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TITLE: «Feast of Love»

WEATHRE: breexy, sunny

MOOD: Helplessly Hopeful

MUSIK: the songs and sounds of

children, their bright voices

SOOP: finely formed, with noodles

THOT: «It's a fine thing that i werk

from a situation toward a purpose,

acause i am blesst and able.»

TEXT: Amorning, Mothers' Day, i

cleaned my=self up, ate my gravied

grits and walkt into anothre cherch.

It was my former neighbour, WAYNE,

who knew me to see me. The Pastoress

herself greeted me warmly as i was

catching up with my neighbour; the

choir contained my client/friend

SHARON who also startled to see me.

{it isn't strange that i am foreknown

in Places of Worship, but that i get

there in the opening Time} This was

the Day i made with G & J...simply

from the force of travelling where

the Spirit leads. Praise & thanx be.

Tuèsdé, May 12th, °9...yesterday, i

werkt the Parish yard abof & beyond

the call of Duty--with the Possible

exception of having to turn away all

the persons who schtill believe they

can bring fresh cut Grass to the

facility. GARY was good to come and

tell me that he's gonna bring me yet

anothre home=cookt meal from VICKIE

when the Time allows. [He knows that

i am schtaying the extra hours.] Also,

MONICA was kind to fetch me homewise

after her cleaning werk; she taught me

evything i know about schweeping carpets.

{All the werkers are worthy of their

wage} Overmore~the sun was yet Out when

we travelled. Aday, i walkt back into

the centre of town for Lunch at the

cherch...Sausage Noodles with salad,

a plain fastnacht, two milky coffees

AND chocolate ice creme with whippt

dreme. I actually go there for the

Fine FELLOWSHIP, the prayer, and the

Giving Graces--i have an unnatural Averse

for the "clinged peaches". Sustain!

MY people also do as i do, going to the

Publik Liberry for simple comforts and

Relaxations on the brightness of the Day.

i chekt my e=mails & All my othre resources

while the carrels were filled with faster

Typists. There was a scratchy=throated man

ahind me, and a vocal bébé girl who made

the most wonderfull noises as WE conducted

Our inter=webbing. i made a great joke to

the Company of the effect,«Doesn't that

child Know that this is a Library?!»

The little ones were Designed for such a

good Day. She^ smiled me as i left...

i thoroughly enjoy filling out Employment

Apps under such conditions, acause ALL of

US are in the same=self leaky boat.

"Bread is good for the workers, and Wine

is an enlivener of the Spirit, BUT money

Provides an answer for everything."

~sustainable~slac~

kich

prologue:

Tuèsdé, Avril 28th, +9...

Every=where, i run haphazardly into

my Clients. Such as Saterdé, when i

scored a free kraut=dog at the service

station where the GREEN GHOST received

her walking papres. i did promise to

talk up the weiner=van at werk AND to

pay for my next gustatory Indulgence.

[WE had the same things happen during

the bingo days; one couldn't schtride

the Appalachian Trail without bumping

into a gambler.] It was hot on the Yard,

busy but not crasy, turning away the

fresh=cut grass...GARY brang me a cold

bottle of brewed tea [i never Drink the

hot schtuff] and the Big Dipper shone

bright in the twilight as i walkt into

Town with jazz on kay's ish=pod.

Sundé, i toppt off my long=suffering

chicken soop with garlic, red onion &

medial Egg noodles. Not my best effort.

Then i kinda watcht bof the TVLAND show

and the finale of SOPRANOs. *out=black*

Wednèzdé, April 29th, °9...This was most

certainly a week for me! Shortly after i

opened the Parish Yard on Monday, the

'White Franciscan' walkt with a friend

to the picnic table betwixt the Liberry

and my boof. {This fine gentleman travels

the eastern parts of PENNSY in a white

robe & sandals, resembling with haer and

beard, Rebbe YESHUA; but he is a classical

Tauist...not a Taoist nor Maoist} He

lingered for a while with his text and

teaching [of his female student], but i

did not get the opportunity to meet him.

