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Holy Crud?! Where have i been? No worries...Lent and the Schpring have found me too
busy to Glow. +Plus also, my ding-dang dell [a 'home' compooter] is on the fritz. Soon,
i will fix evything and resume Glowing on a more regular basis. Thanx for schtaying
tuned. ~slac~ June 7th, Twenty=Eleven, 1418 hours

rapt

When Merit is Fortunate! The First day of 20-Eleven was

thoroughly enjoyed in the presence of CAT and Her guests.

WE were nine (9) at table with traditional krautpork. The

Turtle came to Visit us all again, to catch his cookies and to

drife me East unto the bunk=haus, a tumultuous Place!

On the dé [January 3rd] i lost HONEY WEST, i entertained one

Newby, one regular KIM and answered a question about paint.

The auto=body persons brot cardboard & regular RUTH also

came that afternoon. Once 'home', i warsht my water=bottles.

Five o'clock comes early for people who don't already rise by

that Time! CHICAGO left for werk just as the Concierge and his

Assistant came thru to prep the building for the Xterminator.

Fortunately, i often Live outside the confines of the stalag And

could attend the round=table in the morning at the Presbytry,

then read at the Publick Liberry for the afternoon. {i don't favour

chaos, i depart from it} The night was unremarkable*

o453 a.m. January 4th, the Concierge arrifed even earlier to

continue cleaning the bunkhaus, to turn things upside down and

backwise & whatever else He cared to do...i happily schpent the

crasy dé on my Parish Yard with negligible disturbances. Cuddy

PAUL did bring me a ginger ale. When i retourned around six

fifteen in the post meridian, my room was somewhat blockt by

furnitures AND my fridge was in the 'kitchen' [where i live most

of the Time, anyway]. After hours, the lovely girl down=stairs

set off the schmoke alarms by cooking too Fervently. It was a

mess of a mess but Perfectly recoverable acause i was There.

Xterminaxn Day! Thor'sDay the 6th of January was a Perfect

Day to be put out of the stalag alltogethre; it was also an

EPIPHANY. That is, i prayed at the Presbytry with DON & SCOTT,

then lived by bus thru the rest of the fumigation, wandering as

a true & natural Pilgrim from venue to venue [the big schtore

for combs, the Market for visiting, the Jewish high=rise picnic

table for an hoagy lunch, the Liberry for readings of all good

materials]. All these^ happened Afore i also took extra werk

with my Lovely MONICA in the Parish building from four o'clock

to nine o'clock in the Evening. {i perish by persevering, yet

profit less=the=none!} IF mice and bugs were killt while i was

absent, my BUDDHA nature wasn't Compromised...even the

tumultuous turmoil left no enduring scratch. (--part two--)

January 7th, SCOTT lead the Litany & TOM called me off the

restock of the food pantry on account of wet weathre. i did visit

the Market & i droppt my money ordre in the rent=box...

It shchnowed some more on Saterday while i attended to the

boof and my paucity of Customers; Life & Werk is about the

up=showing. SunDay, the 9th, i did a coupla schmall favores for

MIAMI of the next haus, took my bread & wine Presbyterally AND

ate well with my brothre and his retinue [BLADE, ROCKY & the

boy=friend] for Lunch at the Parish point diner [it lies diagonal

to the upscale Revolutionary War age hostelry/restaurant]. i ate

the mid=day shrimp. After recycling, i did a ball=foot Party in

the schtalag with AKRON and his friend, in Akron's apartment,

which had somehow become a common room. Never mind~

WE had a good Time aspite the Philly team's defeat. *breath*

January Tenth is Always the famous birfing-day of Hane, the

Matriarch [she no longer Celebrates it] AND it also happens to

be, this Year, the 32nd notation of CHICAGO's entrance into

the werld. Regardless=of=much, CHICAGO schpent his good

day with his newest girl=friend, AIDA, And i carried werk

upon the Yard with KIM, newby KATE, regular LUCY...fill as i

did accidental & entertaining moments that periodically move

during the arch dark days. {it is schtill Wintre} The boof is warm

enuf all=to & i requisition the random sudokus...

{filosofy: IF i am the warm & fuzzy creature bounded inside

the bunkhaus, WHY am i schtill partaking of Cold Rations

on equally cold days?}

part

One thing or anothre~i prefer the good news.

~cold=snap surviving~slac~

Thursday, January 13th, 20-11...i am behind of the passing of

last year AND none too joyfull of the onset of the Current one.

It is the fault of the werld, not the Author. Aday, i attempt to

synopsise the cusp of them each...the HolyDays which bleed

into the Hunkering Days [it is very cold in the Walley].

Captain Beefheart passes...Sunday the 19th of Decembre, i

managed after the Methodistry to grab up my packages from

MAISY at CAT's manor. BLADE & JACK were scarcely awake

that early afternoon but they were Polite gentlemen. Monday,

at werk, JIM avised me,"The Methodist cherch? I think I was

married there!" One of my regular customers brot me cookies

and coal=candy that day [the first of many cooky packets].

Tuesday [the 21st], i ran the vacuum, recycled by walking,

warshed my sheets & jeans AND entertained AKRON when

he came home to the Schtalag--normal off=day busyness.

A few days passed~On Birthing Eve day, i did the litany with

my Presby friends & attended the Moravian 4:30 LoveFeast

candle vigil. There was unitas fratrum in the coffee & cake,

more Especially in the Lighting of so many tapers at close.

The funny thing about Christmas, this Year, was i didn't

attend any Services!? Sure, i ate a fine luncheon with Pastor

STONE, his three girls and four (4) othre guests...took home

the gifts of fresh fruit for the haushold...drank iced tea with

my brothre [he had a shake] and ROCKY and JACK; they ate

a fair two plates while the Brothers palavered and kibbutzed.

{i was joining the Turtle in scant non=theism when he noted

that there were too many good Xmas songs} Thus it was a

celebration of something, with these, Yet not an overt denial

of that which i know to believe OR believe to know...

The Yard is hard in Winter. The customers are few and far long

coming AND the Publick werkers have to take care that my

shack doesn't succumb to the coldness. Of myself, i keep warm

in my boof and Proffer a thread of continual Recyclingness.

Wednesday, the 29th of Decembre was like that. ROSE gave me

the papres of the day, the publick werkers brot some fallen

branches, CHICAGO called my fone to ask after laundry=soap,

and STOSH & LINDA brang me anothre tinful of cookies. The

bus took me to and from, regularly, as buses often do.

By some account, i am making more Time & Money than i

ought. Thursday was thus, when i vacuumed the AdminBuild

with KATHY. i am there when an increase of Fortune is merited.

OR when Merit is Fortuitous! Acause~New Year's Day was an

unpaid HolyDay which i thoroughly enjoyed in the presence

of CAT and Her invited guests--WE were nine (9) at table with

traditional victuals and Fine Fellowship. The Turtle came again

to see us all, to gathre His own gifted cookies and to ferry me

back to the tiny row=haus on Thirteenth (13th) Avenue...

Which, of it=self, came to be in tumult! --part one--