Mondé, November 10th, 2008°8...
it's dark and sometimes cold on the
Parish Yard around closing. Good
for the night vision & the layering!
Of all=the=else~i am once again
behind myself. {the migraxn to--
here--had something to do with it}
i hope & pray that my good friends
'from' Glow=land will schtumble onto
this^ page and reconnect with me
by all means efficacious. i spect
there will be much RECONNECTING
across the new neighbourhood &
that's a good thing. Feel Free...
my elderly Glow & my infant Glow
are schtill and ever "open format".
[it's a rare thing for slac to delete
well=placed Comments.]
Friday, November 20, 2009...What a week! What a month! What a
Life! i could not dare to catch myself with ten fingres of all the stuf
that has happened. Be that as it may and what have You, irregardless
and apropos of Nothing...[cream of staunchisness]. i believe i will
report back=wise of recent memory until i hit a schticking Point.
i went on a recycle walk, depositing all those paperboards which
accrue from hausmates cooking Frozen Dinners. i rode the bus from
outer points toward central points, taking a little cash from the Union
and munching samples at the Market. i added an hour and ninety-six
days to my portable fone by purchasing a card at Cat's farmacy...
'Tween Eleven and Noon, i faerly ran into my favourite brit Widow
and catcht our=selves up on common Circumstances. 'Tween Ten
and Eleven, i helpt the methodists restock their food pantry; We
offloaded 1,680 pounds of BANANAS, among the else of such.
{Pastor Jim said a funny thing: "Question, who drinks pear juice?
Answer, A Loser." He was just joshing} For break=fast i served my
self a fried egg sandwich on pumpernickel bread with a third Moka.
Warsht my haer and body, turning on the water afore i entered.
From 845 to 707, i prayed the Litany with the Pastor and his wife,
as well as the couple who abut the Tent of Meeting...it was a near
thing not to miss the rising Morning happyness. Late to rise on Six.
Thersday, i defrosted my fridge. Joy! In the morning, Roomy #2 and
i had to see off Roomy #1 [the Sargeant-at-Arms, front-man] as he
flew off to the islands [one Gulf island] for a much needed break.
He acted like the proverbial decapitated pollo and sent me to score
a replacement fone=charger before the van came. ("Beel! I can't be
without my Phone!') Kind of an exciting morning, near comical.
Wednesday, in the ordre it happened: After breakfast, Roomy #2
and i rode the H=bus toward town. i had recently told him that it
schtruck me strange that for months now We have ridden the public
Conveyances without running into each other. Mirabile dictu!
*pause*
