fase

Weathre: cloudy cool, not as nice as Saterday

Mood: aristocratic, sans the wealth

Music: track sixes on the ishpod

Thot: «Cars i can handle; it's these othre bikers and

skaters which drife me crasy»

TITLE: Two Pedals At A Time...

And under=foot, like the onion snow.

~theTaxableyetRelaxableslac~

^Reposit: [edited]

Friday, March 23rd, and7...a cool & rainy dé...

it's been three hundred and sixty-six (366) days

since we turned over the green ghost to our

friend, Jack Black. She is eminently [gone].

Of the hovel i don't know much, except that

there is a [garden] on the porch and a very

red front door. ...Ownership is for them

who don't already have hobbies.

Fambly! it's good to have them close At hand.

A comment has been posted to the Journal:

Slack Back Mack--the log

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Comment from: gdireneoe

"(((Slac))) As ever...intelligencia and engata. ;) C."

Thursday, March 26, +9...[edited 2 future]

TITLE: «These Reposits Are Rewritten!»

TEMP: around the fifties (50s), but breexy, chilly

MOOD: editorial, sunny with screenblock

NOISE: Spanglish & Gullah, with swear=werds

OCCUPANCY: full, 100% + a haus=guest

PRESSURE: 119/78p71

WIDEO: Daily Show, women's schports, Being Erica

SCRIP: «Death, where is Thy sting? Where is Thy

victory?» -Paul of Damascus, to Corinth

HAER: lightly bearded with short baldingness

THOT: «i shoulda took up HomeEc in high skool.»

Text: todé, i found anothre roosevelt Dime in

my Path...Regardless=of=much~i find the Ones who

care for me are close to hand, including also

NANCY, my Supervisor, who granted me more

werk...and JEFF, my room=leaser, who has the

great Patience to hold me fast while thinking

of replacing the roof tiles which blowed off

during this windy Wintre! *Blessings*

Amorro, i rescue my Tributes Plus anothre

ten (10) Mercies that pre=sent on Time...

~bindable, bondable slac~

modern [Friday, March 26th, 2010] text: i would

Memorialise ROBERT CULP for his fine career on film

and television...i liked him most as the Government

Agent in GREATEST AMERICAN HERO. i also have to

pay tribute to a local woman, artists' model, patron of

the Arts & fine character...BARBA-DEL. (only one name

is needed for those of us who loved her.) it's a funny

thing but i had seen more of her recently, though i've

known her maybe twenty years. Both to Paradise!

Last saterdé, i got slammed at the Yard on account

of the b'ful weathre. Couldn't get anothre stick on...

But it rained on Monday causing ROSE to give me an

umbrella that's been 'lying around' the reception area

for almost nine (9) years. Perhaps~it's truly mine.

Wednesday, it was just nice enuf to carry the bicycle

with me to werk. It was also a very safe ride back to

the bunkhaus with my lighting system. {it's true You

never forget how to ride~but Your muscles do!}

Yes, i filled out my CENSUS and sent it in [this seems

to happen every ten years]. And speaking of Pennsy

PolyTryx, which the senses counts: i find it disingenius

for candidates to criticise the incumbents for the recent

Health Reform. Because 'they' weren't in the fight. One

might as well make even broader statements [and law

suits] about not dropping the first A=Bomb OR getting

out of Viet Nam before Kent State?! Just a thot.

There's a lot more to write on a cold day...but i gotta

get this crud to the Library and post it vaguely, badly.

Oh! MIAMI's girlfriend is cooking for the haus and

warshing the bulk of the dishex; i'm not gonna be the

one to send her Away. ~likeable*bikeable slac~

klok

secret: i'm already eating corned

beef, that's how irish i am.

Title: Dimes From Heaven

Mood: brightening, agile

Music: ishpod, Garrison Keillor (?!)

Soop: home=made Chicken Potato

Puxxle: su doku, most often

Futurific Reposit: [edited]

Wednesday, March 19th, °8...nearly

three (3) years later & just as wet!

WILY WILLY WISITS WALLEY: i am one

of the fortunate vagabonds who meandered

into that west=end COLLEGIATE BASKETBALL

arena where BILLY BLYTHE gave a speech

in favour of his wife, while reminiscing

wistfully about his own Term in Office.

