch last week. Another fine Fall day. What it you as you came on seconds ago is the word "rules". I misspoke in a sense because "Rules" doesn't have a translation into people languages, particularly the Living and rarely with the human-like Dead. - Amorella

       1129 hours. What comes to mind are the unspoken rules of a culture, the home, and even a classroom. My classroom rules were dignity and respect or something along those lines. Unspoken rules for the classroom and the individual, teacher included. Dignity of self and for others and respect for self and others. Poorly worded here but mostly were unspoken. If I had to speak them I was not too happy or kind about it. The message mostly in body language and voice tone in as few quiet words as possible in the moment. That is my translation of unspoken words. 

       You are funny, old man. Spirit rules are built in. - mh

       1138 hours. Oh. -- Well, humanity rules ought to be built in too. 

       You have free will in spiritual heartanmind. I do not; nor do I wish to have free will. - mh

       1144 hours. Do you have wishes for spiritual heartsanminds?

       I am here for protection and comfort. Why would I have wishes?

       1148 hours. Good point. When communicating like this it is almost like I were communicating with an alien species. I don't think of you as alien though but perhaps I should (in a most positive way).  

       Your spiritual heart and mind provide the humanity, not my presence. - mh

       1152 hours. I never thought that before, at least I don't remember thinking this. 

       You have not thought this in this circumstance. - mh

       You had a good lunch with Fritz as always. You both are a bit forgetful at times and you both laugh about it. Post. - Amorella

       2147 hours. How is this spirituality carried on from generation to generation?

       Consciousness. - mh

       2151 hours. Spiritual consciousness?

       Consciousness will do. - Amorella

       2205 hours. I have no other questions presently. 

       Post. - Amorella

11. Notes - our own rules

11.  4 September 2019

       You feel much better after a mid-morning nap. Arthritic conditions persist with the oncoming of Fall-like weather, especially in knees, left hip, hands and fingers. - Amorella

       1020 hours. I'd better work on the lawn before anything else. Later. -- 1104 hours. I mowed the west front and part of the side, then stopped for a break, now the engine is flooded so I have to wait to do the middle front and a bit of the east side. I mowed most of the middle front; Carol took over after I tripped a couple times but I didn't fall; just clumsy. 

       Carol finished up the east side and will mow later or tomorrow. She's watering the trees presently. The automatic irrigation begins tomorrow if you remember to turn it back on. You are awaiting a call from Handyman Matters to have the fan put in the sunroom and Carol wants all the windows washed for Fall. There was a time she did them herself. The bottom of the windows pop-in for outside cleaning but the tops do not. They are solarized though -- Anderson windows, but not as good as what you had put in at Mason. - Amorella

       Mid-afternoon. Carol had a nap on the bed and you had a nap in the chair with Jadah stretched out on your chest and 'kneading cookies' on your right forearm before she fell asleep. You are about to go to BiBiBop for a late lunch. - Amorella

       You are wondering, deep down, how or what to write about being human, like it is a study. - mh

       1621 hours. The title is "Old Man on a Study". I understand what Amorella was referring to when she said that I am an example of being human. I take that as a compliment, but I don't know how I am supposed to demonstrate the fact. I don't remember ever thinking of myself as an example. I'm trying to think what put me in the position as an example to begin with. 

       That you will never know, young man. Ever. No one will ever know. Ever. - Amorella

       1629 hours. I get a surprise almost every day. There is no irony or humor in "Ever" in this context. This probably should be unsettling but it isn't. It reminds me of my question to G-D or an Angel of G-D when I am dead. The one question I really want to know just for the satisfaction of it is "Who wrote the Shakespeare plays and sonnets?" I don't feel it was William Shakespeare of Stratford. From my personal research I still feel it was Edward de Vere, 17th Earl of Oxford, but who knows. I would like it to be Edward because he presents reasonable circumstantial evidence (to me) based on historical documentation. But, all in all, it really doesn't make any difference because we have the plays and sonnets and they are far more important than who the author is.  -- My own situation is not the same of course. Ha. Come to think of it, it is nothing like the same. (1652)

       Do not erase, young man. Let it be. Move on. It is of little or no importance. I was looking for your conscious reaction, and I've got it. - Amorella

       1656 hours. It really would be pretty neat though to discover that it was neither man. That would be funny. One rather odd theory is that Elizabeth I had something to do with the plays, perhaps she gave the author some suggestions for the tragedies, histories and/or the comedies. Perhaps she 'co-wrote some of them. Who knows? Always interesting though. 

       Carol is on page 178 and ready to finish a chapter. Later, old man. - Amorella

       You are home, Carol is finishing mowing the grass, mostly the west side and the back yards. - Amorella7

       1742 hours. Now, I can't think of anything to write about. 

