The summer is not over until Hane gets her peaches; so there i was zooming into the Hinterland looking for the farm where she wants them [the peaches] from. I stoppt at a garage and asked for directions and the man asked me."Don't I know you from somewhere?" I get that a lot especially when asking for directions. by=the=by i got the dang Peaches. Then over the Mountain roads again into my own general neighborhood for a larger grocery=run.
[This is the point of the moment in the story where i tell every=one that the green car decided to be balky and strand me.] Which it did. Thank god for the H=bus. I rescued the ghost the very next day, after it cooled down from all the Peach=hunting.
'These peaches are bittre', Hane could merely add. And on Friday afternoon i went ape=crasy on the side yard...i'll be tearing shtuff out right up until my werk=place doesn't take no more. Somebody remind me to get an earlier start next year with borrowed tools. Also, never live in a haus near a cherch; the Bells of the carillon will surely make one mad. (or is it
'the bells will surely make you mad?') 2 many parentheses.
It's one step down from where i currently werk to Faer=carny, and then only one more step down to cosmic Homelessness [it's a good].
must Meditate, cogitate and other=wise Vegetate...
---the toddling great white peach=hunter, slaz-a-mac slac