Monday, July 26, 2010


Sunday, July 20th, °8...[& Future reposited] The engineer

is comfortably ensconced upon a northern [werk]. i am

Avoiding direct sun=light. {Allowed to wear A=shirts awerk}


MOOD: warmed with long haer & a needful scissored beard

MUSIK: ever Beatlic, with a smattering of GLEN CAMPBELL,

Simon & Garfunkel, Earth, Wind & Fire; Cream & The WHO...

WIDEO: i like the TWILIGHT ZONE on a searing Fridé

PRESSURES: 101/78p90 7/12, 120/76p75 7/17, 119/70p65 7/19

BYKE: [times are in Riding*Time] july 12up: 7.2 miles in

54m27s, 7.94mph up to 17.99max, july 14up: 5.06 miles in

35m21s, 8.6mph up to 20.47max, july19up: 6.8 miles in 51m

50secs, 7.87mph up to 15.82max; Down: 6.44 miles in 50:09

with 8.97mph maxing 15.82mph; with othre Times & Trips...

{i ain't ready for the Tour de France, no=way, no=how}

TEXT: This morning...After a power nap and the obligatory

visit to the Publik Library, i defrosted my tiny freezer

and played a game of chess with Roomy #4. Wednesdé was the

day the bicycle rode me more than i rode it. That is, she

rode on the bus to werk And cuddy=buddy FRANK toted her and

me 'home' on his pickup truck. That was the werkdé i left my

ishpod in the Slack=shack.

Thursday, [o7.o9^]...i gave my day=pass to Roomy #2 for his

Aventures in the later day. The rain came and went, wildly.

Somehow i made a recycle walk without getting moist...

Friday was all about getting the money to Deserving persons.

Something else interesting happened that day: as i was walking

on the mall between Sixth & Fifth Avenue, a fellow Afflicted

one [a woman in a small group] called out to me, "Hey, kid."

i responded with my usual & generic,"Hey, there." *joining*

Saterdé was hotly sunny (82°) yet strangely fluid. There were

many customers who came to the Parish, but it wasn't crushing.

And of the ones who came, quite a few brot me beverages [birch

beer, lemonade & iced tea]. that's^ much how it happened.

~slac~^posted as TRIG, to Slacktown Thursday, July 30th, 2oo9

Sunday, July 25th, 2o-1o...such goings=on! The tumult of

turmoil is my milieu. That mondé, the 19th, i entertained

lightly, hotly 'pon the Yard. Kay called me near closing and

caught me up on herself. Yet~if she had talkt a mere ten more

minutes, i wouldn'ta been caught riding in the rain without my

satchel! i doubled back for it. Now, tuesdé, i gathered only

bread from the LUTHERANS, on account of they were serving hot

dogs & baked beans [i haf an Affliction against Bostonian

beans]. It also happened that early evening that the LIBRARY

Neighbourhood Association did a walkabout with the Mayor of the
faer city. For some reason, i received a gifted apple juice

from the Proprietors of the Vietnamese shop [i wandered in with

the Mayor & the Police]. Neighbours walking amongst Neighbours.

WèdnèsDay was weird as well, which is to say, more Unusual

than these othre summer days & Times. i had a small list of

favores to do for MIAMI afore werk, and becos i failt at the

very first othre kindnesses did follo. {Kismet} WE

look out for each othre in the many Regards, but sometimes a

'plan' just doesn't come togethre. Later, a Yard Customer askt

me where the 'fones' went & thinking that He meant fone=boox,

i told him where to go. They were a plastic bagfull of phones!

Thor'sDay was only Thor'sDay when i remembred to trash out.

And Friday was the Replenishment with Justifacation all=to,

visiting my friends at the Market, warshing of my filthy jeans

in the Lord's machine...a fixation on the Fixatifs which must

be accomplisht Afore my next first (1st) dé of Werk.

Saternial Day was super=spexial and superlatif, even iffen it

WAS THE HOTTEST DAMNABLE DAY of the Year. The concierge is

painting like a hausfire AND it's best to schteer clear of his

grand intents. So~i bicycled upwise quite early and directed a

schmall but dedicated crew of Customers. ROSE, the Receptionist

and BOB, her husband came around Two; they found their way back

thru the blockt off entrances to Give me an orange schlushy.

[There's a traffik light going in at my most peripheral left

eye notice of the main road; it curtailed a good many of my

favourite cuddies, i suppose.] It was the turtle who fetcht me

from my oppressif hotness, that evening, AND He even fixated my

conveyance into the trunk of his Cobalt. He had been attending

a grade=school reunion at a girl's haus in Town. Over=more, He

will come back again and again over these week=ends becos He

must attend his fambly. TODD's natural Father just recently

travelled into the bosom of Yeshua...and though my Brothre is

the itinerant Turtle, he travels far & well to complete those

Blessed accomplishments which adhere to his faint, fair Soul.

WE ate like brothres at the ice=cream ristorante--he lightly of

a weiner and me of an especial fine pollo bruschetta con queso

Mozzarella. {it reminded me, his, of the Gratitude luncheon i

had skippt!} In the parking lot across from STALAG twenty=two,

we fixt back the byke for my next dé...The painting of the

rooming haus proceeds apace. i would write of it within the

next Amazing week. ~slac~who~sausages~privately~

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