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Through Pressed Lavender - Part Three

Calm, deliberate and deepening breaths. If you have too many things pop up visually, then picture a white dot on a black wall or vice versa and just concentrate on that and breathing. She leaned against the large rock that a glacier had so nicely deposited some tens of thousands of years ago, it was warm with the morning sun and she began to get a little bit of "it."
                                            
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  In December of 1974 a woman bought a copy of Popular Electronics. It was not her thing at all, but it did demonstrate the Altair 8800 computer. Flipping through the pages she found some things she understood and many she did not. She sent in the subscription form and filled it in with her neighbors name on it. He will like that she thought, Paul always did like those kinds of things and this was on the list. So maybe he and his buddies can get this little thing going after all. He moved shortly after that but she will never forget him or he her after she funded his move a bit with some seed cash, a few thousand for the trip.
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   The sound of a truck coming up behind her on the road brought her back to the here and now. It was Oliver and he pulled up to a slow stop and made sure she knew he was there. Opening the tailgate he pulled out a burlap sack that was billowing a mist from it. It was dry ice from Beau's and he placed it on the ground next to the tire. "Morning! Ms. Lori," he called. She got up to meet him half way back to the cabin from the lake, it was like a quarter of a mile but open enough that it was like a big yard really. Lori and Oliver passed a moment talking about any needs or things she might have forgotten. Then he mentioned the dinner that night at the hall, a once a month kind of meeting at the local longhouse that acted as a catch all of everything from bingo to boy scouts, fraternal clubs and knitting circles. Oliver explained that the dinners were a news program for the area really, you aren't going to know what is really happening around there if you didn't attend.
  He knew she was there to get some rest and wasn't part of this community in that respect but the food is good and the company would be appreciated. Lori thanked him and told him she would call him by noon with her answer. It was too much too soon in her eyes, she just wanted to sleep still.

 Over the hill and down the trail she follows, sometimes many times daily, Berta was in a fuss. She was having trouble with a Black Bear in the area and she wanted to do something about it. This was the last time she was going to rebuild the boxes that she put up for Owls and Bats. Berta was the miserly old woman who lived up the mountain from the Hudson's property, as she rounded the top of a rise she stopped altogether. It isn't hunting season and there is someone down at their property whose car she did not recognize. Making a mental note of it she continued to huff back to her cabin home.

 Lori was just waking up from a nice unexpected nap and as she looked at the clock she noticed it was 12:34 pm. Something stuck in her head that she was missing something, then she remembered that she was going to call Oliver by noon... whoops. Putting her phone together from the glove box, she had all intentions of just thanking him and passing on the dinner, what she found herself doing was saying sure, that she might as well go.... What the heck was that? She thought as she hung up the phone, what did I just do now?
Oliver would be there at about 5:30 and Lori started to feel ok with going after a bit. In the meantime she started going over what she needed at Beau's and to stock up for some good isolation time. She had to keep on reminding herself to relax and just be there, although she was also constantly looking for a computer, a phone, some kind of outside connection. There it is she said to herself, now there is the addiction.
 
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  In 1980 in a Wall Street office a younger man named Tom was just starting at his job as an analyst. He was there to check the books and make sure everyone was in compliance. It is in those types of reviews that patterns and sometimes improprieties are highlighted sometimes. Tom being just a month into the job, but a rather large overachiever noticed something a wee bit odd. Someone with a certain account number was doing very well for themselves. The number of investments into what at the time were bare bones ideas of companies were noted. What was the most surprising aspect of this for Tom was the amount of pure unadulterated success of those companies. It was something he was going to keep his eyes on. He scratched the number down on an index card and slid it into his desk drawer for another time. Back to the Middle East accounts and Iran's in particular.

Lori did not want to make a statement so she just put on her everyday clothes and waited patiently for Oliver. He pulled up right on the minute, he was a man that did what he said when he said, Lori had figured out. Maybe a little control issue, maybe just organized too though. Lori climbed into the older but well maintained truck and noticed that Oliver must use this as an office of some sort as well. He had a set up sort of like the police cars did for a few electronic gadgets and a mobile Ham radio to boot. This guy was prepared for anything it looked like to her, it was then that she noticed a few magnetic signs on the inside of the doors, bright yellow with the words Search and Rescue. That made a lot of sense now, but this truck was something else.

 They made small talk about how it was going to be at the dinner and who was going to be there and do what. Billy McEntyre will talk about Bigfoot and ask if we had all seen or heard him too... That was Billy though, and Kevin will goad him along sometimes going along with it just for entertainment. Susan and Tammy will make the dinner and don't you dare go near the kitchen, they have it all under control and will take it personally if you see something you think you could help with. There will be a Pinochle game going on in the corner and a few other cliques but that's about it. Ronny Hunt will get up and read from the agenda and run the meeting part, it's his turn this year. Oliver explaining that it's just good to be safe around here and knowing who your neighbors are helps out a bunch if Lori is going to spend any time up here.


























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