Almost A Year Ago: Monday, March 16th, +9...

On my way to werk Saterdé, i found a

dollar on the pavement outside the grox

schtore. And as much as i wanted to cram

it in my own pocket, i lookt around and

askt after two women if they'd lost one.

Sure enuf, the woman just getting into

her auto had droppt it. Honesty--i'll haf

to keep cultivating it for the time being.

Modern Times: Thursday, March 11th, 2o-1o...

Lately i've been finding dimes in the schtreet,

four in one week! {is it becos they are so much

smaller and lighter than pennies to lose?} It was

nice enuf Sunday to take the bicycle out for a

schpin; it'll be awhile until i get back into the

habit of riding it regularly, daily. That night,

there was a wonderful party in Honour of ROCKY's

birfdé at the delicatessen inside the casino. WE

were nine funny people [Honoree, Father, Mother,

Grandmother, Brother, Uncle and three friends] to

our lovely Waitress, SHERI. It was quite schpexial.

{altho i nearly forgot my go=box of corned beef}

The Yard is filling up with regulars, building

toward the frenetics of the Full season. As ever,

they are happy to see me, schtill holding forth in

my cozy boof. At the bunkhaus, meantime, the lovely

Kenyan woman moved to anothre place AND the Concierge

replaced her with a male tenant from one of his othre

buildings. [his^ room is getting a mild up=grade.]

Out=of=doors? Small flowers! Squirls looking for their

nuts! The chirps [and 'tweets'] of retourning birds!

i hope i can remembre to set my clock forward on

Saterday night. ~slac~

svd2

For the evening when the Schnow came, i moppt the floor and

cookt a pound of capellini. {Which is a good thing allto}

Glower forgets to send Valentines; Doesn't get any Either Apologiæ

I have an almost perfect picture in my mind of Mac looking after lost

kitties in the after=life, and his Wife judging all the angelic pups before

her...when the both of them aren't busy Interceding for souls!

Happy Saint Valentine's Day, Part Two: That^ was the scmall schnay

which caused me to cut out early from werk last Saterdé...there was a

Greater One in the offing. Yes, i did watch that ballfoot game where

the SAINTS went marching in [and grappled for an onside kick].

It was the most excellent TACO SALAD which was served Tuesday,

of which i doubled up AND also took away a small package of donuts

[this^ afore the shriven Tuesdé]. Like many of the afflicted ones, i

spent more time in the Library. Wednesdé was the Great snow=day,

with Emergencies being posted in many boroughs & townships, with

buses not running at all as the flakes collected...building and burying

each other into Night-Time. Plus+, it was mighty cold as well. It

troubled me greatly to take the whole shift off, 'tho CHICAGO went

into his new werk and made good Time. JERSEY stayed ahome with

me & MIAMI came back to the hostelry after only four (4) hours.

{none of us bunkies can afford to lose time nor money} And it was

a mighty mess in the schtreets of the Walley, for sure. Wintry...

Friday found me traversing the schluschy schnowbanks from Place

to Place--trying to set my taxes aright, gleaning scant Cash for the

weekly rent AND walking as a bundled man from snowpile to snow

pile. Saterdé was a recovery in part of Lost hours and a welcome

visit from the engineer who currently werx on that plant which had

a significant accident. He^ gathered me up, with his own children,

to repast at one of those moderately priced franchise restaurants. It

was the most magnificent of Rides on a chilling February night, with

him=self asking if i was 'ready for the Visitation of the siblings' [my

Sisters & their mighty men]. i nodded my affirmatif Preparedness

acause my own girls have hardly ever knockt me down during Lent!

WE shall see what we shall see--and the week will out.

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

measure: fathoms by featherings, underly

message: Altho it is cold and windedly Woeful, Schpring

is not far off at all! --end part Two, final-- *slac*

hsvd

I have been amazed by the length & breadth of official condolences

showered upon me by functionaries...and only slightly offended by their

question,"Are you the surviving spouse?" It's like a double bolt of irony~

that, altho i did good things for a grand old gal, Her natural husband departed

her more days than 7 years ago. Then, strangely, i feel like a young pharoah

of Egypt when i admit,"I Am the Sun." Moses his=own=self didn't have such

offhanded queries! And He gave us the LAW and the seeds of prophecy!

