tove

Tuesday, May 19th, +9...this might could

be the Last primary where i vote of a

certain party afore switching back to

anothre certain party. Yet, acause i haf

been playing in the majors, i can schtill

count my=self as a Super=Voter! [since '88

when i was Young and impressionable...]

I was #39 at my actual polling station, but

i had chances of the day to pass a numbre

of othres. Like the County Centre as i was

downtown & like the Lutheran cherch where

i hold partial membership. *There weren't

no lines at none of them; come on People,

it's not evyday we get to re=elect OR

un=elect a sitting MAYOR.* And on such a

bright dé chust after the mid=May frost?!

BLANCA at the Welfare Department was kind

to help me drop off my papre=werk toward

my case initiator; NOEMI was nice to sell

me some 2¢ schtamps at the post office.

{Would that i had anything good to mail to

anyone} Some=one on the soopline askt one

of the funtionaries about the Menu and he

replied,"Whatever it is, it'll be Warm and

Mushy...just watch out for the Piranhas!"

He was referring to the good people who

Come early to sort thru the offerings of

manna

on the Xian Bread table. {YESHUA is

gratefull that the lambs still come for

the Multiplication of Loaves!} Bless the

bright dé. The library was Closed for the

elexion, and it might could be a Polling

station it=self...so i Meditated briefly

in the Park where IGNATZ GRESSER schtands

his watch. There were children evywhere i

went, learning Life & Liberty & the Pursuit

of Happyness--for such as these^ i Vote in

this participatory Xperiment during the

receding epochal Depression. Future!

~notable~votable~slac~

alaj

TITLE: «Fruits of the Spirit»

WEATHRE: sun comes out, 80°

MOOD: Brightly poor & Poorly bright
MUSIK: country on a portable radio

owned by a soop kitchen Visitor...

NOISE: the conversations of connected

Life, in every place i visited

SOOP: boiling new chicken bones

THOT: «The only thing werse than kiting

a cheque is not having enuf to do it.»

TEXT: What?! it's May (5) already, with all

the concommitant flowry Necessitudes? i

barely & rarely got out of April alive...

HAPPY Cinco de Mayo--i myself was doing

the employment seminar at the Central

Career Centre in the drixxly afternoon.

Thursday, May 7th,+9...a National Day of

Prayer & Maisy's natural berfdé, Youngly.

Amorning, i droppt into the BUSINESS skool

and met MIKE. [he invited me to Admit, but

i was Xploratory] Accidently, around NOON,

i witnesst the beginnings of the Prayer

Service on 7th Avenue...a member of the

CLEAN TEAM gave me a brown bag filled with

Two apples and two oranges. {i have a look}

Lunch at the kitchen consisted of TUNA

sandwiches, green salad, slaw & dessert

with beverages. [the Angels always serve

milk, cold tea & coffee; i take one tea.]

As i finisht my cafeterium, i gave away

one each of my Fruit to a Companion, while

packing a banana and a browny in my bindle.

{There is grand Fellowship in these places,

and shared Mercies all=to; it hurts my

Heart that some children have to receive

their nourishment at these tables} The

sun of G & J continued to peek out as i

made my way to the Liberry. There, i checkt
my 'Growing' resources on the high=schpeed.
[the Page of the career centre And the two
Temp agencies i recently joined...] Then,
i multi=bussed Northwesterly with twists
toward the Corporate centre which hauses
anothre set of Temp agencies. {i tend to do
the FTFs acause i enjoy meeting people and
getting the Lay=of=the=Land} One primary
woman was more than kind to tell me,"WE

have more Clients than Assignments; call

back and keep trying." G Bless her!
It is also a fine thing that i am werking
from Having a situation as i try to acquire
additional Purposes, while so many
Persons are beginning Afresh!
~undiscouragable~slac~

hosk

What a small werld filled with schtrange

wonders! The Somalian pirates did not at

all come to a good end, this time round.

«Crime doesn't pay.» The man who was the

voice of the Phillies collapsed in a boof

in the Columbian District and later went

to that dream=field in the sky; he is, in

his own werds,"outtaHere!" The OBAMA girls

have got their puppy and have named it Bo.

[one more lettre & it woulda had one of my

Names which i share with a departed bassett

hound.] What is a Portugese water dog anyhow?

Does it fetch water OR does it schwim in it?

These^ are awesome and befuddling things.

