wing

Sunday, November 29th, °9...iffen it's a Sabbath, i just musta done

my Laundry. {it's a modern ponderance on which Day believers are

supposed to abandon werk} i was quite late for the LoveFeast on

Livingston; i totally misst the cherub choir. But i made it for the

special Advent meal--coffee-cake with chocolate milk Communion.

[i do know the houses in which to Receive bread and chalice wine.]

There was some=one else in my orbit who required both Toast and

cow=juice...the frontman of the hostelry, Roomy #1. He is recently

back from a sunny vacation and not yet caught back into the rhythm

of the city. Over=more, he did not escape the many troubles by going

abroad...his luggage stoppt in MIAMI but he continued on; the laptop

he acquired to replace his stolen one was also stolen! Some trip.

Thursday, the engineer catcht me up in his newish Chevy Cobalt for

a sojourn to ALEXANDRIA. It was the nearest perfect Thanksgiving

ever acause Kay and Harry prepared everything aforehand with nary

any discernible problems; the Turtle and i just had to behave as nice

Guests, something we nearly always do. A very pleasant short stay.

Friday, we connected with CAT and the kids...all three doing well in

our infrequent absences. ROCKY is werking worthily and BLADE

is drifing his own car! Would as much could be said of me after i get

my bicycle tire fixt?! There is happyness on evry new Horizon.

Of the werk i my=self enjoy, many othre good things can be said: i

have received my ten year/tenure certificate of Public Service along

with a thirty dollar ($30) gift card AND i shall continue to serve extra

cool dark hours through December 31st. {my favourite Customers are

schtill quite baffled that i am on hire 'Year=Round'} The two wintre

months i am shortened will provide from the Provider, alltogethre.

i could write a novel about the Misadventures which took place here

within the Haus while JONNY JUICE was residing on the third floor

with his retinue of boogalooes...but the HouseHolder put him out &

no=one has heard nor seen of JONNY yet or since. Bad kismet...

There are two (2) turky wings & three (3) hot peppers to boil into

broth while i celebrate the birthing Day of my niece who claims she

cannot cook; there was also a class reunion which neither CAT nor

the engineer made Appearance at. {i woulda been up for it}

~carriable=slac~

gord

Yesterday, a fool on fools' Errands.

Aday, a brusher of Leaves and twigs.

Amorro, a giver & receiver of Sweets.

The Hour is ne'er lost on me.

TITLE: Good Folloes Good

TEMP: around 54°, feeling Winterish

MOOD: bright for one so beset of Concern

PUXXLE: 100%...i cain't do Sudoku

PRESSURE: 115/77 pulsing 75

MUSIK: Night on Bald Mountain, 80's musik

NOISE: the Occasional very near siren

WIDEO: Daily Show, that World Series

GROX: all the essentials [bread, milk,

eggs, sugar, coffee, meats & cheeses] and

the occasional chips, dips and Cashews

HAER: usually covered by an acrylic cap

THOT: «People tend to ask me for direxions

because i seem to be a determinist; i have

not caught the shiftless shuffle nor the

languid lope of the completely Lost.»

TEXT:

Monday, Octobre 26th--JOHN the bus drifer

was quizzical,"No bikey?" i told him the

short version of how i flattened the rear

tire in Town.

Tuesday, Roomy #2 exclaimed, "Dang! I left

my coffee=cup at my baby mine's house!"

It's a very interesting locution and the

place where his young daughter lives when

she's not visiting with Daddy.

Wezne-cookt bacon for most~~rainy at werk

Thursday--called landlord of lights and he

flipped that breaker at 7 PM. Dan of the

Resource Centre gave me my 31 day buspass.

Friday--paid rent, recycled, gave out candy

*Roomy 4's friend had an ambulable episode*

Saterday--met JAZZ the J floater drifer...

Sunday, last--two masses and a parade

Tuesday, Novembre 3rd, °9...Todé, i visited

no less than three (3) polling stations. Schtill,

i only Voted one time. It woulda been nice to

have been able to send a message to the Governor

AND the Legislature about the most recent budget

debacle...alas, this election was only Municipal.

I am unsure of my ranking within the Community

of my hotel. Afact, i am at a loss to devise a

schema of the hierarchy. [Fraternal? Military?

Chivalric?] It'll come to me eventual.

