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Earth Date January 26 2022
Dance, plow, dam, stomp, their way home from school. A spring day, still snow, but before the Dandelion Yellow. Mom and Dad and A, B, C, where the known world of a little girl walking home from school. Her favorite, mostly pink, little dress, and her backpack that had wax crayons in it. Winters grip was finally easing creating ice edges along the concert walk and under them the tiny river of icy water would sneak as if trying to hide the secret of spring. That is where she would stomp her yellow boot to bring the cold liquid out of hiding. Rushing now down the cement walk to defy the old man and bring closer the yellow sun even if rain. The stark black and white, and cold of the past winter, that the girl knew was natural, was to give way to spring. Nature in carelessness had brought on the falling of the leaves when she had first gone to school, in what was to her was a long time ago. This had taken her into a winter cold, interrupted only by the ornamental light and harmonized beautiful human voices. This too she understood. Humankind being a part of nature would respond to the seasonal beauty The harshness of February cold that nipped at her toes and the winds of march had passed and she now stood in a moment, in April, with her yellow boots in a black puddle. Her developing mind, now just able to gasp the effect of an earth that pushed its face one cheek at a time to a warm yellow sun. |
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Earth Date January 26 2022
Boots was her nick name, and her brother would make it stick, right now as Boots ate dinner her brother. “Lucas” was sitting in his combo highchair car seat with an arrowroot cookie in his mouth. Boots had noticed it in his pudgy hand as he greeted her by waving his arms in the air and saying, “sissser,” and then in the vernacular, Mommy look, at age 3 he was starting to talk. The cookie, Boots had noticed the cookie was digested in the mouth rather than the stomach. Chewed on, or rather gummed on, to become a gooey mess that stuck to anything in the near vicinity of him. Bee as she would come to call him. Supper with the family was ok, tonight prepared by Dad it was spinach sweet potato and fried sea bass fillets. It was a love hate relationship with her brother and her supper. “I don’t like it,” she screamed in a piercing pitch that made tears come to her eyes “Tell you what,” Dad his voice in a whisper, I ‘ll put butter on it you liked it with butter last time. Then I bought peach pie and vanilla ice cream “ Boots did not know why she did not like the green steamed spinach, she had eaten it before, but the promise of pie made her smile. |
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Earth Date Febuary 3rd 2022
Boots real name was Karhen Kylyle she was the daughter of Richard and Apple Kylyle. Boots father was a professor of sociology and political science, at University of Waterloo in Waterloo Canada. He was holding a class lecture in the Humanities Theater He started with the statement “Adults are more resistant to change,” he spoke into the lectern microphone.” “Once they have what they want in life, a House, a partner, a Job, they do not what change much. Yes, Improvement but not radical change. Not a change that will hurt their way of life.” “The innocent mind of a child can contain the seed of a revolution. A child’s Mind does not understand the world history that proceeded them. You see a child’s life is a constant Progression forward From Grade one, two, three,” A child’s brain knows nothing of the history of the past. A young person must can be taught history At certain ages a child learns through osmosis, through many sources.” Boots is in the bath, she is looking at her body, as any child will, now, she is a little older and can understand certain concepts, her body is not like her brothers. She has an extra big bone that will push her legs apart that the top as she Grows. The pelvic arch, she learned about it online and from the nurse at school. Then she looks at her thumbs turning them upward like she is hitchhiking, and she is aware that the two are different the skin on the joints does not wrinkle the same way. “This one is from Daddy I know because he showed me his thumbs. At least one of his thumbs looked like this one. Mommy does not have any thumbs that look like mine. But Granny does |
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Earth Date Febuary 3rd 2022
“Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, the seasons of our lives. Now I want you to take that line and write a three-paragraph story about it. I want it at the end of class on day 2 next week.” Boot was in class. Boots liked this class mostly because of the teacher Ms. A Dell. Ms. Dell had been an elementary English Teacher for 18 years, but she carried the weight of those years well. Hair with no sign of gray, Thanks to the arduous work of, Roots End Hair Styling. Situated on the only two intersecting streets of the village she lived in about ten miles by car from Waterloo. Boots was now deep in thought. "What season was it for Mrs. Dell?" Boots thought about her mother.
