trig

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

vome

independence day, two thousand nine

«semi=permanent camping» Upcatch:

June 25th, we brothres contributed

seven (7) suitjackets, a blender and

a mixer to charity. We also delivered

the schmall television and some kitchen

utensils to the rooming haus. After

visiting the market [an habitual walk],

we both took a well=deserved powernap.

There was baked chicken in the evening.

June 26th, early, i acquired my Money

Order for the new landlord. {These are

very interesting places...the banques

which are Not really banques} GOODWILL

was the recipient of yet more crud,

including the iron and board, many

compact discs, audio & video cassettes,

as well as assorted random glassware.

Brother Turtle left for Karaoke before

i boiled the last of the potato flakes.

June 27th, i werkt a full day on the

Yard; BRIAN brot me iced tea and an

ice cream sandwich! We met a lovely

German girl at the restaurant that

night--she approached us on account of

my thriftstore martial arts T=shirt.

{Oddly, we brothers had been talking

about germanic themes during the meal}

On Sun=Day, i had multiple morning

misadventures--i woke late from not

having set the alarm, i found the bike

in the basement with the chain slippt,

AND the only key which my Instructor

had given me for black beauty was not

the ignitional key. So~i was late for

cherch. But i did have my pressure took

by the ministress of health. NOON, we

ferried cold goods and boox to the room.

But there was anothre snag...i'd forgot

to include ten (10) dollars to DENNIS

for the air conditioning. Thus we had

to bunny quick find the open Money Order

place and make that right. While DENNIS

was happy to undo the overlock, he told

me that he would've taken cash for the

trouble. {It was the upstairs Shower

that he and WILL were putting in on the

resting day} That night, after the bike

ride in which i skinned my right knee,

i mopped the kitchen & the bathroom

[in that order] and attempted to use the

old decrepit vacuum cleaner. *scrub*

June 29th, we made the many donations...

togethre a scanner, printer, beatbox

and shredder; separately, while i was

werking, my Advocate found Time to lay

off the big television & the big stereo.

{i have shrunk before & i'll do it again}

Four (4) of us ate Italian that night.

*end of Part One* ~slac~

Tuesday, July 7th, °9--«continuance»

Bright and early last Tuesday, the fierce

foursome had real coffee at the bistro.

We also had a hearty breakfast at our best

favourite diner. After that^ we strained

and rushed and broke our souls to dislodge

the contents of the big Apartment toward

the rooming row. Yet with all the frenetic

whirlwind of hustle, my brothre and i still

managed to get into a minor car accident.

{that put some skids on essential Progress}

My sister and her beau did witness the near

final walkthrough with my first landlord.

My advisor did the last of the car=work

while i rode my bicycle from one to other,

the comfy place to the more interesting one.

We must have all schlept like tops...

Wednesday was more or less like a normal

workday when one looks at it dispassionate.

My brothre buzzed by on his way to catsit

in Connecticut for the other good Sister.

[She and her husband are minding his young

brother in TEXAS, who is needful of care.]

That evening, i met Señor BORGES on the

porch. We had a fine confabulation, altho

he is moving to a better building. Amigo.

Thursday, i ate my grits al fresco, checkt

my e=mail at the Library & fulfilled my

Application for a second SocSec identifier.

Had lunch with the Lutherans. Wandering

away from the Library again, i found a

free bus pass tosst in the trash! i used

it to travel to the old place, where my

former LandLord helped me put Pop's box

spring and mattress & my Jewish godmom's

comfy [but ratty] chair to the curb. He

noted that we could put extra bulk items

out because,"I've got four units here...

the collectors don't know if it's all from

one Apartment." Friday was a very weird

day; although it was only the 3rd of July,

many government buildings and the career

centre were closed. {i know this Acause

the buses were running and i rode many}

Saturday was the true Holiday for me but

i managed to launder my dirty clothing at

the coin=op in Town. The firewerx that

night were barely visible through the

alley--but we enjoyed them less=the=none.

*end of Part Two* ~slac~

flah

[a yobless recovery]...Sunday, June 14th,°9:

The picnic after Service was held in the cherch

basement on account of the grass was wet from

last night's rain. My SAUERKRAUT was a big hit.

{Congregants went,"What's a hot dog without sour

kraut?"} In the gorgeous afternoon, i wandered

onto the Ritz parking=lot to look at the muscle

cars and hot rods of the 'Cruizers'. At Seven

i retourned to GRESSER Park for the Flag Day

programme

. The gentleman [JIM by name] who walks

around Town with a Maine Coon cat [PERSNICKETY

is his title] sat on the bench in front of me.

We schpoke togethre for quite awhile after the

Concert. {"Be kind to your web=footed friends,

for a Duck may=be somebody's mother"} All in

all, a perfect pledging dé. ^reposit^

Friday, June 19th, and9...

Monday, i walked uptown early to the SocSec

Administry. [Everywhere i go looking for werk,

they want two (2) identifiers.]

The office was crowded but i snagged the form.

I ran into a co=werker from bingo...and i also

dropped into the ART SKOOL and caught up with

my art professor/adviser from College.

At work, i foned my TEMP girls. My friend and

Customer, Pete, gladly agreed to be a reference

on my résumé...The Engineer picked me up after

werk and we had anothre deep confab at Dinner.

Tuesday, i delivered my Notice to the LandLord.