       You are thinking about three dead friends, Bob Pringle, David Short, and Rich Grimsley. - mh

       1745 hours. I love them and miss them, truly I do, but why they come to mind at the moment, I don't know. Perhaps I'd just like to be with them. 

       Wouldn't you rather have them back, alive and celebrate the good times with each individually? - mh

       1748 hours. No, it never entered my mind. I'd rather be with them. I have my memories of all three, of course. What I remember most is that we had honest times. Many times, it was as if our souls were meeting and we were just along for the ride. We were always honest with one another. Or, if we weren't, it was because we were playing a joke, to get a rise out of the other. Obviously, we were almost always honest with one another, depending on the setting and circumstance. 

       Anyone who was lying to another could say the same thing -- depending on the setting and circumstance. - mh

       1756 hours. That's true, indeed. So, one's deeds, one's actions, depend on the setting and the circumstance. How does one morally weigh the setting and circumstance each time? One cannot always consciously weigh the importance of one over the other or both. One comes to a decision, and sometimes it is unconsciously resolved before the person knows this consciously. Where is the justice in this decision be it come to good or ill? 

       Why is justice involved at all at this point? - mh

       1807 hours. The event caused by the decision is premeditated or it is not. One can still be found guilty of an error in judgment. Someone else, later, decides whether the event was premeditated, or not, or entirely circumstantial, i.e. setting. One is not allowed to decide whether one is guilty of something or not, it requires a judge and jury. 

       Another question popped out of your unconscious. Who judges the Dead?

       1816 hours. I don't know why I would think that because supposedly G-D or an Angel of G-D does the judging at least culturally and religiously this is so. Personally, existentially, the soul, if it truly exists, then it would decide whether it is condemned to Hell or Heaven, if such places exist. The soul would have to be given time to state its case though, otherwise it wouldn't be fair or just. I assume there would be a sense of freedom and justice in the Spirit World. This is the way we human beings think. It would not be fair to be judged and put in a place that is not humane. The human heartansoulanmind would have to understand the setting and circumstance or it would make no sense at all. (1825)

       Carol has come in. Time for the news. Later, young man. - Amorella

       Nearing dusk. You are facing mostly west at the park beneath Alum Creek Dam. A cool breeze out of the north, very Fall-like. Carol is reading her book The House of Secrets, Chapter Forty-one. -- You are surprised at your last paragraph concern justice and unsettled at the same time. - Amorella

       1928 hours. I am. I don't know why that question popped out of my mind because I am trying to stay away from the Spirit World setting, Encounters in Spirit was enough of that. Out of my realm. It would help if I had a degree in Doctor of Divinity or a Doctor of Philosophy, a doctorate in Psychology or even a Law doctorate. The main point was and is that it would not be fair to be judged after physical death and put in a place that is not humane. The spiritual heart and mind would have to have reference points to understand what setting and circumstance it was being placed and why, otherwise it would be immorally wrong. 

       From my subjective perspective it would be wrong to be judged by an Angel of G-D because there would be many a timid soul that would wither then and there without a chance to mount a defense for her or his actions. Or, so it would seem. However, if the soul became angry enough it would speak out come hell or high water. My own timid soul did this when I thought I was confronted by an Angel of G-D. Defense of one's self is built in, no matter who is in charge. A human being may not always know what the 'justice' is in any event but she or he well knows what an injustice is. 

       You've generally been an angry person your whole life, old man. Deep down you have never been timid to speak your heart and mind when the anger and a sense of injustice rise to the surface. - mh

       Post when plausible. - Amorella

       1948 hours. I have a need to speak my mind but the words have not formed. I am angry because Ms Havisham speaks the truth about my anger. It is true. I keep it to myself because I don't know what the anger is from, but I think it is not from this world, strangely enough. What a thing to say (to write). Where did that come from? Should the preposition be 'from' or 'of' this world? I am not about to think on it. Enough for tonight, Amorella. Please. (1954)

       Old man, you have an active imagination. You do not have such an anger. - mh

       You are not righteous enough to have such an anger. - Amorella

       

       2019 hours. I am not righteous enough, that is the truth, but I have the anger anyway. I want to say you, Amorella, are the arrogant one here, but I know better; the arrogance is of my own sharp reflection. My anger is with little doubt the shadow of my own arrogance, my defiance with this world and I think with any other. I am not a pawn. No human being is a pawn on this world's board or any other world's chess board either. Were you an Angel of G-D, Amorella, I would argue the same in this life and the next. Life has its own sense of dignity and its own sense of self being. Life has a right to exist when setting and circumstance are favorable. (2036)

       Later evening. You just read over the paragraph above for the first time since writing it. You made a few grammatical changes as you do from time to time, even to my lines. - Amorella

       2206 hours. Legally, I am the sole writer and minor editing is part of the job. 