It was a moderate day of trimmings for

me AND skool=teacher NANCY was kind enuf

to lift me Home. Tuesdé: Vitamins! Aspirin!

Celery & Pretzles! i found time later in

the eve to marinate a new schplit chicken.

Aday~i barely misst a fone=call from the

Travelling Turtle, on account of i was

cooking my break=fast of a fried egg with

beef gravied grits. {of all=the=else, no

one can Say i don't feed my natural self}

Night=Light bulbs! These i scored afore i

boarded the college crowded bus to werk.

i haf the Xcellent nightvision but i like

to see Around my confines in the middle of

later Darknesses; small Blessings for a

tiny man in a tight habilement. *plug*

The yard was well attended for a Wezné,

yet i mangaged to keep up with the news on

the radidio about ARLEN changing, abruptly,

his Party affiliations. I'm pretty sure i

voted for him to be President, once. Less

the Never~i'll probly vote for him again

one of these days Acause he is one of the

principled ones in the Senate. *opinion*

As the dim settled on the Parish i serve,

my friend AND cleaning Companion MONICA

offered me a run into Town; it woulda been

simply unnatural for me to turn down the

chance to up=catch with her on the werld

and its wiles! In a '92 pick=up, no less.

Amorro~i'll take a hot showre and Conquer

the remainder of Life which presents.

~slac~

dogo

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~

stap

Aday, a fool on fool's Errands.

Amorro, a collector of brambles.

Thereyago & TwasEverThus

The Hour is not lost on me.

i can fix it all, remotely, at the shack.

{Technology is wonderful, until it fails}

Meanwhile, i am well back at my chosen werk

and being schlammed with all the yard debris

which came down in the wintre winds; i prefer

a busy parish=yard to a slow starting Season!

Fridayish, in the Epochal millennium^>

Frydé, April 3rd, +9...

TITLE: Weary yet Wondrous Walking

TEMP: 54°, grey and rainy [things'll grow]

MOOD: bright for one so beset of Concern

PUXXLE: march 1st~100%, completed on Yard

PRESSURE: 96/66 pulsing 82

MUSIK: NPR & 70's at werk, ishpod walking

NOISE: warsher/dryer, berds in the Rain

WIDEO: that er finale, sappy but good

GROX: eggs, 2% milk, olive=oil mayonnaise,

bread, boiled ham & unsalted potato chips

HAER: cut this morning for the Season

THOT: «Give slac 100,000 dollars and he can

Settle it out to the tenth of a Penny; but, lend

him a Fifty and he's apt to waste it frivolously

on food and medicine.»

TEXT: yes, it has been a rough month or so

of Accounting errors, BUT i have recently, gleefully,

sliced up two (2) of my debit cards. {They are never

as good as walking into the banque and schpeaking with a

beauteous Telleress} Plastic OR Papre? i am

Coming to the late, lamentable Conclusion

that printed money is way far bettre than

schwiping a magnetised strip into the Ether

of electronicle mayhem! Too soon old, too

late schmart. Altho~germ=ridden notes do

tend to make for a lumpy mattress...

Yesterdé, i submitted an Application for

extra werk & surfed the Intraweb at the

Town library [they^ have the fasterer

connection than what i normally use.] One

of my customers actually werx in that self

same edifice to CARNEGIE, but this^ was the

first Time i saw him there. Aday, i ran into

BRIAN at the recently refueled gas station

AND anothre Client in the market. He told me

to look for him on the coming day. These^

are such ones who Fare=me=Well...

Happy Holy=Days from the slac^

zoom

i'm running around like a nut, publishing this from the Liberry...on account of certain wiring troubles at 'home'. Mo' and betta lata... ~slac~

klaw

TITLE: «Pounding Pavement»

TEMP: 50°f, sunny but Glovey

FLOWRES: asters, crocuses, daffodils

OCCUPANCY: 100%, aday

THOT: «There were Days like these in the

foretelling, but i was Young & inattentif.»

