mono

PUXXLE: 100% perfect, but only

this very last one i recycled

SOOP: i'll have to buy some

ingredients for the next one

TITLE: Bivouac de Baraque

MOOD: somewhat refresht

MUSIK: Zappa Spears Who Waits

[new schtuff on the Ishpod]

WIDEO: learning the new cable

WEATHRE: cool & misty now,

but we had a really nice run!

THOT: «it's easy to Conquer a

place that's there. The trick is to

go to a place that's not there.»

TEXT: Men Land on Moon!

Cronkite reports. It don't seem like

forty (40) years ago, but that's the

way it was. i was camping then

and i'm camping now. There was a

small black & white television set

mounted high on the wall of the

canteen. It was rarely if ever used

while the campers were there...too

much othre schtuff going on. We

did have movies in that Venue;

they were screened with a real

projector. But on this night--the

entire contingent of residents was

gathered to watch a fuzzy white

blob of a man bouncing off an

equally fuzzy ladder to alight on a

grey dusty faraway surface...Luna.

{the irony of it only occurs to me

now: Neil and 'Buzz' would schpend

their night on the moon; we campers

were overnighters of a smaller kind}

Me? i only liked the cantina because

i could purchase milky way® bars.

Michael Collins? He was the Valet.

July 20th, °6...it was two (2) days

after settlement on Hane's hovel.

Around Noon, i carried this huge

cheque to my bank, deposited ALL

of it & cut four (4) certifies to my

favourite brothres and sisters [two

of each]. Twenty minutes later, all

the shares were in the mail. {it had

crosst my mind during the trial, to

cash the big cheque and roll around

in the filthy papre before sending it}

Lizard & cousin Steve visited me

later that evening and i bot them

dinner at the five-point steakhaus.

Funny~i didn't feel at all rich.

July 2009...it wasn't at all long ago

that MAISY askt me,"You do like

living with People, don't you?" What

a large filosofical question! i suppose

it would depend on the 'people'. As

it is--i very much like the people i'm

Living [camping] with now. And i've

always been perfectly happy to meet

schtrangers and make them into

friends. {do i have charm? and is it

natural OR cultivated?} These are the

days and Times for it, what with my

new VOTER card & my open food

stamp file. OH! and the vanity in

our upstairs bath--no more shaving

in the kitchen for this vagabond.

~slac~

byke

«To Serve Man» by the Cannamids...

The Sun=Day after Independence day,

i rode my bicycle to cherch. But i got

there too early at first & too late at

last! Never mind~my Pastoress allowed

me to have some cake and coffee for the

cruise back into Town. Somehow, i found

a free newspaper in the trash near a

small groxery schtore! The black cherry

soda i had cost me 35¢. After stowing the

bike in my 'room', i walkt to the ART

MUSEUM. {this^ is also a religious act}

Later, i poppt into a raucous Spanish

service on Tenth Avenue. Big musica...

At six, i fell in with the closest

Presbyterians; we sang and studied one

of the Psalms. At GRESSER PARK [anothre

cathedral] while the brass band played

i bumpt into my exercising sister, Cat.

She is now mostly caught up on my most

recent camping adventures. Mild.

Altho i waited diligently for my regular

bus on Monday at Tenth Avenue, i was

spirited to werk by friend and customer,

BOB. Acause of the current wonderful

weathre, the Yard was mobbed for most of

the day. Nice night to walk as well.

Tuesday--You haven't lived until you've

shaved in the kitchen sink using a steel

pot cover for a mirror! The lunch pantry

was well attended but the salisbury steak

was very tough. Blueberry pie made up for

that. i bussed to the career centre and

tweaked my résumé. {to think of all the

address & fone numbre changes i have yet

to make} On Wednesday, drifer JOHN showed

me how to attach the bicycle to the bus.

He gave me a gold star when i unhitcht it

at my werk stop. MAISY was kind to call

me near the end of Business and update

me on her brother=in=law's progress at

the Houston hospital; his cytoreduction

apparently went quite well. Prayer!

i rode the bike 'home' in 53 minutes.

[it's mostly downhill from the Parish

into Town.] Xilerating and not at all

hazardous. Thursday was anothre gorgeous

day to walk & ride, eat Sloppy Joes, run

a small laundry, attend an ART Reception

AND meet a new upstairs roomy. He is not

much happy to be in transition, but he

is a pleasant Fellow. "Drama, Drama"

Friday, i gathered my rent from the bank

and the credit union, scored the needed

money ordre AND just missed the charity

van at the old Place. Mere moments! It

turns out to be just as well~cause JEFF

has people interested in the remaining

detritus. {i'll miss that dark mirror

and Hane's final chest of drawers...}

That evening i finisht some ancient

chicken soop and chekt out Mike's bingo

on Tenth and the Mall. No Mike. Some

days are just like that. ~slac~