Presently, i pause to schlice bread And guard my hacienda.
Sunday, 31 October, 2004...Power Interruption!
Must be a new day all=to. Had to reset my TVs by
and by, uncorrected clocks none-with-standing.
[TVs: those hunky dark boxes that werk way better
than this one.] Would that FOX might broadcast The
Simpsons schcary episode anight instead of a month
after Columbus Day. The balls get longer & longer.
Armistice dé, two=thousand Seven...we celebrate the End of
the War to 'End all Wars'. Which was a prelude to the Great
War. {is there irony in nomenclature?} Which was folloed by
a Cold War! it schtaggers the mere mind of a son of a Navy
Veteran...i'm the unfortunate batard who somehow didn't
even have to go to the POST OFFICE and sign up for selective
service. Yet, i am grateful to live in a relatifly free Nation
which is currently under its own 'limited' state of emergency.
11/12/2o-1o, i bundled up & took the flatted, fearful byke
AND all my sundries in pocket & pack to the bus-stop at the
corner of the 12th Avenue cemetery. But~i forgot the ring of
keys which holds my Parish gatekey?! No matter, i went thru
the office of the Parish werx and borroed an original. i haf
no trouble closing those locks at dusk; i'm forever carrying
the Key i need to Open. [the byke i put in the shared storage
unit, pro tempore.] 'Twas a light dé 'pon the Yard, yet JOHN
brot me espresso hard candies. HE is thinking of lending me
a mountain byke to ease the Wintre commute. (*Blessing?*)
There i was at the schtop on the highwé across from the Gas
Schtation under windy cool low-hanging clouds...Suddenly, i
amembered that the W bus only schtops there at 4:35 & 6:35 PM,
respectifly!? i turned my tail [and whited schneaks] Toward
the Correct catch=bus, a two mile walk and jog to the grox
schtore. Just made the J last into Town, near a semblance of
Homeness. {i haven't got used to the new Hours of the fine
regular Days!} At least i warmed up by moving so rapidly.
TITLE: Transient Transcendental Transformationalism
TEMP: it's moderate for Novembre, even pleasant
MOOD: Happy in darkness & light, Anticipatory all=ways
PUXXLE: i am making many mistakes on the hard sudokus
WIDEO: Amber Tamblyn on House, i love her from afar...
GROX: rosbif & provolone, celery & cuke for salad
HAER: fear the beard, it is old and unruly, seasonal
THOT: «People tend to ask me for direxions
because i seem to be a determinist; i have
not caught the shiftless shuffle nor the
languid lope of the completely Lost.»
XTRA THOTS:«Three things impel a cyclist: Defensifness,
Assertifness AND Intentionality.» and «It's hard
werk to be the chaplain of a Prison-Haus.»
TEXT: Tuesday, Novembre 16th, 2o1o...MIAMI is on the move.
But HE wiln't be far away--he's taking up the second floor
of the next haus on the alley. It is much more spacious
AND he gets his own kitchen AND shunky [with bathtub].
It's definitely a Positif schtep for him. Meantime, the
first unit of this stalag becomes available to members of
the current Fraternity. WHO should take it? i could make
my move from gamma=dog to Guardian with Blessings from
the Concierge. CHICAGO could transition cleanly closer to
the Lanai with incremental new Responsibility; AKRON of
Unit Two might opt for greater coziness matcht by less
finestral Solar brightness. (The occupant of Unit Five is
not a contender; HE is newest and Probational.) Time is
short & there oughta be a meeting of the minds! Of gourse,
Our Quakerton benefactor could also simply Advertise the
first floor to A greater new Person all=to. *iPondre*
Mercifull Mothre! it's getting quite hard to upcatch my
own=self on what's Happening! i haf been Serving extra
hours on the cleaning crew with MONICA & CATHY both...on
account of MONICA has half retired from Her great calling.
{Someone has to tidy up the Prison cells & the Conference
rooms} That is: i am cross=trained to Good usage for the
minor majority of Parish people. Whenever there's a patch
of extra Cabeej, i'll take hold of it; my whole fangdambly
Taught me that much. [yet~it only goes that far Again^.]
The werld is turning on a dime and on a worm...i had
forgotten how schlow the buses Are compared to byking...
My fone=cell needs a Battery...my feet require warm and
anti=wet Boots for the coming Season...i should grade=up
my Schpectacles toward Schporty bifocalism [i only need
Glasses to see Disdainfully, Distantly] And~WHAT will i
get MILEY for her Eighteenth birfdé??! These are much for
a Progressifly positif person...Him whom CATHY called,
"Refreshing", on a recent JEEP© ride 'home'. ~slac~
