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}
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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 one...no 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~