Diary startup

READS:  11-9-2014  Just finished “The Possession of Mr. Cave.” Well-written for a remains section of Dollar Tree. Ordered “Better to Have Never Been Born” from Amazon.  

11-10-2014  READS: The first part (for me) of   I found “Nan’s Blog” on the internet, a good read, a poet and liberal. I hope to connect with her. Shortly after that I got lost in the internet’s maze.

11-11-=2014 READS:  While sitting at Subway, Started reading Fritjof Capra’s book “The Web of Life” at Chapter 4 to see if there’s any sense in it. (Don’t I sound arrogant, tho!)….

11-12-2014  READS: Got caught at Subway with only my Thesaurus (to look up another good word for "ignorant" -- none, and a book on self healing I found in the back of my car in a box to give to those in undeveloped countries. Bedtime is usually read-time, and tonight it will be back to Capra and Alexander McCall Smith's new book "The Handsome Man's De Luxe Cafe.  Tonight I finished reading the Skeptico blog John suggested at

DIARY

11-9-2014….I retrieved my $2,000 hearing aid from GDC in Gallipolis where it was found last week….The vultures retired to their home trees early today, appearing to know about Daylight Savings Time….The floating boat dock at the riverfront on the Ohio has already been packed up and moved for the winter….When I pulled into my parking lot a man walked up to me and handed me my hub cap, which he had seen fall off as I rounded a curve. I wrote a thank-you to the ANews about it, unsigned....The Bradford (plum?) tree is still shedding breath-taking leaves. I’ll pick up some to decorate the post card to friends about my new book, when it’s absolutely “out.”

11-10-2014….I left an autographed proof copy of my book on the sofa for Shannon to pick up, which she did while I was at the grocery store I guess. Excruciatingly frustrating day, trying to work my new blog and in the process losing my e-mail address and all my correspondence (temporarily, I hope!)  I haven’t got my gmail address back yet, so am out of tough with everything except this, which is being done in Word. But I wrote the final entry in my book, today, and am very happy with it:

DREAMS
November 11, 2014  Sary Talks to Me – I am with Sary, at her house, and my dad and Ben are living there too.  I look out the window and see the green foliage of a tree across the street, giving privacy to the house across the street as well as a pleasant view from our window. We talk, and she asks me why I only brush my teeth in the morning and at noon, not morning and night.  I am thinking of a response and don’t answer her but waken, feeling good. 

11-11-2014....Here I am, waiting for the final proof of my book to be completed, and “it” hasn’t stopped. This is going to sound crazier to the reader than anything to date, but is bringing me a sense of peace. I realized that I can’t just leave my father all alone and unhappy in his small shabby room, while I blithely publish my first book without the dedication  I promised him. And yet it can’t be the dedication he had envisioned.  In my mind’s eye I had to do something to take care of him, so in order to leave him and go on with my life I am putting him in a homey room with his mother Sary, his tennis loving cup, his bridge-playing partners from long ago, a tuned piano, a good cup of coffee and even his Camel cigarettes. He no longer has sinus trouble or Tourette’s, and he is not drinking alcohol or lusting. He is fulfilled. In my mind’s eye he is cracking a joke and feeling relaxed and appreciated.  And his untapped writing talent has been unleashed. His old typewriter has many finished  pages beside it, and he is in touch with the good man in him which had been buried under childhood hurts. And now, knowing he is being taken care of and content, in the sacred unfolding of love, I can truly let him be. I have backtracked and dedicate this book to him, in good faith and love. Nothing in the book proper foretells this, so I have written from a different, concomitant truth.  (See Dedication, below).