Happy Saint Joseph's Day!
He's more than just a baby aspirin.
Or birds flying back to a monastery.
It's also my primary nephew's
birfday...that would be Wyatt's
daddy for any=one following my
Super-Unclehood. That bright and
handsome nephew of mine must be
33 or 34 by my epochal calculus...
[i dislike encumbering myself in an
entirely new millennial centuric Age;
it's so hard to round the arithmetic
@ the 'and Zero' point.] It would have
been in the late eighties when i last
personally saw that number. And
then i invented my time=machine to
extricate myself from the hazards of
calling bingo. Younger i get, 'tho i'm
nay the Youngest yet! Casio!
March 19, 2005^
Today, i drove to the Laundromat...
Presently, i am boiling more cabbage
and potatoes for the remaining brisket.
Carrots! i remembered also to boil them
for colour. What would the matriarch
add in criticism to my Irish/Catholic
feast? Set alone in perfect splendour
for Her ossified consideration? Hane
would have had it with Vinegar...
a taste 4 which i never joined her.
No apple distillations for this Son of a
Son of a Navy engineer & Christian
Scientist. [Vinegar is more for cleaning
than cooking, if you ask me.] Sharp!
i mean, the son of an engineer and the
grand=son of a limestone cementer &
a spindle-boss. (Hane's father also
werkt in a quarry but he was more
famous for overseeing fabric mills.)
To say much than less of my lovely
grandmeres. Without which~~~
*blip* i would not be here atoll^
The slight Knight is not going to weigh
in of whethre Karol Wojtyla or Terri
Schiavo should or should not have
breathing/feeding Tubes; it is far too
close an experience in my scant mind.
Papa Mac took nearly nothing and Hane
barely escaped with her whispering
Intentions. Remind me amorro to have
the courage to fill out my future
directifs, presently. Sans Lawyers.
Altho~i shtill have a good many stones
i'd like to pish on. Eternity!There's no
place else to go!
And there you have, until i report on
whether i finisht the Sunday puxxle...
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OH! Wait! Cat & the kids were kind enuf
to wake me up from my evening nap.
We were apt to catch up on fambly
schtories anyway. And Rocky's boy
friend was kind enuf 2 tag along.
He is a nice young man. Reminding
myself of myself @ such an age...
id est, between Academia and the
harsh indifferent world=real. Yet,
quite amenable & amiable when
travelling alongside my Secondary
orbital kindren & their intelligent
peccadilia. OR some compliment like
that. Any=Way, i sent the Cat home with
all of them and a care package of
pantry foods i won't use on account of
the absence of Hane. Cheese! Tea!
Onion soup! An entire box of things it
would never occur to me 2 have...
Dispossessing myself of unutilised
objects as i proceed apace to opulent
simplicity. [90 days~same as Cash.]
Sunday, March 20, 2005...can such a
drizzly cold day truly be the schtart of
Schpring? It pondres me much as i
regard my retourn to the Parish recycling
centre. Or posit the miracles & mayhem
that might accrue 2 me~it is an entirely
NEW AGE of possibilities which force up
and confront the soul's attainment.
Thus & such, the ride we pay into^
Mean=while, i only missed one lettre on
that Sunday puxxle. [if Edsel is not a 'car',
then why is 'Steamed' thus inapet?]
Read but don't exceed~~slac