PRELUDE: March 26th, i found anothre Dime in

my Path [like yesterdé] AND helpt two (2) older

women Across TILMAN Avenue. On my way to othre

things, of gourse. There is a great Satisfy in

werking as well and as long as i did Yesterday

at the Parish Yard, and in entertaining the

vocal, thotful aids of my brothres & sisters.

Regardless=of=much~i find the Ones who

care for me are close to hand, including also

NANCY, my Supervisor, who granted me more

werk...and JEFF, my room=leaser, who has the

great Patience to hold me fast while thinking

of replacing the roof tiles which blowed off

during this windy Wintre! *Blessings*

TEXT: Tuesday, March 31st, and9...Altho i wake

with berds & sun, i am schtill behind of much!

The days which lengthen toward the High Holydés

also increase in broad and recurring troubles.

Yet~no courage has left me, acause i am werking

well while Xploring for more werk=as=well. [an endeavour

i ought've Took up twenty months ago]

Teach me to become semi=soluble in a Time of war.

Less=the=Never~my regular customers keep

helping and asking after me...NANCY [teacher]

brot me a cola with pufft pop=corn Saterday &

ERNIE [who loves cold weathre] brang me an

Apple and a ham sandwich yesterdé while the

bins were being traded out. My people^...

Also~BRIAN toted me 'home' from the Yard last

night as he was the last customer on the dusk.

My boot=leathre was thus Preserved for anothre

long walk. Amorro, as well as werking, i will solve

the werld which the President [Barack]

and i have inherited from Persons even so much

like my=self that i can scarcely Amembre the

many, many errors which have Accrued! ~Veritas~

id est, i move resolutely from Plastic to Papre,

from intangibles toward Objectif reality, paying

OUR natural faults to Faith... ~slac~

dray

Friday, March 13th, °9...

i used to think the following were just

Xpressions. Not no more.

There's more month than Money.

We live from paycheque to paycheque.

One can choose between Food & medicine.

Oh, never mind~the Patriarch had the

perfect werds for it,"Things are Tough

all over." {Wise for one so Young}

Reposit: the Girls are so busy showing

houses on their turfs, they can

hardly be expected to call me more

than three (3) times a week.

[it's a real=estate joke^] And

speaking of fone=calls...i can

honestly say, when the Firemen ring

or the Sheriffs, or the benevolent

association of County Aggregates,

that,"No---Hane is not here." [^edited>]

Besides which~they always fone

when i'm trying 2 write a cogent and

scintillating Glow entry. Maybe not

this one...but your call may be

recorded 4 future sales purposes.

~O'slacAmacOmac'saMany^

March 17th, °5^ Futurific Reposit: [edited]

Wednesday, March 19th, °8...nearly

three (3) years later & just as wet!

WILY WILLY WISITS WALLEY: i am one

of the fortunate vagabonds who meandered

into that west=end COLLEGIATE BASKETBALL

arena where BILLY BLYTHE gave a speech

in favour of his wife, while reminiscing

wistfully about his own Term in Office.

{i didn't schtay for the whole monologue}

Oh! And i met a very nice yoga instructor

while i waited. History: i attended an

ELO concert in that same building when

i was a mere child & Yes, i inhaled...

The dé was moist, cool and grayly dreary.

But i had to wandre on to buy a brisket.

Modern day: Monday, March 16th, +9...

On my way to werk Saterdé, i found a

dollar on the pavement outside the grox

schtore. And as much as i wanted to cram

it in my own pocket, i lookt around and

askt after two women if they'd lost one.

Sure enuf, the woman just getting into

her auto had droppt it. Honesty--i'll haf

to keep cultivating it for the time being.

Werk was busy until dusk...but not every

body in the Parish knew i was open. It

was a cool dark walk back to the N'hood

where i nearly live. ['tho i walk thru

a shadowy walley, i'll take the extra

hours.] Aday was not nearly as well

attended by customers but the new guys

contracted for the roll=offs are cool.

No brisket this year; i'm just finishing

off a can of 'meatball stew'. Irish!

~slac~