Friday, November 6th, °9...Just finisht a load

of laundry. Schtrange how filthy a dish=towel can

get when five (5) men use it over and over. This

morning, we were seven (7) at matins [including

the woman who lives Independently on the first

floor of this hotel] AND ten (10) restocking the

methodicle Food Pantry. {less are needed to Pray

than to werk, yet both are Essential}

~factotable slac~

wool

There is much held in Common--day by day allto

TITLE: To Be, In Brief, A Fibre

MOOD: Xstatically Xhausted~optimalistic

NOISE: rustling leaves, rambunctious skoo'chi'dren

HAER: the beard is positifly Byzantine, iconic

WEATHRE: nice for autumn, roshashanna, ramadan

BIKE: i'm getting to be a real Ace at drifing Home

in the rain...it soaks me through AND i don't rightly

know the hydroplaning schpeed of bicycle tires.

{the Gifted bicycle permits me to exercise a rolling

Independence formerly only bestowed upon my

Gifted boots...two of everything And nothing lost}

MEMORY: i am surely behind a great numbre of

Anniverserals~a brothre, a sistre, two of their sons

with briefer Marriageness [post=nubility?]...all while

losing track of the passaged schleepers! It's true what

they say,"Memory is first to go." As i recall...

MODERN TEXT: Sunday, September 27th, °9...there

is anothre Roomy moving in, to replace the emptiness

of the fourth schpace. He is an amiable Fellow.

Tuesday, September 29th...i removed the foot straps

from my pedals, clippt my beard, refilled my Statin Rx.

Friday, October 9th...i am so behind my Glowing that

i feel just like a Pennsy lawbreaker werkin' on t'budget.

{Amembre when i predicted that none of the property

tax relief would come through the Casinoes? Hmmm}

WE are at a full haus again, with concommitant brief

scrapings. It's taken me three (3) months to catch the

neighbourhood rhythm...and i am the Quick Study.

Where did Septembre go? And why was Wednesday so

windy? i was not blown over by the fierce breeze, even

on my two=wheeled schteed. {nearly ev'ryone who knows

me has seen me Ride; people who don't know me have

never run me Down} Last Fridé, i did the altogethre too

many things. i prayed with the Presbyteries [there was a

record six of Us] AND helpt fill the Methodist food pantry

[there was a record eight of us for a light load]. Morning

being early, i Visited my girl=friends JANE & PEARL at the

market, took the NOON A=bus toward the Career centre

where everyone is looking for an Assignment, bounced of

the G buses to Attend the ribbon-cutting by the Mayor

for the refurbisht national hamburger schtand AND came

home in Time to confab with the LandLord on the Lanai

as he struggled to fill his haus with persons nearly as

tenable/tenantable as my=self. {i abide & reside well}

And i schtill found the time-in-day to warsh my Whites.

There^ would be much more, but i am up=catching.

~roomily=slac~

snig

prologue...pre=log:

On account of, [and because] i am now Visiting

the central arts district--i've scored and sent a

handful of arty post=cards to my Friends using

salvaged 32¢ schtamps. {is it Possible, in this Age

of instantaneity, to write and Compose cards and

lettres? hmm} Of this^, i may be Amembered.

So there i was with my bindle, walking along the

secondary twixt 13th & 14th Avenues, when a

middling blonde sitting upon a schtoop Aquired

of me,«Hey! What's your name?» Being a friendly

person, i introduced my=self to her & she to me.

She made othre queries of me as we schpoke

briefly, and She offered me a swig of fortified

beer...at a quarter to Eleven in the city morning?!

[there was a man up and behind her on the porch]

For all my need of such compromised pulchritude,

i elected to continue on and go to werk. The man

gave me quizzicle looks as i left; he called after me,

«Things are rough.» Perhaps~i was Solicited, may

wise the Woman was merely a lonesome Angel.

To the propreity and intention of the Man, i have

no inkling of Theory. {iffen i'da walkt anothre way,

i woulda misst 'em Entirely} Right effort...

So there i was, last Sun*Day, all risen up at Eight

o'clock in the morning, setting and sitting in the

cantilevered pew with ROBERTA, when in walks one

of my Customers with her fambly And she says hello.

Filosofy! Is it possible that i can't travel Any=where

without running into Persons i know? OR is it designed

that wherever i'm at, Them is already there every=one

i have altogethre met? It is a stark dawn ponderance

IF form forever folloes function. {i prefer to note that

evything is Connected, moment by moment}

TITLE: Behind The Line And Time, Above The Nadir

MOOD: externally introspectif, joyfully suffering *zen*

NOISE: city life--voices--band concerts

SOOP: chicken is all, next one better

WIDEO: totally missing the final season of MONK

WEATHRE: blazing hot, brief rain, hot again

NATURE: the dang tree=frogs are Happy enuf and

the gnats are finding their way into nearly every orifice!