       You were thinking, 'my fingers, my rules'. - mh

       2211 hours. I was, but my fingers are shared and I do not think in blue. Your rule. 

       We each have our rules and we each exist within them. Post. - Amorella

10. Notes - self reality / but one example / reflection

 10. - self reality - 3 September 2019

        Morning. The painter, Tom from M/I, is repainted the front door and surrounds as well beams in garage and touching up the house interior and refilling corner cracks in baseboards and crown moldings where needed. Once completed your end of first year on the house will be completed. M/I will have fulfilled their end of the contract. -- Carol is out watering some of the trees and nature area. The cats are at their leisure in the master bedroom and bath while the front door is open. The air conditioning is presently off. - Amorella

       1021 hours. It is ironic that ''The Amorella" of the Spirit World feels the need to bring the 'real world into this blog as she has the other blogs to remind me of where I am in writing. I appreciate this of course. 

       Writing these blogs and your past books and notes is not an obsession to you, it is a fulfillment of one of your life dreams which is to be a writer. The other life dream was to be a teacher, but those days are long over, old man. - mh

       1028 hours. This I understand. I have no personal complaints about my life. These days the Notes are mostly a reflection on life, though yesterday 'for a moment' it was Real Life, a glimpse at the 'Majesty' of the Soul within -- a fiery intensity of raw nerves, a metaphysical communiqué, without (not beyond) time but within myself. I had to sort out the words but the content was there without a one word. How can that be for a wordless content to exist from soul to consciousness. I literally slowed it down to drop the words in, but without words the communiqué was already there? For me, old man that I am, it is further circumstantial proof that the soul is a reality that allows a sense of spiritual humanity to be a reality in our species. 

       What appears real to you, old man, is not necessarily real to anyone else. - Amorella

       1051 hours. What else is new, Amorella?

       Sarcasm. Look it up. - mh

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sarcasm - noun - the use of irony to mock or convey contempt: his voice, hardened by sarcasm, could not hide his resentment. 

ORIGIN mid 16th century: from French sarcasme, or via late Latin from late Gr-eek sarkasmos, from Greek sarkazein ‘tear flesh’, in late Greek ‘gnash the teeth, speak bitterly’ (from sarx, sark- ‘flesh’).

Selected and edited from the Oxford/American Apple software

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       Do you know why you are bitterly resentful? - mh

       1112 hours. Not on this particular occasion, no, especially not to Amorella. I didn't mean it personally. 

       No, you did not. - mh

       1137 hours. I don't feel I have ever 'seen' reality like most people. Partly, it is too much imagination, i.e. so many 'what if's' situations. It is one of the reasons I loved science fiction and I really enjoyed teaching my college prep junior/senior "Futures Studies/Science Fiction" quarter classes at Indian Hill High as well as my "World Mythology" quarter classes. I taught them as Honors classes. When I was four and five I was interested in faeries in particular, their setting and geography and how they ran things. I never saw any. Then later it was angels and the same questions. Then I added aliens, same questions right up through high school. I am not bitter about these matters, what I am resentful about is that very few people seem to care to have the same sense about the world as I do. I am human though. 

       For many decades I was somewhat doubtful that I was fully human. What's ironic, of course, is that with my DNA (National Geographic, Geo II) I have found I am 95 percent human DNA, 2 percent Neanderthal and 3 percent Denisovan. Just like everyone else I go back a ways. We were all something or a mix of something before we were Homo-sapiens. 

       I guess I always thought I was a mistake, that I wasn't supposed to have been here (on Earth) in the first place. Odd to still be somewhat resentful of that, but that's what I feel I am so resentful about, being here. Strange, because I enjoy living, I enjoy studying about human beings and the physical universe. I love the sciences and the humanities. I get along with people for the most part but I like being alone too. (1205)

       You were a mistake. Your parents had to rush to get married because of you. You learned this when you were about ten. You put together your birth date with your parent's marriage date. - mh

       1207 hours. Yes, I did. Then, of course, I already had heard that few thought I would survive being about two pounds upon birth. I was in an incubator for a good while. So, I caused family trouble that way too. It would have been easier on everybody if I had died early on. That's the reasonable outlook as I saw it. Today, though, I am happy I am here and that I know my family and friends. 

       Post your reflections. Amorella

       1213 hours. Amorella, I am so tired of talking about myself. I understand the sharing, but never again on Facebook. I love that almost no one reads my blog. I wouldn't read it either. 

