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Friday, July 27th, and7...There i was, sitting in my Parish boof, monitoring the coming and going of my customers, when i felt tiny feet on my left shouldre.  i reached inside my polo=shirt and brusht against an insect.  {i have the very sensitif skin and am quite Averse to having miniscule creatures crawl upon me; Hescha! i can hardly stand the laundry tag}  i only hope i'll be forgiven some=day for extinguishing this exoskeletal life=form...That's^ a Bug report. The Turtle is gathering his belongings & preparing to head west=wise.  NEVADA is calling. An engineer without a Project is like a Wide Knight without filosofy.  OR sumpin' like dat^. The black beauty is sure to carry him far & well...Twas=ever=Thus.  No, really--the beetle shreiked. ~slac~

^a parallel reposit^ History do re=peat.

Tuesday, July 29th, °8...Und schpeaking of yet more tiny animals i have come to know: i was sitting upon the granite schteps of the protestant cherch where i wait for the bus, when a small grey blur dasht across the seam of the riser and disappeared into the foliage to my right. [i barely had time to jump up onto my sheet=kicker boots, like a Cartoon!]  It was a CHERCHMAUS! Altho i am cat=like, it was swift and i saw it no more. [the baby robin had had the same luck in not being caught by my dextrous talons, days ago.]  i take it as a sign from G that my Fortunes are turning, that soon i will no longre suffer from the poverty of pocket which is spoken of in cliché.  «Poor as a cherch-maus»

There are greater, more terrible & wondrous things Happening in the werld, for sure, but i'll settle my=self this month to observe the myriad creatures as they scurry Fervently in the collectif Life. it's a Zen thing. AND~simmer my ham=bean soop in the pot that LIZ gave me. Presently*preservedly~slac~