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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}

TITLE:

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~

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Monday, June 23rd, oh=eight...what will we do without GEORGE CARLIN to point out our

collectif Ridiculosity? i spose we'll manage. The bus was not crowded todé but the AC

was icy cool. At least on the inbound. The chippy saw me off in the woods for the

outbound. [it ate the carrot i gave it but left the celery alone] My neighbours in unit #2

are Young & bright. Iffen the wind dies down and the rivers settle, i believe it's gonna

be a good summer. Happy Joy, Turtle! ~tannable slac~

Thursday was productif and lucky...a room near the library

was Discovered. For dinner, we attended an event called Taste

Of The Market. This [Friday] morning, The Engineer arose just

before me and gave BLADE yet another driving lesson; HE^ later

let me drive the black beauty all over the Walley on our perfect

mission to fetch me a Room. i signed the paperwork at Four.

Amorro [Tuesday, the Third, And7], marks my independence

day. It's the first Anniversary of the big move from HANE's Hovel

to [the four=banger]. And what a great Year it's been! i wouldn't

trade a Moment of it for a winning lottery ticket [not quite true].

Over=more, no grand pianoes have yet fallen on this faer head. So,

i'm gonna watch the Fire=werks from the Athletik fields on Wèzné

and pray thereafter to my own fierce G that i continue to thrive on

the parapet of my choice. i know the meaning of Liberty; all those

would=be terrawrists should taste it once and CUT THE CRUD!

^MIXT MEDIA> TITLE: the further continuing Aventures of

Booey the bicycling bag=boi

MOOD: mildly pisht at the entire werld...Hey! i'm through

with the fuggle suffering already much yet. Then, peace

PRESSURE: 123/79p85 on june 26th & 126/80p80 on july 3rd

WEATHRE: sticky warm--then nice--droughty again this week

MUSIK: ishpod from genie yields, POLICE, RAY CHARLES, THE

MAGICAL MYSTERY TOUR, BECK, PINK FLOYD & KANSAS...amix

SOOP: behind of it, but CHICAGO gave me many chicken legs

OCCUPANCY: 85%, as JERSEY is in Florida with his gal

BEARD: five colours, trimmed, thin, bristly & barely there

MEMORIAL: DICK HENRY, the fambly farmacist, Viewing Tuesday

THOT: it'll take me all of the move to catch up to myself,

yet i remembre the same thing happening just three years ago.

TEXT: i'll haf to reset from having a bicycle and all the

othre crud that's happened recently.

Independence Day Sundé, July Fourth, 2o1o...i went to

the reading of the DECLARATION at the cherch where the

bell was hid, and all i got was this cheap tri=cornered

hat. Which is to say, that it was more than worth the

ride to Zion to participate in the liberate festivities!

[Rocinante rested out=side the cherch, unmolested, from

ten till two.] Plus+, it was good to be out of the Sun.

Mondé, the 28th of June was a favoured favourable dé Whence

i acquired the cyclocomputre from CAT that her boyfriend had

Found at his recycling centre!? By Wèzné, i was reading twenty

(20) functions on the bike like a mad professional Rider.

{For the record, i am a schpinner NOT a plunger} Yet~it's yust

a little box to look after my schpeeds and mileage; i added

the bell to warn walkers that i drife like an Italian. Forget

the tour de france, i've been watching Wimbledon! *schport*

Come to think on't~doing the Zion ukey communion was bettre

than looking at fire=werx, this year. Tuesday, July 6th, 2o1o:

altho it was a very schteamy morning, i made it to the Viewing

for the fambly farmacist who took care of: Hane, Mack, me [some]

AND the werld's nastiest diabetic cat, Boogerag. {from the

Service i gleaned that RICHARD HENRY was a fambly farmacist to

everyone in that Neighbourhood} Then i pedalled back to the frat

[bunkhaus is too long a werd] to secure the front office. *pant*

Of Yesterdé, i can say much. The COUNTY facility was closed, along

with Administraxn, Publik Werks and the library. It was hardly

werth it for me to go to werk in the blistery heat...yet i hadn't

been called off of it! [Independence Day is ever a fickle break.]

Much as i abhor shortening my own cheque, i bagged werk at three.

There were nearly no cuddies and the bins were flowed=over. What

more OR else could i do while my Yard thermometre rèad 102°f?

[for note, my readings of Pressure at the halfwé up were 111 over

80 pulsing 69.] The only thing werse in bike=riding than a head

wind IS a hot head=wind. Over=more, i thank goodness for the A/C

provided in the frat for All the guests who haf schtrength to

use it Judiciously. By Way of closing, AND to schtay true to the

ideals of Pyramidal [Masonic?] journalism...i'll publish these

boring schtatisticle numbres i gathered from my Trip up=hill this

last Saterdé--in forty-two minutes & seventeen seconds, i pedalled

five point seventy-six miles. {it was Leisurely} My average speed

was eight and one quarter miles per hour; my maximum schpeed was

sixteen and three quarters MPH. My averaged pulse was 115; my

greatest heart=rate was 155 [*see the lowest resting rate of sixty

nine abof^]. For comparison~my best down=hill ride from werk to

the frat is thirty five minutes wheel=by=wheel, door=to=door...

i cannot wreck the black bolt [Rocinante] for she is a gift AND i

dasn't Severe my=own=self on account of Gracious Mercies! i adhere

to All the NEWTONIAN & Quantum Laws. ~avincibleslac~