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[a yobless recovery]...Sunday, June 14th,°9:

The picnic after Service was held in the cherch

basement on account of the grass was wet from

last night's rain. My SAUERKRAUT was a big hit.

{Congregants went,"What's a hot dog without sour

kraut?"} In the gorgeous afternoon, i wandered

onto the Ritz parking=lot to look at the muscle

cars and hot rods of the 'Cruizers'. At Seven

i retourned to GRESSER Park for the Flag Day

programme

. The gentleman [JIM by name] who walks

around Town with a Maine Coon cat [PERSNICKETY

is his title] sat on the bench in front of me.

We schpoke togethre for quite awhile after the

Concert. {"Be kind to your web=footed friends,

for a Duck may=be somebody's mother"} All in

all, a perfect pledging dé. ^reposit^

Friday, June 19th, and9...

Monday, i walked uptown early to the SocSec

Administry. [Everywhere i go looking for werk,

they want two (2) identifiers.]

The office was crowded but i snagged the form.

I ran into a co=werker from bingo...and i also

dropped into the ART SKOOL and caught up with

my art professor/adviser from College.

At work, i foned my TEMP girls. My friend and

Customer, Pete, gladly agreed to be a reference

on my résumé...The Engineer picked me up after

werk and we had anothre deep confab at Dinner.

Tuesday, i delivered my Notice to the LandLord.

Later, the engineer and i observed on a room

visit to 15th Street that the HOTEL has

fallen far from its glory.

Wednesday morning, we saw a very small room

within a tract house South of here.

{Where is here??} The Yard was busy that

afternoon, but i did squeeze in some housing

related fone calls.

Thursday was productif and lucky...a room

near the library was Discovered.

For dinner, we attended an event called Taste Of The

Market at the farmers' market. There were plenty

of delicious free samples and it was well attended.

This [Friday] morning, The Engineer arose just before

me and gave BLADE yet another driving lesson; HE^ later

let me drive the

black beauty

all over the Walley on

our perfect mission to fetch me a Room.

i signed the required paperwork at Four.

TITLE: to upcatch a flat

MOOD: fillt with nervous energy

WEATHRE: rain, sun, rain...sticky warm

MUSIK: whatever my Instructor hums from his

remembered karaoke songlist

MEMORIAL: Ed McMahon, Farrah, Michael Jackson.

Teach me to go into motion while the werld is

like=wise. G & J will guard them to the rising.

THOT: it'll take me all of the move to catch up

to myself, but i remembre the same thing happening

just three (3) years ago.

TEXT: i'll haf to reset from having a bicycle...

and all the othre crud that's happened recently.

~slac~

surt

TITLE:

Confabulation is a Good thing.

MOOD:

more Hopefull than defeated

NOISE:

a Spanisch ball=base game

PUXXLE:

i am so busy that i can't remembre if

and when i did a perfekt one! Sharpness of else?

SOOP:

i've put up a CHICKEN brof which schtill

requires noodles and potatoes for fullness

and like maybe onion and fresh celery, too

MEMORY: The tears will end...i shoulda made

mention of PAUL HARVEY & DOM DELUISE, but

there have been local losses as well, including my

customer=friend whose Property scthands betwixt

my parish Yard and the mosque, And the patriarch

of my Carolinian girl=friend...He^ was an esteemed

professor and Administrator in K=town. {i have

naturally been in close contact with the neighbourly

heirs and Assigns} Thank providence that YESHUA

conquered the whole messy business, though it is

schtill difficult to keep waiting for the Calling Day.

TEXT:

Thursdé was the day on which i met yet

anothre HANE at yet anothre Temp agency. She

conducted a fullsome interview of me all=to, and

i'm sure i aced the clerical Test of my Alphabetic &

Arithmetic skills. HANE read the top of my résumé

and Commented,"Oh--You work at the parish! How

do I dispose of [this item] which is lying around my

house?" Of gourse~i suggested the true Path...

Fridé, i commuted all the way to Bohemia and the

central arts district, altho NOT as far as the Casino!

{a Person riding the bus has Nothing left to wager

on schparkling frivolities} And tho i wanted to visit

the WIRED coffe=shop for longer than i was there,

i had to catch the G back to the resource centre.

(that Place where all the werk of werking is Done.)

i did my high=speed thing, i tweaked my Résumé

and copied it...i signed up with BOB for two (2)

more werkshop/seminars. And travelled westwise

on a bus so crowded with Husky schtudents, i thot

i was on a Japanese commuter train! The drifer

is named ELIZABETH, not STEPHANIE; i'm bettre

than this^ at Catching names in a crowd...

Saterdé on the Yard was a busy steady upfilling of

the roll=offs, but not crasy at all. Customer MIKE

was good and kind to ride me 'home' while he and

his son, CHRIS, were motivating elsewhere. i was

just walking by with my Ishpod tuned to a song of

my own composing?! It's a mitzvah. Aday~i ate my

grits and gravy And chercht my=self with the

Moravians on LIVINGSTON Avenue. White Robes!

The Pastoress had a full Pentacostal service of

Confirming two (2) acolytes AND handing out wafers

and grapejuice to the assembly. There musta been

like twenty (20) hymns in that doxology! The

paraclete came to Us all, as bright as was, including

my lovely bench=mate who took me for a Catlick

acause i offered her,"The Peace of J be with You."

Well=met~an adherent of the parish EGYPT.

After spirit, i ambled to the ART MUSEUM, to fill my

eyes with what my Soul had already Partook...the

security guard

schtoppt me briefly on my entry,

but i assured him that i needed the bubbler and

would join the ART ACADEMY ceremonies after i

upcaught on the peekage of Collections. {i have

that misplaced look where'er i transit; i oughta haf

telled him We were in the same exact Busyness.

He of the Safety of his building, me the Guard of

the Yard that recycles Locust branches into compost}

Tuèsdé--the trust clappt shut upon BLADE as many

of us were Celebrating his growth at an Italian café.

We were Cat & grandmama, sister, uncle and fambly

friend

, eating mostly the Soops & Salads. {is there

a Mack which lives who does not crave greens?}

They were more than Good to have me along, when

i coulda caught my actual lunch in a cherch cellar!

The Lord of my life, a man of means, droppt in to

check me up just Now. WE, as friends, will come to

mutual Independence as the Summer rises [and i

fall into undeserved treasure]. The traveling Pater

of the eastern Province, that turtle/engineer who

goes where he whilst, is barreling Toward the town

of his own birth & setting his royal mind on Avancing

the mild Progresses all of us [his chi'dren] haf made.

Twas Ever Thus & These is the Conditions Prevalent.

LAODICEAN?! i schpell that werd in my dremes.

Comment early & often~slac~