Monday, February 15, 2010


For the evening when the Schnow came, i moppt the floor and

cookt a pound of capellini. {Which is a good thing allto}

Glower forgets to send Valentines; Doesn't get any Either Apologiæ

I have an almost perfect picture in my mind of Mac looking after lost

kitties in the after=life, and his Wife judging all the angelic pups before

her...when the both of them aren't busy Interceding for souls!

Happy Saint Valentine's Day, Part Two: That^ was the scmall schnay

which caused me to cut out early from werk last Saterdé...there was a

Greater One in the offing. Yes, i did watch that ballfoot game where

the SAINTS went marching in [and grappled for an onside kick].

It was the most excellent TACO SALAD which was served Tuesday,

of which i doubled up AND also took away a small package of donuts

[this^ afore the shriven Tuesdé]. Like many of the afflicted ones, i

spent more time in the Library. Wednesdé was the Great snow=day,

with Emergencies being posted in many boroughs & townships, with

buses not running at all as the flakes collected...building and burying

each other into Night-Time. Plus+, it was mighty cold as well. It

troubled me greatly to take the whole shift off, 'tho CHICAGO went

into his new werk and made good Time. JERSEY stayed ahome with

me & MIAMI came back to the hostelry after only four (4) hours.

{none of us bunkies can afford to lose time nor money} And it was

a mighty mess in the schtreets of the Walley, for sure. Wintry...

Friday found me traversing the schluschy schnowbanks from Place

to Place--trying to set my taxes aright, gleaning scant Cash for the

weekly rent AND walking as a bundled man from snowpile to snow

pile. Saterdé was a recovery in part of Lost hours and a welcome

visit from the engineer who currently werx on that plant which had

a significant accident. He^ gathered me up, with his own children,

to repast at one of those moderately priced franchise restaurants. It

was the most magnificent of Rides on a chilling February night, with

him=self asking if i was 'ready for the Visitation of the siblings' [my

Sisters & their mighty men]. i nodded my affirmatif Preparedness

acause my own girls have hardly ever knockt me down during Lent!

WE shall see what we shall see--and the week will out.

moment: i catch my feet in mid=walk...

measure: fathoms by featherings, underly

message: Altho it is cold and windedly Woeful, Schpring

is not far off at all! --end part Two, final-- *slac*

Saturday, February 13, 2010


I have been amazed by the length & breadth of official condolences

showered upon me by functionaries...and only slightly offended by their

question,"Are you the surviving spouse?" It's like a double bolt of irony~

that, altho i did good things for a grand old gal, Her natural husband departed

her more days than 7 years ago. Then, strangely, i feel like a young pharoah

of Egypt when i admit,"I Am the Sun." Moses his=own=self didn't have such

offhanded queries! And He gave us the LAW and the seeds of prophecy!

OY~Vay. 2-7-5

Monday, February Fifth, may, in future, be posited & argued

that the Engineer & i went on our Southern Sojourn to escape the troubles

of our own Town & Time--yet it is not true! We carried them with us &

greeted them again 'pon our Retourn.

Title: perfect passage...

Thursday, February was an honour for us to carry him down,

Blade & Todd, George & Joe, the engineer and me. Blade read from

WISDOM, the engineer from ROMANS. Cat sang,"You'll Never Walk

Alone". We were a well=gathered fambly. And 'tho it was a bittercold day,

We were warmed by the werds of YESHUA: "I am the Way, the Truth

and the Life; he that believeth on me shall have life everlasting."

~brotherbearingslac~ ^posted as WIND to the WEB^

Thursday, February Forth, Twenty-Ten...there was a conveyor system

built up at the Food Pantry and the collection of pallets went Quickly.

Later, for MIAMI, i shoppt at the schtore for sugar and Ice Cremes,

butter and Peroxide...holding cinquo pesos in Abeyance for my errand.

Friday, February Fifth, Twenty-Ten...Death & Taxes...i wandered well

toward the MORAVIAN haus of worship, ostensibly to advantage my

body of doing the taxes in their common room; Yet i could not manage

to squeeze myself in! Astead, i will do them this coming Friday [L willing].

Everhow~there was a wonderful funeral service for my Friend and

customer, BOB. {WE have lost a lot of fine Souls in the coldness: the

Father of REBA, who sold jackpots at the bingo...RENE, who was a folk

singer during those same days...reclusif author J.D. SALINGER...} it was

a surprise to BLAIR the Pastoress that i attended--i informed her of my

connectedness to the body reclining. [NB: Bob was a survivor of the

battle for Iwo Jima] For the evening that the schnow was coming, i moppt

the floors & cookt a pound of capellini.

*close of Part One* ~slac~


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