Happy Joy Joy to my eldest Nephew. [3-19]
And a Happy Joy Joy to Cat as well, [3-20]
on *this* new spring day. [3-20] I sometimes
forget that her special [day] folloes the
othre one, diurnally & often Vernally.
Fryday, March 19th, 2o1o...my mood is bright
and breexy, like the weathre. Oy, bonito! The
yard was greatly attended Odin'sdé, with many
regulars asking after my bicycle. It was again
today that i took her for a little schpin; i have
acquired a lighting system for her. That is, it'll take
me a coupla weeks to change my shape from
walking to wheeling. Last Saterdé was definitely
not the one for riding--too wet and too windy,
almost tornadic. SunDay was wet as well, and
even more=so for the baby who was Baptised
in the cherch where i catch the W bus. [i am
thus an extended godfathre of a boychild whose
last name is IRELAND?!] Oh! MIAMI is the great
provider of eggs for the haus, having an amigo
who owns or werx a farm; MIAMI [mi amigo?]
also gave me a portion of chicken soop which
came likewhere. {it is difficult for me to imagine
one of the hens which has given us so many
good brown eggs also being killed and cut into
the fresh soop} But~all this talk of eggs and chyx
is taking attention away from that coming fertile
bunny. Life! it schprings forth in Good Time...
JERSEY kinda misst the time=change even
though i had told him of it Afore he reclined that
night in his own rack. Perhaps, my people were
dismayed by the haercut Señor LOPEZ gave me
last Fridé; it is too short & will take long to grow
back out again. {am i less of one [1] person
residing in a squirlbox for the census on account
of having lost my dusky lox?} Pastor Stone thot for
a mere moment that i had joined the Corps?!
[Of which he was a member while my elder bro
served in many of the same places. *hmm*]
Of what's to happen to my iconic & schkraggly
beard during these High & Holydés--i shall permit
the word & spirit to move that blade and hand.
~bracketed~slacketed~non-brisketed~slac