Tuesdé, Avril 14th, °9...Amorning, i took

a showre to walk in a drixxle. That is, it

is schtill hat and hoody weathre hereabouts.

Thursdé, Avril 16th, °9...i did Not enjoin

the tea party protests for multiple reasons.

(1) my TAXES are already come and gone.

(2) i had to werk--it's a thing with me.

(3) i'm a habitual UnJoiner of fanciful fads

and flavourful redounding Politicle exploits.

It's perfectly fine for othre Citizens to

paricipate in these wondrements & more Power

to them; i prefer to labour quietly in the

groundback

, making small bright Changes.

(4) tea is not a Symbolic beverage for me.

It's like 6th on my list for EITHER drinking

OR tossing into the nearest way=water...

Saturday, April 18th, +9...i got up to much

mischief

yesterdé, most if All of it toward

propre results. It was a lovely day to move

with my Compatriots on the Walley buses.

Aday~it was the most beautifull breexy Yet

shiny=sun Occurence of workingness; that is,

i got schlammed from morning to evening with

ALL the yardwaste that my clients in the

Parish could bring along. Five (5) roll=offs

uberfilled

in the brightness of a Spring dé.

MONICA [my good schweeping partner of auld]

Visited at noon while i 'directed Traffic'

and friend GARY brot me a chocolate shake

with two (2) double cheeburgers at 2:30.

Needles=to=say, i didn't really tune in my

Radidio until the Sun had nearly settled.

Amorro, i'll cherch up somewhere and compose

the week to come...Upward & Onwise. ~slac~

bask

As chilly as it is here and elsewhere,

i take heart of the Redemptif days.

^reposited from two (2) years Agone^

Tuesday, Avril 7th, and9...Aday, i took

my Lunch at the soop kitchen, acause

that^ was where i found my=self. And it

was an enriching experience. Here comes

the prologue: last Fridé, i cleaned up

and walkt in the rain to get a haer=cut.

The barber also schpritzt my wings afore

cutting them, making my sartorial trip

a sort of Baptism. After the grox run,

and later that evening, my outgoing

fone=service was suspended. The 'pooter

makes funny noises when it can't connect.

Saterdé, i rode the J to the Cedar-mall

with my friend who werx at the boxstore.

i chekt my Pressure [114/75p72] at the

grocery

and submitted an Application for

werk to NATHAN. The Yard was both busy

and brutally windy. {sow on the breeze,

reap the whirl=wind} Kay and Harry pickt

me up at closing and toted me to the

Steakhaus for dinner with Maisy and her

man [BabaLoo]. This^ was a grand weekend

for my Sisters to visit, coming as they

did for a form of emotional rescue...

SUN=DAY was the more Perfect time of all

to breakfast at Our favourite greek diner,

to confabulate over my Troubles, to walk

around Turtle's lake and through the Rose

Garten & to dine yet again at anothre of

Our town steakhauses! {comes the Day when

i shall Schpring for meals & BabaLoo won't

grumble of Us being 'in a rut'} Sunshine.

There were also some ballbasket games

going on during the Visitaxn and i am

apologetic

that my nearest Sister misst

some of the Action. «Is it schtill march

madness if it laps over into April?»

Mondé, it flurried fiercely over the

girls' departure and my commute; i tried

Valiantly from the boof to restore my

home=fone. Oddly~it takes a fone to fix

a fone, kinda like it takes a job to get

a job. Life! Profundity! Small miracles!

*pause*

drol

title: "Under the Cliff"

Movie parafrase: GENE WILDER goes to ZERO

MOSTEL,"It's quite possible to make more

money with a flop than a hit...You did it

yourself, but on a very small scale."

Random adages: The one who digs a pit may

very well fall into it. The one who works

with heavy stones must watch that the feet

are not crusht; the worker-of-wood should

be careful of the fingres. Nicer a slice of

bread in a quiet tent than an audacious

feast in a quarreling Mansion. And...the

lowly one is abandoned by the nearest kin,

but the well-to-do abound with friends.

It takes money to lose money. Poverty is

not

ennobling; it's a royal tail pain.

Good news can wait and bad news never

departs. ELO: "Don't Bring me Down"

Thursday, March 19th, °9...so, this is

what it's like to be two (2) months behind

of every=thing! i shoulda learnt this crud

about twenty (20) years ago, when i was

schtill an Adolescent. Alas~i chose freely

to pass thru a more convoluted gate=way.