THOT: «It's all about the Process»

MEMORIAM: John Hughes, Les Paul, Eunice & Ted

MODERN TEXT:

Later that same night...it was PETE who drofe me

home to the new Place, and it was the first he'd heard

of it. [some know, some don't know] Overmore, PETE

is one of those most trusted persons who can ring me

up at the Shack to check my situation. Which is to say

that i count more Friends among my Customers than

those who mark it the same amongst themselves.

There's a sign at the Liberry which reads,«Shoes and

Shirts must be Worn» It schtrikes me funny acause all

the shoes and shirts i wear to that building are worn,

well=worn! There might could oughta well come the day

when i schtroll in there with shiny new boots and a

fresh cleaned silk shirt--and then i'd get throwed out.

Yet~mostly 'cos it don't say nuffin 'bout wearing Pants.

>to be continued, kallikak-slak

flit

Tuesday, August Fourth, andNine...i am going to begin this

entry at the beginning and move back=wise, not becos i like

to Live in the Past, but becos it'll be easier to amembre

evything and not get schtuck! {this doesn't mean it will

make any more or less sense than any othre entry, but heck,

who knows?} Todé, i woke again before the radio alarm went

off at six thirty. i gulped down a malted moka, threw on

some clothes and ambled into the small cherch that sits just

about kitty-corner to the boarding haus [the Maple Street

Motel]. There i did vespers with DON and SCOTT. i haf done

enuf Mourning prayers AND now am learning Morning prayers.

By the Time i got back to the Porch, TRAVIS was waiting

there for Roomy #4. They are laying carpet in Bohemia while

the MUSIKFEAST is going on. The city of Bohemia is building

greater things faster than the city WE call 'home', but WE

are gradually starting to catch up. The boys departed fast

and forcefully, leaving me to cook my Morning salsa eggs.

i strolled uptown to Visit a bank and a credit union for

the short green, noticing five (5) of my Fellow afflicted

ones on the journey. It was a time of Day and Moment on

retourning to gathre my dirty clothes and such for a very

needed warshing at the Laundromat-on-the-Mall. [Whites &

Darks living togethre in the seabag which has travelled

from the port of LeHavre and through the Suez Canal...]

The day became hot as i laboured--i took the fresh clean

totebags from the Room to the old neighbourhood Groxery

schtore, where i purchased good fresh food by using my

government=issued plastic electronicle FOOD STAMP card.

i 'spect there will be a chicken soop in my future acause

i bot All the ingredients for it...celery, garlic & the

schplit breasts which will become the Base of it. *tote*

Monday was a tad wacky; the LandLord came onto the Deck

with a shopping bag full of cucumbres?! There musta been

like two dozen of these full=sized beauties. i remembre

my-own-self having too many of such things when i howed

a garden at the Hovel, and that was only a single Vine.

Even Pastor DON took a couple away--even though i had

thoroughly missed vespers. Quite a few slices of one went

into my 'werk=salad'. i was present when CINDY, the girl

carrier PostMan delivered my plastic Food Stamp card...

and, Acause my change of address has been recently mildly

confused, She said,«We'll get You all your mail as soon

as we figure out where You're Living.» To which i replied,

«When You find out where i'm Living~would You please Tell

me?» i believe she Understood the faciety of that remark.

Werk at the Parish went well until a certain mini=van

came and left three (3) discrete messes for me to clean.

He's a regular customer and should not have abused the

Yard so much after my first Avisement. Yet~it is the high

point of the Season & i'm sure he was in a hurry to fill

my bins with his branches. Customer/friend BRIAN gave me

a ride to the old Neighbourhood at the close of Gates.

Later that same evening: Roomy #2 was cooking himself a

burger when he Popped into my door--«Is that Your bread?

Could I maybe borrow a couple of slices?» i told him to

help himself [becos the bread was freely given to me and

it wasn't in my Powre to deny it to any=one]. Plus+, i

have just moved from the lonely austerity of three years

in a Grand place to the bettre sharing Venue of Life on

the common schtreets! {Whatever i leave out, which isn't

thrown away, belongs to All my Companions, nonewitheld}

Domingo, the Lord's dé, was also the Meeting of the

clique, the clan, the Fierce Five by Favourability...

and all those othre Names & titles by which it might could

be referred to. Originally~the COLONEL had simply planned

to drop in on me for a Sunday brunch between festivities

in the Coal=Town where Lovely THERESE was turning eighty.

{He envisioned a stop-and-go, a loving liaison apart from

"Inquisition"} But, as it happened, All the clusters were

in one Centrality and the full Avantage was took of it.

