Wednesday, April 29, 2009



Tuèsdé, Avril 28th, +9...

Every=where, i run haphazardly into

my Clients. Such as Saterdé, when i

scored a free kraut=dog at the service

station where the GREEN GHOST received

her walking papres. i did promise to

talk up the weiner=van at werk AND to

pay for my next gustatory Indulgence.

[WE had the same things happen during

the bingo days; one couldn't schtride

the Appalachian Trail without bumping

into a gambler.] It was hot on the Yard,

busy but not crasy, turning away the

fresh=cut grass...GARY brang me a cold

bottle of brewed tea [i never Drink the

hot schtuff] and the Big Dipper shone

bright in the twilight as i walkt into

Town with jazz on kay's ish=pod.

Sundé, i toppt off my long=suffering

chicken soop with garlic, red onion &

medial Egg noodles. Not my best effort.

Then i kinda watcht bof the TVLAND show

and the finale of SOPRANOs. *out=black*

Wednèzdé, April 29th, °9...This was most

certainly a week for me! Shortly after i

opened the Parish Yard on Monday, the

'White Franciscan' walkt with a friend

to the picnic table betwixt the Liberry

and my boof. {This fine gentleman travels

the eastern parts of PENNSY in a white

robe & sandals, resembling with haer and

beard, Rebbe YESHUA; but he is a classical

Tauist...not a Taoist nor Maoist} He

lingered for a while with his text and

teaching [of his female student], but i

did not get the opportunity to meet him.

It was a moderate day of trimmings for

me AND skool=teacher NANCY was kind enuf

to lift me Home. Tuesdé: Vitamins! Aspirin!

Celery & Pretzles! i found time later in

the eve to marinate a new schplit chicken.

Aday~i barely misst a fone=call from the

Travelling Turtle, on account of i was

cooking my break=fast of a fried egg with

beef gravied grits. {of all=the=else, no

one can Say i don't feed my natural self}

Night=Light bulbs! These i scored afore i

boarded the college crowded bus to werk.

i haf the Xcellent nightvision but i like

to see Around my confines in the middle of

later Darknesses; small Blessings for a

tiny man in a tight habilement. *plug*

The yard was well attended for a Wezné,

yet i mangaged to keep up with the news on

the radidio about ARLEN changing, abruptly,

his Party affiliations. I'm pretty sure i

voted for him to be President, once. Less

the Never~i'll probly vote for him again

one of these days Acause he is one of the

principled ones in the Senate. *opinion*

As the dim settled on the Parish i serve,

my friend AND cleaning Companion MONICA

offered me a run into Town; it woulda been

simply unnatural for me to turn down the

chance to up=catch with her on the werld

and its wiles! In a '92 pick=up, no less.

Amorro~i'll take a hot showre and Conquer

the remainder of Life which presents.


Friday, April 24, 2009


TITLE: «Good folloes Good»

TEMP: 50s & 60s, variable

MOOD: cheerfully Inquisitif

MUSIK: elvis [costello] on ishpod

NOISE: many b'ful berd=songs


PRESSURE: 104/74p88

MOTION: uptown, Visiting the Welfare

office...Lunch at the cherch [ham, beans

& potatoes, roll, bluberry cake, cold tea]

Filing the Assistance form at the library.

SOOP: lingering broffy chicken

THOT: «We would hardly notice anything,

provided We were ahead of our=selves; it

is the One who has fallen back who sees

Life in its roughest, remarkable form.»

TEXT: the MOTION took place on Tuesday.

i can't believe it's Friday, already.

Less=the=None~the sun is Shining, berds

are Singing, children are Playing, the

Flowres & Trees are blissfully blooming

AND i am schtill a little gefutzled of

the Life i lead. {who wants to get this

old this fast with hardly a scoche of

Wisdom to show?} Never mind~i am both

Advocated & advocatable, presently, with

many Blessings coming at me in Surprise!

Twas ever Thus all=to~the recession must

be ending. Clean & green, i move toward

werk & wondrements...until Marvelous

Mondé. ~faringWell~slac~

Wednesday, April 8, 2009


Aday, a fool on fool's Errands.

Amorro, a collector of brambles.

Thereyago & TwasEverThus

The Hour is not lost on me.

i can fix it all, remotely, at the shack.

{Technology is wonderful, until it fails}

Meanwhile, i am well back at my chosen werk

and being schlammed with all the yard debris

which came down in the wintre winds; i prefer

a busy parish=yard to a slow starting Season!

Fridayish, in the Epochal millennium^>

Frydé, April 3rd, +9...

TITLE: Weary yet Wondrous Walking

TEMP: 54°, grey and rainy [things'll grow]

MOOD: bright for one so beset of Concern

PUXXLE: march 1st~100%, completed on Yard

PRESSURE: 96/66 pulsing 82

MUSIK: NPR & 70's at werk, ishpod walking

NOISE: warsher/dryer, berds in the Rain

WIDEO: that er finale, sappy but good

GROX: eggs, 2% milk, olive=oil mayonnaise,

bread, boiled ham & unsalted potato chips

HAER: cut this morning for the Season

THOT: «Give slac 100,000 dollars and he can

Settle it out to the tenth of a Penny; but, lend

him a Fifty and he's apt to waste it frivolously

on food and medicine.»

TEXT: yes, it has been a rough month or so

of Accounting errors, BUT i have recently, gleefully,

sliced up two (2) of my debit cards. {They are never

as good as walking into the banque and schpeaking with a

beauteous Telleress} Plastic OR Papre? i am

Coming to the late, lamentable Conclusion

that printed money is way far bettre than

schwiping a magnetised strip into the Ether

of electronicle mayhem! Too soon old, too

late schmart. Altho~germ=ridden notes do

tend to make for a lumpy mattress...

Yesterdé, i submitted an Application for

extra werk & surfed the Intraweb at the

Town library [they^ have the fasterer

connection than what i normally use.] One

of my customers actually werx in that self

same edifice to CARNEGIE, but this^ was the

first Time i saw him there. Aday, i ran into

BRIAN at the recently refueled gas station

AND anothre Client in the market. He told me

to look for him on the coming day. These^

are such ones who Fare=me=Well...

Happy Holy=Days from the slac^

Tuesday, April 7, 2009


i'm running around like a nut, publishing this from the Liberry...on account of certain wiring troubles at 'home'. Mo' and betta lata... ~slac~