Friday, March 20th, °9...To=Day was a day.

'Twas fearsome & awesome & begin of spring.

There was an onion schnay when i trundled

uptown to the Credit Union, the County

Government Centre, a staffing agency And

the Library. The werld is filled with ones

like me, struggling mightily to make it

from moment to moment. And on CAT's b'dé

yet. Schtill~the sun came out post NOON

on the People in line for custard & ices.

At 'home' with my bindle, the LandLord was

waiting on the schtoop of his building, to

show

the empty Apartment to a fambly of

three. HE was, and is, justifiably upset

with me for causing him troubles...

{i must schtrap on my Armour & slay all the

dragons in my Path} Amorro, at werk, i will

satisfy

my Customers, fill the Dumpsters®

and Make right All the things which once

went wrong. [QUANTUM LEAP^] ~slac~

dibs

OLA Jernals Comment Added Alert
[circa March 17th, +8]
Commence to the Jernal:
Slack Back Mack--the log, 'vert'
Comment from: sunflowre
"So much to celebrate in Mack World.
Happy, Happy! Smooches...Kat"
i must up=catch on birfdés & anniverts:
One of my girl=cousins has a lovely boy
of March 7th. HAPPY HAPPY year along^
His^ first cousine ROCKY adds maturity
on the 8th. Come the 18th, TANIA will
fête CAPSIZER on nine (9) years married.
Day after that^, JAY scantly approaches
his middling age...yet, after my Xample,
he's probly none too set for it! {Brave!,
little one~evybody Lives way too long}
Cat has her own Spexial Day on the 20th,
and i must buss her fervently Then.
~Palm-Waving slac~anticiple Reposit^

Tuèsdé, March 3rd, °9...but by the Bells

and bunting i could tell the Bishop was

gone. [they buried him Norf of here afor

that big schnow.] My own beard had grown

too byzantine for me, so i shaved off

the pitiful burn=sides. A neat goatee,

presently. And altho Today was fiercely

cold, i saw a score of Robins. {That's

the beard & berd Report in One} Sunny!

Binding begins with 'b'...my taxes are

all done up yet awaiting release. Over

a barrel and fitted for one as well as

all my best buddies~Bosoms! i shoulda

gotten bonded when the first BUSH was

bendable. [both my Progenitors warned

me of such things, when we shared beds

and boards and Advocacy] Bothre!

What are we to do Now that PAUL HARVEY

cannot tell us the "rest of the story"?

Watch the round=ball up to the bonnie

brisket, i believe. But--beware the

ides of mars, especially if You are

Brutish. i am but a captif captain...

~slac~

pats

Fridé, February 17th, °6:

Glower forgets to send Valentines;

Doesn't get any Either. Apologies!

And that's^ the slac=news, mostly.

THOT:"i'd live in a trailer if the

Administration weren't hoarding them."

Saterdé, February 18th, °6:

[smaller & smaller things] Hold the

best & shred the rest~archivoslac

Happy Presidents' dé! 02/18/08:

Billy Blythe is honour=bound to Vote for

his bride when the Convention comes;

'twould be embarrassing to go before

anothre grand jury claiming,"I did not

Vote for that woman." *opinion*

Amorro, i shall trim my [beard] and start

simmering bones for Chicken=Soop!

^edited Reposits^

"The past is prologue, plus it's over."

02/19/2009~

mood: rising Bright out of hiberness

menu: chili grits with honey Moka...

mindset: a fierce & fearful determining

musique: Bo Diddley & Carole King, ishpod

meteory: wickedly windery in wintre

meandre: to banques & thru the market

method: to help a limping man into a car

moment: i catch my feet in mid=walk...

measure: fathoms by featherings, underly

message: Altho it is cold and breezily

Woeful, the Schpring is not far off at all!

i saw my first ROBIN on my way to werk last

Saterdé and even two (2) of them Today.

Yet, there are also GULLS flying against

the wind over certain gasless Petrol pumps.

Can the Chippies ground under much longer?

i doubt it. {my Faith of the new werld is

similarly Guarded} These are the Conditions

which Prevail. Also~the NATURE of humanity

might awaken to the sunnier Days even 'tho

the Forest trees are holding tight to their

Leaves. These, too, shall be released in

good favour & the Flowres will bud forth...

~epivernal~slac~