A good teacher and a reasonable man Mr. Kylyle is a tenured professor, in the Summer of his life. He stands only five foot six inches tall a stocky man with a big red mustache and red hair but thinning on top. Educated at Browns University in the United States. He had come to teach at Waterloo 14 years ago. The city of Waterloo had been, love at first sight. Filled with trails and parks, great transit, shopping, and open-air markets. Housing prices were steep but that was a good thing once you were in. He had met his wife in this city while sitting on a park bench watching ducks near the Perimeter Center. Where the renowned Stephen Hawking had given a lecture. |
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Earth Date February 6rd 2022
Richard Kylyle is teaching his class. Everyone in the class had the pop quiz question in front of them. |
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Earth Date Febuary 6rd 2022
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Earth Date February 10th 2022
Today Boots life, body, and mind have been in orbit all around the mustard yellow sun for eight Years. Not a precise measure of time for a divinity but it is a time for celebration for Boots. |
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Earth Date February 11th 2022
Richard was back teaching his class. It was a debate. Closing borders day after day, or invading city streets for more than a day. is not a protest. that is a community BBQ.” |
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Earth Date February 15th 2022
Nested in the north end of Waterloo where any land was expensive and hard to find for building schools. It was a modern school. That had purpose built from the ground up on the Samsung model of an elementary school. So, although virtual reality teaching was available, the core of the system real world centric. Even to the point of having paper-based textbooks available for core courses like math. |
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Earth Date February 17th 2022
“Your Son Lucus is not a well boy,” Doctor Emmerate is a specialist in Human Neurology and conative process. He is forty-five years old, has a brown complexion and dark eyes, he is talking to Apple and Richard in his private office. "The most important aspect of this child’s life right now is his environment.” The Doctor now asks a Question. “Does your faith allow for the believe in evolution. To the doctor's great relief Richard’s answers is yes. “So, we can start at the dawn of time then?” Oh, please Doctor, we do not have that kind of time. What exactly is wrong with the boy?” |
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Earth Date Febuary 21st 2022
It was a holiday weekend, but Apple was at work. Being short staffed, Apple was doing double duty as supervisor using the radio and working on the front-line riding in the emergency vehicle. The first call is to a large condominium Highrise. Apple is now part of a 911 call
A woman is screaming, “He is on the floor in the hallway. he is not breathing.” |
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Earth Date Febuary 23rd 2022
Fiction, the landlord’s file
Gretta Cobourg, (nick name Ducky), and Tom Edie Had been members of the Police for Ten years Both had citations, both were first class constables. both had training in how to notice anything out of place that could cause a problem, or danger for the medical team. |
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Earth Date March 3st.2022
The school bus is yellow. |
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Earth Date March 4th.2022
Apple is thinking about the essential snippets of information Doctor Godfrey Emmerate had told her during her visit to his office. He had encouraged her to make a life plan for Lucas. She knew in her heart that he was not a favored son. His father Richard had, through arduous work and talent, become the person he was today. Apple’s mind slipped back to the days of courtship, the days they spent with each other before the marriage. Richard was busy with his PhD, and she was already working as a paramedic. She knew that Richard was a bright and shiny intellect. She also knew the danger of conceit, and how it might affect a marriage. As Richard had made more money and gained prestige, he had become more distant. Suddenly Apple’s thoughts turned to her first love, a secret love played out in the town of Bridgeport, in a house on Lancaster Street. It was there she would visit her love Maddison Blacksmith. In that warm house with the sunny front room, they had learned about touch, and love, and cystic fibrosis. Maddison’s death had smashed a little part of Apples heart. Someone had once said to her, “to know compassion you must have known pain.” Richard would not love or understand Lucas. The child of this father would find no comfort from his male parent. Apple was writing in a small sketch pad, in point form partly what the doctor said, and adding her own words too. It is good to have meaningful employment in life. The biggest barrier to meaningful employment of a disabled person is companies are unwilling to pay benefits to a person who might already be able to claim benefits elsewhere. One way around that is self-employment. When a disabled person works as a contractor, or in sales. Apple stops writing. Apple walks to Richard’s home office door. “What is it Apple?” Richard says. “I want Lucas to have this house.” “Oh, and Boots?” “She will manage” Richard, “And Lucas will pay the taxes with his O.D.S.P. Money?” Richard again, “What is this child going to give to an overpopulated world that, I Have not already given for him. Apple, “He will learn” Richard, “We will talk another time.” |
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Earth Date March 8th.2022
