The Guardian Angel
Copyright© 2012 by JPM
Chapter 6
I know. I know. I should take the suggestions of some of you: delete the previous chapter, and place the text into my blog. As one commenter said, he is here to read stories that have substance; that avoid religion and politics. And he warned me that I would rate high in technical, low in plot and appeal.
I happened to look at the stats not long after the comments came in. There was an 8, 1, 1 and I knew I had offended at least one person out there with the travels of my story.
I say travels as I know I'm all over the place in writing my memoirs. I just might throw some of ya'll for a loop and start writing like Wes Boyd or Frank Downey. Setting a scene and painting a picture in the reader's mind. Fitting in dialogue that carries the story line in a reasonable fashion.
Then again, as I said at some point, these are my words and I'll stick by them.
I do apologize if any others were offended by my callous foray into politics and religion. I know that I usually avoid the topics myself unless something really sets me off. Then I jump in and write my comments in an attempt to counter balance the craziness I see going on all around us.
Did anyone else find themself avoiding going to a movie after the massacre in Colorado? I'm nearly afraid to go anywhere that a crowd might be. And I hope that our entertainment centers do not turn to the safety screening equipment, and methods, that we have at our airports.
See?! My mind wanders and the words get typed as I contemplate my life. How I got to this point. How the hidden memories in my past affected all things that make up "me".
I am sitting at a computer in my basement. I walked down the 12 steps on the stairway, turned the corner, walked straight back to the brown desk sitting there. I turned on the light switch for this section of the room and sat down in the chair.
The air conditioner (we have a heat pump) fan just kicked on as I started typing these words. This low hum in the background is my white noise. I do have the Eagles playing on Itunes; their melodies are coming through nicely over the speakers.
On my left is a Rubbermaid shelving unit. The 18 gallon lidded containers (there are four of them) contain all of our camping supplies. I had recently moved out two of these containers to look for the marshmallow roasting tongs we keep in there. They are 12 inches long, and telescope out to 2 feet so you can roast the marshmallow in the fire. It sure helps to keep everyone safe in doing the activity.