Of and For my=self, i ate a fried egg sandwich while

Roomy #1 was cleaning out his Abode. My seven o'clock

showre behind me, i traversed undre G's cloudy rainy day

toward the Calvarite cherch. It was the contemporary mass

of type--a sort of XIAN KARAOKE. Emotionally moving. And

there was the kaffeklatsch afterwise where i had my third

and fourth cups of Java along with Yogurt dresst fruit,

a large blueberry muffin and a chunk of schticky bun. The

Pastoress was behind herself to find me as my Sister buzzt

my fone=cell, yet i managed to tell BLAIR the many things

of my previous week in the Walley [again of Centrality^].

KAY and HARRY ferried me to our favourite greek diner,

where they consumed their brunch and i drank even more

coffee?! That is, until i let out a yelp when the waitress

came around the third time to warm me over. Becos it was

such a rainy dé, we opted for an indoor excursion at the

book outlet attached to the Big Mall. And anothre moka.

Soon enuf, it was time to meet up with the othres at the

motel. {You could try to fit five persons into the room

i'm borroing, but it certainly would not be Comfortable}

The summit was amiable and cordial, loving and Affirming.

Assuredly~i have a lot more werk to do on the Journey

before i am retourned to full faith and surety in All.

For dinner at the steakhaus, We were nine--three couples

and three singletons. [LIZ was the third loner.] MAISY

and LOO were kind enuf to drop me at the flop.

Saterday was a normal werkday, not counting the mob

in the morning And that KAY and HARRY pickt me up at the

end of it. We supped that night at the ristorante near

the Women's College. {i cleaned my plate at both dinners}

Friday was the first morning i got up early enuf for

the vespers. And~it was the first day i also volunteered

to help at anothre Food Pantry. At first, the cherch

secretary tried to turn me away, saying,«We don't hand out

the Groceries until tomorrow.» It took some explaining on

my part to clarify that i wisht to Contribute my Labour,

not Gather the gleanings. Eventually, i joined the crew

of about eight people [including PASTOR JIM] offloading

two skids and a vanful of donated items. It took us nearly

two hours on that schticky morning. Then i scored my

money order for the LandLord, droppt it in the box and

went on my own little grox run. After visiting the Library

and taking a power=nap, i even managed to help Roomy #4

bring some of his belongings to the third floor with his

current/former girlfriend. A day for Lifting...

The rest, You almost know. ~slac~

mono

PUXXLE: 100% perfect, but only

this very last one i recycled

SOOP: i'll have to buy some

ingredients for the next one

TITLE: Bivouac de Baraque

MOOD: somewhat refresht

MUSIK: Zappa Spears Who Waits

[new schtuff on the Ishpod]

WIDEO: learning the new cable

WEATHRE: cool & misty now,

but we had a really nice run!

THOT: «it's easy to Conquer a

place that's there. The trick is to

go to a place that's not there.»

TEXT: Men Land on Moon!

Cronkite reports. It don't seem like

forty (40) years ago, but that's the

way it was. i was camping then

and i'm camping now. There was a

small black & white television set

mounted high on the wall of the

canteen. It was rarely if ever used

while the campers were there...too

much othre schtuff going on. We

did have movies in that Venue;

they were screened with a real

projector. But on this night--the

entire contingent of residents was

gathered to watch a fuzzy white

blob of a man bouncing off an

equally fuzzy ladder to alight on a

grey dusty faraway surface...Luna.

{the irony of it only occurs to me

now: Neil and 'Buzz' would schpend

their night on the moon; we campers

were overnighters of a smaller kind}

Me? i only liked the cantina because

i could purchase milky way® bars.

Michael Collins? He was the Valet.

July 20th, °6...it was two (2) days

after settlement on Hane's hovel.

Around Noon, i carried this huge

cheque to my bank, deposited ALL

of it & cut four (4) certifies to my

favourite brothres and sisters [two

of each]. Twenty minutes later, all

the shares were in the mail. {it had

crosst my mind during the trial, to

cash the big cheque and roll around

in the filthy papre before sending it}

Lizard & cousin Steve visited me

later that evening and i bot them

dinner at the five-point steakhaus.

Funny~i didn't feel at all rich.

July 2009...it wasn't at all long ago

that MAISY askt me,"You do like

living with People, don't you?" What

a large filosofical question! i suppose

it would depend on the 'people'. As

it is--i very much like the people i'm

Living [camping] with now. And i've

always been perfectly happy to meet

schtrangers and make them into

friends. {do i have charm? and is it

natural OR cultivated?} These are the

days and Times for it, what with my

new VOTER card & my open food

stamp file. OH! and the vanity in

our upstairs bath--no more shaving

in the kitchen for this vagabond.

~slac~