Richard was at the police station. His wife had called in a complaint of verbal abuse and physical harassment. He was in a cell, perplexed and anxious and still feeling the effects of the three vodka martinis he had mixed at his home bar. Officer Berardi was at the cell door to tell him that he could consult with his lawyer. It is 2am in the morning: Oliver Hunt, L.L.B, had practiced law in Waterloo, Canada, for Fifteen years, educated at University of Toronto Law School. He had functioned as criminal defense in about ten cases involving domestic dispute. His expertise was Real Estate. The meeting between the two men was in a booth the men sat face to face and talked on a phone line through a plexiglass window. Richard “Whatever happen to innocent until proven guilty?” Oliver “This is a whole new ballgame, Richard. The Canadian justice system takes domestic violence very seriously. It is a woman’s world, Richard. It is a tricky one for a man to navigate. The Canadian Justice system is attempting to close all the doors on spousal abuse. That means verbal, financial, and physical abuse. Richard, “but” Oliver, “Richard we do not have time. This is the way it works in your situation, right now we must find someone to go surety for you. What that means is that somebody must promise the court that you will not stray from their court-imposed rules. That person must put up surety for you their house or something of value that the court will accept. Can you think of any friend in Waterloo that would be willing to do this”? Richard, “At two in the morning?” “I am afraid so; I need a name Richard.” Richard, hesitant, “Izzie Fonzie, she will do it. Just ask her.” Izzie Fonzie was a thin woman of 52 years of age who worked the local supermarket. near the University, a place where Apple did not like to shop. Her gray hair hidden under a brown dye, she wore a feather cut bouncy and short. Particularly good looking, but single to the core, still a virgin. She kept to herself on a two-acre farm outside of Mary Hill, she had inherited from her mother who had passed just last year. Her private life was her four cats, two dogs, and a dozen free range chickens. She grew sweet corn in the summer. After the death of her mother her grief had come into her heart like a solid frozen block of ice in the blackness of a February night. It was the kind of grief that shook the body with tears, and she would call out repeatedly the name Odessa, Odessa. The name of the soul that is no longer animated in her world. Only her will could stop the tears, or the demands of hungry dogs and cats, or the routine of chores and work, stopped her from falling into an emotional downward tornado. Oliver, “You understand, that if we cannot find someone who will do this for you, you will be in custody until your court date. If you hold in your heart a desire to be return to your wife, it would be advisable to stay with a man.” Richard, “No, phone Izzie!” Richard had met Izzie, at the supermarket. Something happened, and the two had found the common ground that lay between them. Lovers no, friends yes. It was the cellphone on Izzie’s bedside table, that little factory programed ring tone, Izzie Fonzie had never bothered to change. On the third ring she answered expecting the supermarket, her boss telling her something went wrong at the supermarket. Instead, she heard this, “Ms. Fonzie, I am Oliver Hunt. I am a lawyer. Sorry to disturb you at this time but I have a request. I will be to the point, Ms. Fonzie. I am attorney for Richard Kylyle, and he is requesting you go surety for him. |
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Earth Date March 9th.2022
Apple has changed her mind, but the justice system is slow in response. Apple pleads that it was not the big deal the courts are making it to be. No, she never said he hit her. Apple’s Lawyer has seen the justice of the peace and has the courts and Richard’s permission to phone his cell number. Richard is certainly ready to let Apple know what is on his mind. “Why?” Richard asks “I Guess, I panicked, I thought you would mistreat Lucas” “Lucas is a lost. I cannot help him with his situation, Apple, he is your project. “Why can’t you love him?” Apple says, “he is a good boy and Lucas told me He wants you home. Apple is talking through tears now “he says you are his hero” Richard “Apple do you know what I have been through? I was handcuffed and fingerprinted like a common criminal, and this has not even gone to trial, if it were not for Izzie, I would be in jail waiting for my trial.” Apple, “Who is Izzie? Richard, “I must put you on hold” the line is silent, “Sorry I had to ask her permission before I told you. She is my sister by adoption. she was five when she came to us.” There is another pause on the line. “You Never told me!” Richard, “that was her decision not mine.” Apple, “Richard, we need you back home, we need you here.” “Look, Apple, I cannot do that until the court says so. “Apple we are in this mess because you did not trust me. Now the only thing we can do is try to put it back together” Apple, “I received a note here, that says the court wants the two of us to see a counselor, and they want counseling for Lucas too.” “I am agreeable to that, I must go now, but I want you to know that I love you, the same way I did when we first met. I sent you white roses” Richard is now in class. He says “class is this really the dawning of the age of Aquarius? Are we evolving to a higher state of mind? Is the war with Putin’s Russia fought in a better way because women are involved at higher political levels that ever before in the brief history of humankind on this planet?” “I want five hundred words with reference to the song, “The Dawning of The Age of Aquarius” not the chorus, I want you to hear the real song. Class dismissed I have Personal matters to deal with.” |