       Hey, old man,this is blog is not about you, per se, it is about human beings of which you are but one example. - mh

       You know you are an example, don't you, young man? - Amorella

       1950 hours. Yes, ma'am.

       Post. - Amorella

       2257 hours. You give me much to reflect on, Amorella.

       Post. - Amorella

9. Notes - a little nuts

9.  2 September 2019

       Late morning. In the Dispatch there is an article about the beginning of World War II, so you checked and discovered it was yesterday. You always remember the date as 3 September. - Amorella

       1144 hours. I checked and then realized it was 3 September 1939 that Great Britain and France enter the war; too many years of relating to British history in British lit class (in the 1950's known as English IV or Senior English). I get a kick out of our numeral address 4539 -- easily remembered in the reverse.

       Your memory flashes the war years quickly. So much so that even dates are remembered. - mh

       1153 hours. I doubt that Ms Havisham. 

       Mid-afternoon. You stopped at Roush Hardware on South State for a rain gauge then had lunch at the Lucky House Chinese Restaurant at 51 East Schrock, across State Street from Roush's. Very good food, the place has been there for at least three decades, maybe longer. You picked up a Carry Out menu on the way out. Presently, Carol's reading Brad Meltzer's The House of Secrets, Chapter 55. You are facing west in the shade at the south end of Heritage Park across from the practice soccer fields. Pleasant afternoon in the high seventies, partly cloudy. Just above you are the limbs of a buckeye tree with the buckeyes green coated and hanging like limes. - Amorella

       1517 hours. I love the thick luscious woods ahead, very relaxing setting for reading and/or writing. I began Churchill's history of World War II as a senior at Westerville High School. My first research paper was on "The Battle of Britain" for Mrs. Lillian Gossett our English IV teacher. I was three to four when I was first conscious of London, England. Edward R. Murrow, on CBS radio in Columbus, Ohio -- "This is London." I remember the words were distinct, slow and somber. Mother listened every night. I listened too. Then, FDR died. Those are my first-hand memory markings. I was consciously alive in slow, quiet and somber times. Words were clearly spoken when needed. 

       I enjoyed the quiet times too, observing the ways of black and red ants on and near the old corner stone sidewalks at West Park and Knox Streets in Westerville. We had an ice man who stopped by every day or so and dropped the ice picked block of ice into our ice box in the first-floor apartment at 51 (?) West Park Street. At five and six there were more than a few parades with lines of returned from the war soldiers and sailors. Public military reviews of a sort. It was a boy kid's dream world. Funny thing I remember is that everyone was happy to be home, but none of the soldiers I talked to in those days told any war stories, they were just glad to be home, and I was happy to meet my father and Uncle Ernie. Dad was not friendly. Uncle Ernie was. I don't remember them before the war. 

      I remember Mom, Grandma and Popo Schick, Grandma and Popo Orndorff, Aunt Ruthie, Aunt Patsy, (Great) Aunt Theo and Uncle Doc, (Great) Aunt Betty, (Great) Aunt Gladys, and a few of their adult friends. That's who I remember when being conscious of at four and five, after the European war was over. I was not conscious of the Japanese war except for two dates, December 7, 1941 and August 6, 1945. Both were reflected with quiet, distinct, somber and full slow speaking when they were spoken of by the adults, the big people. I listened and knew I was living in somber times with periodic family smiles to lighten up everyday life before the days of Kindergarten and/or at the Masonic Lodge on South State and Vine Street School at age five. Street bullying by slightly older boys in the neighborhood began then. (1604)

       A stop at Kroger's on North State before heading home. - Amorella

       Old man, I see you do remember some things, and more you've written of before. - mh

       1618 hours. I do. Later in life, I touched one of Churchill's canes and also one of FDR's in different historical settings. Both touches went deep into my heartansoulanmind. 

       I held on to each for a few seconds before letting go. I was on fire from fingers to brain to heartansoulanmind. Not lightning, but a rush of fire in the nerve lines. Carried on by imagination, I'm sure, but it felt real at the time. Secret stuff one never tells anyone else, private and intimate. Human though, I'm sure of that. I had read a few of both men's books during college days and beyond. Words carried the fire along. Both touched my soul. 

       I don't have to have Ms Havisham collaborate. Pure poetry it was, poetry without words being transcribed at the moment. Real Life. Everyone has such a "Real Life". You tell me differently and I'll tell you, to your face, that you are a liar, and, if you continue with the statement, then I will say to you directly, "You do not know what it is to be fully human." -- Wow. I don't know where this last paragraph came from. (1634)

       I'll tell you where that last paragraph came from, from me, your soul, not from your heart or your mind. - ms

       1729 hours. It came from somewhere. I 'felt' as if I were fire personified in a seemingly fully constructed single 'thought'. Spending time on the Internet I found a quotation that relates in a much humbler way to my near present experience. 

