"Never mind~i have anothre range on
which to make my chicken soop."
~slac-buses-to-visit-neighbours~
And he walks for the sake of walking.
i made a point of visiting CAT at her
new location. [Yes, anothre move.]
Her schtove & her fridge are setting on
the Porch of her home=row. ~Best of best,
they did move well & now, they are
permanent campers like me. ~It's a fair
thing that they were my first Visiteurs,
and i was theirs. Perfect progress...
^8=28=°6^---slac don't post on Sundé.
Friday, February 27, +9: Who knew there
was gonna be so much turmoil roundabout
when them moves was made? WAIT! i knew
it Completely the minute i turned over
the keys to the Hovel! [a pre=date of
the current hausing crisis?] Scrape and
Scrap, i have done no bettre than anyone
else in these dearthly dire Days; afact,
my schtumbling 'progress' has paralleled
each & every faulty schtep of the past
four (4) Years. {T'ain't none so Blind
as them that loox away} Yet, then again,
one only meets up with those troubles
which are customised toward the Soul...
Saterdé: the Yard was only as cold as my
hard black heart, And yet not as busy as
the Cathedral with its catafalque of
another departed Bishop. It's gonna be
a long, lean Lent...
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