Tuesday, July 7th, °9--«continuaxn» 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.
My staff=sargeant did the last of the car=work while i rode
my bicycle from one to t'other, the comfy place to the more
interesting one. We All schlept like tops...
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 card.
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." Saturday was the true
Holiday for me so 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~ ^posted to SLACKTOWN as vome on 7/8/9^
«To Serve Man» by the Cannamids... [reposit of 7/14/o9]
The Sun=Day after Independence day, i rode my bicycle to cherch.
But i got there too early at first & too late at last! Never mind~
my Pastoress allowed me to have some cake and coffee for the
cruise back into Town. Somehow, i found a free newspaper in the trash
near a small groxery schtore! The black cherry soda i had cost me 35¢.
After stowing the bike in my 'room', i walkt to the ART MUSEUM. {this
is also a religious act} Later, i poppt into a raucous Spanish
service on Tenth Avenue. Big musica... At six, i fell in with the
closest Presbyterians; we sang and studied one of the Psalms. At
GRESSER PARK [anothre cathedral] while the brass band played
i bumpt into my exercising sister, Cat. She is now mostly caught
up on my most recent camping adventures. Mild. Altho i waited
diligently for my regular bus on Monday at Tenth Avenue, i was
spirited to werk by friend and customer, BOB. Acause of the current
wonderful weathre, the Yard was mobbed for most of the day. Nice
night to walk as well. Tuesday--You haven't lived until you've
shaved in the kitchen sink using a steel pot cover for a mirror!
The lunch pantry was well attended but the salisbury steak was very
tough. Blueberry pie made up for that. i bussed to the career centre
and tweaked my résumé. {to think of all the address & fone numbre
changes i have yet to make} On Wednesday, drifer JOHN showed me
how to attach the bicycle to the bus. He gave me a gold star when
i unhitcht it at my werk stop. MAISY was kind to call me near the
end of Business and update me on her brother=in=law's progress at
the Houston hospital; his cytoreduction apparently went quite well.
Prayer! i rode the bike 'home' in 53 minutes. [it's mostly downhill
from the Parish into Town.] Xilerating and not at all hazardous.
Thursday was anothre gorgeous day to walk & ride, eat Sloppy Joes,
run a small laundry, attend an ART Reception AND meet a new
upstairs roomy. He is not much happy to be in transition, but
he is a pleasant Fellow. "Drama, Drama" Friday, i gathered my
rent from the bank and the credit union, scored the needed
money ordre AND just missed the charity van at the old Place.
Mere moments! It turns out to be just as well~cause JEFF has
people interested in the remaining detritus. {i'll miss that
dark mirror and Hane's final chest of drawers...}
That evening i finisht some ancient chicken soop and chekt out
Mike's bingo on Tenth and the Mall. No Mike. Some days are just
like that. ~slac~ ^posted as byke to Slack--the Log & to SpaceMy^
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o7/11/2k1o~~The beautifull, beauty=full Rain came Yester-morn; it was
the welcomest thing in all the week! But it did prevent me from cycling to
werk. Also, the concierge and his compatriot came early enuf in the wet
to purge JERSEY's room. Which also made me leaf early for the j-bus.
{i've not forgotten how to ride the publik conveyances.} i walk well with an
umbrella and non=anti-wet boots. The Yard itself was lightly attended yet
perfectly equipt. Customer friend MARTHA came three times when the
sun reappeared...This^ whirlwind, tumultuous week=end continued from
my walking settlement into the less humid Risingness. The lord and his
leige poppt back into the dormitory at 0745 antemeridian, just after my
showre & third moka, with intent and meaning to polish a great many
linoleum® tiles on the second floor. {the concierge must already have a
'biter' on JERSEY's pad} It was too up=heaving for me to haul out my
wheels and travel Perfectly...so i walkt the dé away again. It's good for
the pedalling muscles to periodically surrender to the pedestrian ones.
One may notice, of late, that i'm missing my grand breakfasts; yet i
make up for their Absences as the dé wears on. And~i never forget to
take my medicines with prayers. This^ is my testing Strength.
Thereof~i schpoke with an afflicted one by the Fountain at the park,
i took in a populous Baptism at the LUTHERANRY, i gleaned the NOSH
of melon=slice & half a bagle in the PRESBY cellar Afore my buddy,
SCOTT, lookt after the offering of the meal. [NB: my schmall cherch is
schtill lacking a Musician to lead its chanting; WE make a good sound
when WE try hard enuf] Then, discovering that the polishing trial was
incomplete, i went to the ART Museum! Such bright sun, such cool
places to visit; why would any=one remain in their Troubled tent?
it pondres me Acause i have been camping almost five (5) years now.
What are the bettre conditions which might prevail?? ~rhetorically
& syllogistically~slac