Later, the engineer and i observed on a room

visit to 15th Street that the HOTEL has

fallen far from its glory.

Wednesday morning, we saw a very small room

within a tract house South of here.

{Where is here??} The Yard was busy that

afternoon, but i did squeeze in some housing

related fone calls.

Thursday was productif and lucky...a room

near the library was Discovered.

For dinner, we attended an event called Taste Of The

Market at the farmers' market. There were plenty

of delicious free samples and it was well attended.

This [Friday] morning, The Engineer arose just before

me and gave BLADE yet another driving lesson; HE^ later

let me drive the

black beauty

all over the Walley on

our perfect mission to fetch me a Room.

i signed the required paperwork at Four.

TITLE: to upcatch a flat

MOOD: fillt with nervous energy

WEATHRE: rain, sun, rain...sticky warm

MUSIK: whatever my Instructor hums from his

remembered karaoke songlist

MEMORIAL: Ed McMahon, Farrah, Michael Jackson.

Teach me to go into motion while the werld is

like=wise. G & J will guard them to the rising.

THOT: it'll take me all of the move to catch up

to myself, but i remembre the same thing happening

just three (3) years ago.

TEXT: i'll haf to reset from having a bicycle...

and all the othre crud that's happened recently.

~slac~

surt

TITLE:

Confabulation is a Good thing.

MOOD:

more Hopefull than defeated

NOISE:

a Spanisch ball=base game

PUXXLE:

i am so busy that i can't remembre if

and when i did a perfekt one! Sharpness of else?

SOOP:

i've put up a CHICKEN brof which schtill

requires noodles and potatoes for fullness

and like maybe onion and fresh celery, too

MEMORY: The tears will end...i shoulda made

mention of PAUL HARVEY & DOM DELUISE, but

there have been local losses as well, including my

customer=friend whose Property scthands betwixt

my parish Yard and the mosque, And the patriarch

of my Carolinian girl=friend...He^ was an esteemed

professor and Administrator in K=town. {i have

naturally been in close contact with the neighbourly

heirs and Assigns} Thank providence that YESHUA

conquered the whole messy business, though it is

schtill difficult to keep waiting for the Calling Day.

TEXT:

Thursdé was the day on which i met yet

anothre HANE at yet anothre Temp agency. She

conducted a fullsome interview of me all=to, and

i'm sure i aced the clerical Test of my Alphabetic &

Arithmetic skills. HANE read the top of my résumé

and Commented,"Oh--You work at the parish! How

do I dispose of [this item] which is lying around my

house?" Of gourse~i suggested the true Path...

Fridé, i commuted all the way to Bohemia and the

central arts district, altho NOT as far as the Casino!

{a Person riding the bus has Nothing left to wager

on schparkling frivolities} And tho i wanted to visit

the WIRED coffe=shop for longer than i was there,

i had to catch the G back to the resource centre.

(that Place where all the werk of werking is Done.)

i did my high=speed thing, i tweaked my Résumé

and copied it...i signed up with BOB for two (2)

more werkshop/seminars. And travelled westwise

on a bus so crowded with Husky schtudents, i thot

i was on a Japanese commuter train! The drifer

is named ELIZABETH, not STEPHANIE; i'm bettre

than this^ at Catching names in a crowd...

Saterdé on the Yard was a busy steady upfilling of

the roll=offs, but not crasy at all. Customer MIKE

was good and kind to ride me 'home' while he and

his son, CHRIS, were motivating elsewhere. i was

just walking by with my Ishpod tuned to a song of

my own composing?! It's a mitzvah. Aday~i ate my

grits and gravy And chercht my=self with the

Moravians on LIVINGSTON Avenue. White Robes!

The Pastoress had a full Pentacostal service of

Confirming two (2) acolytes AND handing out wafers

and grapejuice to the assembly. There musta been

like twenty (20) hymns in that doxology! The

paraclete came to Us all, as bright as was, including

my lovely bench=mate who took me for a Catlick

acause i offered her,"The Peace of J be with You."

Well=met~an adherent of the parish EGYPT.

After spirit, i ambled to the ART MUSEUM, to fill my

eyes with what my Soul had already Partook...the

security guard

schtoppt me briefly on my entry,

but i assured him that i needed the bubbler and

would join the ART ACADEMY ceremonies after i

upcaught on the peekage of Collections. {i have

that misplaced look where'er i transit; i oughta haf

telled him We were in the same exact Busyness.

He of the Safety of his building, me the Guard of

the Yard that recycles Locust branches into compost}

Tuèsdé--the trust clappt shut upon BLADE as many

of us were Celebrating his growth at an Italian café.

We were Cat & grandmama, sister, uncle and fambly

friend

, eating mostly the Soops & Salads. {is there

a Mack which lives who does not crave greens?}

They were more than Good to have me along, when

i coulda caught my actual lunch in a cherch cellar!

The Lord of my life, a man of means, droppt in to

check me up just Now. WE, as friends, will come to

mutual Independence as the Summer rises [and i

fall into undeserved treasure]. The traveling Pater

of the eastern Province, that turtle/engineer who

goes where he whilst, is barreling Toward the town

of his own birth & setting his royal mind on Avancing

the mild Progresses all of us [his chi'dren] haf made.

Twas Ever Thus & These is the Conditions Prevalent.

LAODICEAN?! i schpell that werd in my dremes.

Comment early & often~slac~

toba

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~