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"School is a building that has four walls -- with tomorrow inside. Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine out deeds. There are many ways of going forward, but there is only one way of standing still. A lot of us would like to move mountains, but few of us are willing to practice on small hills. Doing your best is more important than being the best. Giant oak trees started out as little nuts. The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire." 

         French Supreme Commander, World War I, Ferdinand Foch

Selected and edited from "Top 25 Quotes by Ferdinand Foch / A-Z Quotes

         [https://www.azquotes.com/author/4942-Ferdinand_Foch]

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       1812 hours. I do not remember this military man, but sometimes I do think of myself as a little nuts.

       A classic old man response. - mh

       No comment. Post. - Amorella

8. Notes - dark humor / honest thought

8. dark humor   1 Sept. 2019

       Shortly before noon. Carol is working on her new iMac, still getting used to it. Jadah's curled sleeping in a cat basket sitting on the Oriental chair in the sunroom across from Carol. Spooky is also in the same room checking out the birds at the feeder. - Amorella

       1158 hours. Today, we head to Lazy Boy to look for a new smaller chair similar to Mom's old one I'm sitting in now. If we find one it will go here in the southwest corner of the living room and I'll put this old Lazy Boy across from Carol in the sunroom, that is, if it fits well. This old chair's double is on the set of the "Stranger Things" series, so Mom bought this sometime in the eighties. Cool beans. 

       "Stranger Things" affected your soul believe it or not, but it was for the setting not the plot, and one of the keys to it is your mother's old chair. mh

       1227 hours. This is a surprise. I am a romantic by nature but sentimentality is not on my list of beables. Nostalgia for the 1980's though rings true. In 1982, I turned forty (as Kim did a few days ago) and in 1985 I bought my new VW GTI. I also saw a psychologist for the first time about losing weight, and within a year I saw another psychologist about my interest in esoteric (metaphysical) thinking. This was my concern and decided I needed to see someone to see if I was 'too far out there' for my own good. He validated my sanity so I felt better. I also decided to moved from Indian Hill High School to Mason (City) High School during these times. Partly this was so I would be in the same school district as daughter Kim when she began first grade. This way we would always be on the same school schedule. This was a very practical decision and worked out well over the years, besides, I had her for AP English her senior year (her decision). Her class, 1997, was very special as I knew many of them from first grade on. Besides. being a World Future Society member, it pleased my heart that Kim was in the graduating class of 2001 at Miami. Looking back on it I guess I had a middle age crisis and didn't know it.

       Yes, it was a crisis, no question about that. People go through many more problems than you have in your life, and you feel quite fortunate. - mh

       1455 hours. I'm tired of talking about me. Mom always said to "Write about what you know,", but I don't know much, next to nothing, really. I never had a headline except for "Moose Hits Horse". People said that was the headline, but I never saw it -- a high school class joke when a horse with a girl on it shied onto my car. The horse and girl both survived for which I am grateful. Anyway, I'm done for the day. 

       Post at your leisure, old man. - Amorella

       Here's something for you to think about, old man. "You're damned if you do, and you are damned if you don't." Does that give you some satisfaction? - mh

     1621 hours. No, it doesn't. We looked at chairs in a couple of stores. We have through tomorrow to made up our minds if we want a sale price.

       Mid-evening. You have been watching the weather on Dorian. - Amorella

       2131 hours. I was checking the weather from a station in South Florida on how bad it is in parts of the Grand Bahamas. Carol has turned on The Weather Channel. I hate it when I can't find words. It is terrible when I can't find words to say, but it is worse when I can't find words to express my human spirit, my heartansoulanmind. Ha! I'm damned if I can't find the right words, and I'm damned when I can find the right words.

       How so? - Amorella

       2150 hours. I can't find the right words because the words do not exist. Thus, when I find the words I must choose words that are not wholly adequate to express where I am when I am in such a thoughtless situation. I am a storm without a wind. 

       More to the point, you are a wind without a storm, old man. - mh

       2156 hours. You and Amorella can be terribly blunt, but I cannot argue against your thought, Ms Havisham. There is much more humor in your expression than my previous. 

       Post. - Amorella

       2159 hours. Touché, Amorella. You make me smile, Amorella. You too, Ms. Havisham. I love honesty no matter where it comes from. 

       Now, that is a thought worth savoring, old man. - mh

       I agree, an honest thought worth savoring. - Amorella