STORMY...

* IN THE CREASE *

when the werld folds in on

you, recognise it...

'cause you might not see that

crease again.

^^^

This was the day that proceeded

forward in spite of itself.

^^^^^

SunFlowers propigate! Very

much like Septembre cukes

and lake=side confluences.

OR trailers & trux on the last

best day of the Parish Yard.

{I was a ride within a ride}

Do i not thus posit by foot and

feature to the blue blank

summer=sky? [rhetorical]

Of course~but the impending

Hurricane is far from us...

Nearly. [Hane is following the

disaster from the comfort of her

arm=chair.] Diversion!

09/04/2004^

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Sunday: Hane is talking back

to the meteorologists, some of

whom don't have enuf sense to

come in from the Hurricane.

The Matriarch is already up to

looking after Ivan---even though

Frances still has a whole day

to go. [query: was there a H?]

^^^

Sometimes, the freakshow is

outside the Midway. Not that

i've noticed as i walk round the

Town... By Tuesday the whole

she=bang will be broke down.

Fair & cooler~Gypsies on the

road til anothre day.

[was that potery?^]

* Tommoro, there will be hot

dogs with sauerkraut, brown

mustard & chili=sauce AND a

chance 2 reflect on werk without

actually werking. Which is a good

thing considering the conditions

that prevailed halfway through the

last Epoch. Slavery! Indenture!

Child workers & the 6 day week.

Schtanding on the produxn line as

long as your legs would hold...

OR breeding babies to till the soil

from dark 2 dark. Our grands

sure had the rough life, short and

brutish. Mercy that's over!

Happy Labour Day and batten

down the hatches. Advise of else

as time passes~~~it is Quiet within

the Eye. cloudyslac