BUNT

Hurrah & Hurrah...

the weathre nearly fits the

season. [ball=base season,

that is.] Plus+, more water

around these parts we do

not need. Sun=shine!

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Yesterday, the werk was

fair to moderate. It's nice

to catch up with the old

codgers...with both good

news & bad. id est, Carl had

a great cruise thru the Panama

Canal [the trip, i believe, the

old man was apposed to take

with his darling daughters]

while Morrie, my nearest

neighbor to the yard, had to

send his wife to the same home

on the same day as i was

lighting a candle for Hane.

She, Shirley, has Alzheimer's.

{yet anothre horrible disease

that starts with the Letter A.}

My buddy Curt also showed up

to swap stories; he's over 80.

Yes, alltogethre not that bad.

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Last night i got IMPed by a

twelve=year=old girl...or at

least that's how she described

herself. How embarrassing for

me to have such young fans!

G bless her, i hope she doesn't

make a habit of contacting

old men over the Inter=Web;

it could be troublesome.

'Nuf said^

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TO=DAY was even more

interesting. I was forced by

democratic habit to walk past

the cathedral with all its black

bunting...apparently, someone

important died in Rome this

week. [see previous entry]

I don't zactly amember the

bunting for John Paul I,

altho i certainly was around

for that one. Also, we have a

bishop buried just outside the

Baptistry. How many people

can say that as they go to Vote

in a special election?

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The machine was not reset.

This was the first time i had to

ask for help at the voting boof.

And only three choices! Good

thing I'm not in the collegium

of Cardinals. Vote Anyway!

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The tax=girl is finished with me

for the time being; that's a

good thing. Altho it struck me

funny when the Receptionist

asked me for identification...

[wait 4 it>] The returns i was

collecting were for no less than

two dead people. Would that it

were not so, and me so slow on

the take=up! Such a century to

have so many ghosts in it.

{WE laff until we cry^}

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There was a strange man at

the Laundromat. He sat at the

table with me, muttering to

him=self just at the point of

hearability. Fortunately, and

habitually, i had a book to read.

He shoulda had a fone=cell.

I will pray that he soon finds a

real person to talk with...and

that i shall not soon acquire his

endearing, yet disturbing Habit.

What else?

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Ordinary/Extraordinary in

Simultaneity! Spring fevre^

And me a slight Wanderer and

observateur of such...

Tuesday, April 05, 2005^

Twas ever thus & just a Thing.

lata ~slac