TITLE: «Good folloes Good»
TEMP: 50s & 60s, variable
MOOD: cheerfully Inquisitif
MUSIK: elvis [costello] on ishpod
NOISE: many b'ful berd=songs
OCCUPANCY: 98%
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~