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Earth Date March 11th.2022
Richard is teaching to students in Four hundred level courses. Political Science 4020, Sociology 4010, and the Politics of war, this last course is an elective but still marked at the four hundred level. Richard is now in a seminar room listening to a student, Steph Power. A very well put together twenty-year-old woman. Her short brown hair is tidy and clean, her brown eyes, shine, with the fire of youth. She wears little make up, her nails have no polish. She has put on a dress for the class presentation. The gown she has chosen is red with an opening down the back to her bum. She has the gift of exceptional beauty, a small waistline. Small and round in the breasts and wonderful legs. Her calf muscle an exaggerated curve. Flat red shoes. In a woman’s world beauty is power. A fact this young lady, Steph, is fully aware of. Steph, “It is a proven fact that war is the creation of men. Women do not like to make war; it creates an unstable and unhealthy environment for Children. Very few women in history have led a country into armed conflict. Joan Of Arc is an example of how a women might involve themselves in war. She was truly heroic." "The war between Russia and Ukraine. Has become one of territorial expansion. War has evolved women are now in the military. Weapons have evolved too; chemical weapons are now available. Let us suppose that for military reasons the west found conventional warfare with Russian troop was untenable. Suppose Russian troops gather in one area separate and by themselves Then chemical warfare would be a temptation." "With the news the way it is today, you cannot tell if anything is true. Accurate detailed reports of what is happening conflict with one another, from the different news sources on the internet. Social media has changed the hate speech rules regarding what is hate speech about Russia." "This war is different for all that proceeded it. Russia may take Ukraine but the price it pays will be high. If we make a mistake the entire world may suffer. Sanctions can become like cutting off your nose to spite your face." Diplomacy was the answer to this war before it started. The questions remain; Why was the concern that Russia had about Ukraine joining N, A, T, O, never addressed? Why was Ukraine left Undefended? Richard thank you Steph. Does anyone have a comment? Yes, Brea Smith I think the point about Ukraine left undefended is a good one. I thought more effort and an open willingness to discuss on the diplomatic front the issues that were cause for Putin and the Russian oligarchy to be concerned, were nonstarter in the negotiations prior to the start of the actual conflict." "Diplomacy is not just talking; you need to understand the other nation’s point of view." Richard has changed classes; he is now teaching his Sociology 4010 class. A student Elem Ogata is reading his paper to the class “The Dawning of the age of Aquarius. In My lifetime I would like to see this happen, but humankind has much to sort out before we reach any so-called dawning." "The elephant in the room is world population. This planet will very soon have too many people. There is also concern about climate change." "Right now, we live in a world where the rich have easier access to the necessities of life. This situation will only get worse as we progress into a more virtual world. The micromanagement of our lives our shopping, entertainment, and personal lives will continue to get worse as big tech companies seek to monopolize markets for the sake of profit." "The great sin of my generation maybe that we abandon the poor, feeble and mentally ill. Only the elite the rich and the lucky will enter the true age of Aquarius.” |
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Earth Date March 13h.2022
In his office, Richard is reading student work. Richard stops to reread a paper written by Alexis Jackson. “The age of Aquarius will Begin with control of access and control of war. To have peace, The planet must know how to manage war. society must understand the causes of war and the weapons that are available. Chemical warfare and germ warfare must be a place where humankind does not go, ever. The true punishment for the use of chemical or germ warfare is a which cannot be brought down by humankind, only by the divine creator of humans, after death. Any use of these weapons in the human world, can only be as war crimes, crimes against humanity.” “War is only one situation we will have to control to reach our new dawning. World population is going to be a problem. How will we control the number of human souls that will come to planet Earth in the next seventy-five years? This is the question no political leader is talking about.” “In seventy-five years, time, we will have made it through the dawning into the real age of Aquarius. There will be no reason to work, to pay the rent or mortgage, Bitcoin will take care of the lucky and the few true Aquarians. The positronic brain might be part of this future world. We might teleport." "How we deal with our homeless, drug addicted, and mentally ill, and how well we help people effected by war and climate change, this will be the yardstick measure of the true Aquarians of the future.” “Today decent people hang their heads in shame, talking about the holocaust, or bigotry, or Slavery. These things are part of the history of humankind. They are what you might call are social D. N. A. This history of man, we hope, is the story of forward progress. We hope we learn how to better cope with war. We can wage war better than before. We can fight a war with sanctions, but we must not be afraid to talk to the Devil himself to prevent a nuclear Holocaust.” |
