Sunday, July 20th, °8...
And the engineer is comfortably ensconced upon a
northern beach. {He visits his wild seester when
he gets tired of his wild brudda} For my part, i'm
Avoiding direct sun=light. Hydrate & hang loose...
TITLE: Week*weak
MOOD: bright & cheery like the summer dés
MUSIK: oops! i left my ishpod at werk
WIDEO: Howie Mandel had haer! St. Elsewhere
PRESSURE: 93/65 pulse 57
THOT: «where=ever i go, i am known by someone.»
TEXT: This morning, before cherch, i gave a buzz
cut to Roomy #4. [i think i misst my calling to be
a barber.] Yet~there were a lot of othre events
which filled the week previous. Here they is...
Sun=Day last, i took breakfast with the very
nearest cherch, the Presbyterians. {some do a
repast before the service, othres afterwise} The
service itself was long and full of song AND there
was real bread and wine for the Transfiguring.
Toward evening, at the park, i found out that
Roomy #2 has a daughter of middling youth. i
also noticed a fambly of three (3) hawks which
made failed attacks against a hapless squirl.
Perhaps the three birds are the peregrines who
most recently lived atop the power building.
Mondé was the werk=day when i found out my
food schtamps have moved from the exploring
desk onto the eligibility desk. i discovered by
calling that my file has joined the "One Thousand
Unit". [i admit i am baffled by the terms...one
thousand of what? And if it has a thousand things,
why is it called a 'unit'?] It was MONICA who took
me back to town in her pick=up and droppt me
off near the hospital. ["If that's all the fu'ther
You wanna go..."] It was anothre bright day.
Tuesdé was cool and misty; i ate my grits and
gravy al fresco on the porch. Then i wandered
into the Department of Transport building where
DONNA informed me i'd have to go elsewhere to
do my second Change of Address. i didn't even
get to wear the VISITOR badge! {perhaps i'll just
let my licence renew in the eleventh month and
see what happens} i was more Successful at the
Assistance Office, where BIANCA helpt me get
my updates into the common slot=box. And i
only had to schtand on line for twenty minutes.
After a power nap and the obligatory visit to
the Publik Library, i defrosted my tiny freezer
and played a game of chess with Roomy #4.
Wednesdé was the day the bicycle rode more on
me than i rode on it. That is, she rode on the
bus to werk And cuddy=buddy FRANK toted her
and me 'home' in his pickup truck. {How am i
ever going to learn twelve ratios iffen i carry
my wheels more than drife them?!} That was the
werkdé i left my ishpod in the Slack=shack. It's
been recently rough without my music-machine.
Thursday, i wandered far to accomplish little
while interesting mail was wending its way into
my little black box. {i must admit the ham and
cheese sandwiches at cherch were quite tasty}
There were two envelopes from the County
regarding the self=same food stamps i'd been
werking on for days AND there was a lovely
cheque from LandLord numero uno as well.
As i had ridden the buses four times in the
morning, i gave my day=pass to Roomy #2 for
his Aventures in the later day. The rain was
coming & going throughout. Somehow i made
a recycle walk without getting moist...
Friday was all about getting the money to the
persons who most Deserved it. My rent went
to LandLord numero dos and my Deposit check
flew in the mail to the beach for my gracious
brothre. {It hurts my hands to have cash in
them} Yet, with all that, i also packt Pop's
seabag with dark laundry and warsht them.
Oh! And i had to write some stuff to the net.
Something else interesting happened that day:
as i was walking on the mall between Sixth &
Fifth Avenue, one of my fellow afflicted ones
[a woman in a small group] called out to me,
"Hey, kid." i responded with my usual and
generic,"Hey, there." Maybe i'm a member now.
Saterdé was hotly sunny (82°) yet strangely
fluid. There were many customers who came
to the Parish, but it wasn't the usual crush.
And of the ones who came, quite a few brot
me beverages [lemonade, birch beer, iced
tea]. On the walk back i scored sauce and
pasta, cheese and corn chips for the week.
And that's^ pretty much how it happened.
~slac~
^posted as TRIG