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Earth Date March 15h.2022
Boots is playing with her dog, she calls spot, The puppy wriggles with happy movements of affection. From head to tail it wiggles and wags about, begging to for contact. The dog is a light brown Carin Terrier. Apple asked Boots why she called him spot when there was not a spot on the dog. Boots answer was, “because that is what he is missing? Lucas was there with Boots every time she was with her dog. He loved that animal and had a distinct way of showing it. Only sometimes would he recite from his heart the names of the Dogs of the world, Starting with Afador, alphabetically down the list, but when he got to Carin Terrier. Before he said the words, he would start very softy speaking, “doggy, doggy” then louder with a growl in his voice. The puppy would respond to this by barking, tail wagging and growling, all the time staying near Boots. Lucas would continue this behavior for the rest of his life even after the death of the puppy. Boots “you want to help me with my history homework? “ Lucas, “What is the assignment?” “Famous women of history who changed the world.” “Ok I will Help” Boots had discovered that her little brother had a place in his brain, where world history was a map of not only people, but their times and dates. Their contemporaries, and a good background about world they lived in, and the food consumed at that time in that place. He was better at it than any computer. Boots wanted to take this resource and use it for Samsung classroom presentation. About anything would work. Google slides or Canvas. Boots really liked Microsoft sway but could not get around the learning curve. In the end, she would use a combination of presentation and Google slides. She spent three hours on the project. Lucas’s research helped to give the story Orientation and perspective. When Boots had finished her drawing, she set her timeline, written about the fashion of the time, and she had written in her own words a portrait of the virgin Queen. It started with the words “We always assume that Today no Blue-Blooded Royal would ever experience the horror of child abuse, but the virgin Queen might have overcome. Boots set the word overcome to reverberate across the individual screens in the classroom. But the bell went off way too soon. There was Ms. Thatcher’s voice on the P.A. This is a general assembly. We want all students to go to the gymnasium to see a special movie. Although Ms. Thatcher owned the rights to the Movie, the Sound of Music, she had bought the CD, the school board had to obtain special copyright release to screen it to a large audience. Mrs. Thatcher, the school principal, was on stage. “Girls and Boys, we all know what is happening right now in Ukraine. So, I thought I might show you a movie about War and refugees. A movie based on the true story of the Von Trap family. This was a family of singers who escaped Nazi Germany. Enjoy. |
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Earth Date March 16th.2022
“Hi Grandma,” Boots, is skyping her maternal grandmother, this woman is still quite independent. Her last name is Hicks, she is Mary, Elisabeth, and she lives in Chicago, U.S.A. Boots has only seen her once in person, when Boots was four years old, Boots is now 15 years old. Her Grandmother Mary is eighty-eight. Born in 1934 she had married Peter at sixteen. Peter had been a car salesperson and worked at that job for 29 years. The couple had bought themselves a modest home in Pilsen, a Suburb of Chicago. Boots would skype her grand ma about every to weeks at an agreed time so Grandma could be at her best. Hicks has been a widow for 6 years Mary is talking, “you know boots this is like the cold war all over again, the enemy, I hate that word, and the Iron curtain. Boots, “Grandma are you ok, you do not have iron curtains, your drapes are rayon. I can see them behind you. Oh, darn I forgot to put in my skype background. Boots is getting upset, “Granny Why are you telling me your curtains are Iron? “This was an expression from the cold war. we used to say events in Russian took place behind the Iron curtain. Boots, “meaning what?” “The Russians were secretive about what they did. We still had the Berlin wall. Then Gorbachev and Regan Knocked it down. You know I felt strange when that happened, because all these atrocities that had happened like shooting down Francis Gary Power’s Spy plane did not matter anymore. Then suddenly the Russians were no longer an Enemy of the west and we started to trade.” “I am not saying that we will; or should ever forgive Putin for anything he has done. Diplomacy is supposed to work for a higher purpose. The diplomat tries to understand what made Putin upset and how he or she, can make a negotiation that they think can satisfy both parties.” “The Diplomat is not there to judge; he or she, is like a psychotherapist for Nations in a dispute. There was a definite misunderstanding here: Boots, it cannot go on like this, we are better than our past. We do not want your future to be one of fear of nuclear war. Everything glasnost meant is gone already. Russian is the enemy, again.” “What does Lucas have to say about this?” Boot’s is surprised, “Grandma he is just a dumb kid, only eight years old. “ Mary, “He needs help with some things, but he has a good mind for history and current events” “Did you do any baking” “Oh yes, I could not sleep last night, so I made four loaves of bread by the stir method. Here look!” Boots Can See the loaves on her screen. “Push that little button on the side of the skype window marked Sniff.” Boots “there is no! Oh, grandma you are teasing me.” They both laugh. Mary, I must run, doorbell, I can sell the bread. |
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