OY~Vay. 2-7-5

Monday, February Fifth, And7...it may, in future, be posited & argued

that the Engineer & i went on our Southern Sojourn to escape the troubles

of our own Town & Time--yet it is not true! We carried them with us &

greeted them again 'pon our Retourn.

Title: perfect passage...

Thursday, February 8th...it was an honour for us to carry him down,

Blade & Todd, George & Joe, the engineer and me. Blade read from

WISDOM, the engineer from ROMANS. Cat sang,"You'll Never Walk

Alone". We were a well=gathered fambly. And 'tho it was a bittercold day,

We were warmed by the werds of YESHUA: "I am the Way, the Truth

and the Life; he that believeth on me shall have life everlasting."

~brotherbearingslac~ ^posted as WIND to the WEB^

Thursday, February Forth, Twenty-Ten...there was a conveyor system

built up at the Food Pantry and the collection of pallets went Quickly.

Later, for MIAMI, i shoppt at the schtore for sugar and Ice Cremes,

butter and Peroxide...holding cinquo pesos in Abeyance for my errand.

Friday, February Fifth, Twenty-Ten...Death & Taxes...i wandered well

toward the MORAVIAN haus of worship, ostensibly to advantage my

body of doing the taxes in their common room; Yet i could not manage

to squeeze myself in! Astead, i will do them this coming Friday [L willing].

Everhow~there was a wonderful funeral service for my Friend and

customer, BOB. {WE have lost a lot of fine Souls in the coldness: the

Father of REBA, who sold jackpots at the bingo...RENE, who was a folk

singer during those same days...reclusif author J.D. SALINGER...} it was

a surprise to BLAIR the Pastoress that i attended--i informed her of my

connectedness to the body reclining. [NB: Bob was a survivor of the

battle for Iwo Jima] For the evening that the schnow was coming, i moppt

the floors & cookt a pound of capellini.

*close of Part One* ~slac~

suma

"plot" [edited] with addixional material>>

And yet, and yet. Cold bears down & the schnow is coming.

Days to accomplish, nights to rest~What else is there?

It was a cold & snowy day. [HANE] was lowered by two nice

gentlemen--I was glad to meet them. ^reposited from and5^

My Pop continues to molecularly reassemble betwixt the

BAFFIN BAY and the GANGES DELTA--with scant ionised

visits in the form of Rain.

Friday, January 16th, zed9--sometimes you land on the

run=way, sometimes you ditch in the Hudson and all hands are

Saved. This was a New Year, New York miracle and a brightshine

of good news in a season of bad news coverage.

~cold=snap surviving~slac~

Friday, January 18th, 2008 [edited]:

Tuesday, January 30, 2007--From January 2nd through

January 23rd, TURTLE and i made an extensif road=trip

to see relatifs we have [rarely] visited--

I've tried to thank him along the Way for carrying me on

his quest--and letting me drive so much on the Highways.

But, i suppose after twenty=one Days on the Road, he

already knows the truth. More=over, as i was the one who

drove his black beauty up to those relatif doors--wouldn't

they suspect that i was the Pilot?

Wednesday, January 31, 2007--i wandered over to osteo

today but [Cat's Dad] had been released Yesterday! Oh,

well, i like to visit hospitals randomly any=how. Also, i paid

my rent for February; now all i have to do is raise anothre

[amount] for the First of March. It's gonna be tight,

no bout adoubt it. And such a cold month too--so far from

Florida. My ham soop is all put up now--

who's up for more time=travel? Voiçi~

Thursday, July 31, 2003

here we are

Loopy Amy Grant

Well now~here we are. I've been writing journals for many

years, so why not try the beta and go for broke. Did i say Loopy?

It's just a thing. It's all an experiment to me and i get to do

it just before my awol runs out.

Ladies and Gentlemen, children of all ages--

HERE WE ARE and as a poet and artist i can only say that things

will only get more interesting after this Moment.

The Slackster shouts out his Regards to any and all true

wonderful persons who visit the site of good things and thots.

If this is the introduction Then imagine the possibilities!

'I will remember you' by Amy Grant is what I'm listening to

right now. And i should leaf it there 'becos Music is also a

passion of mine and there is no better way to sign off than [with]

a good song. More and better later luvtheluv

slac=logger

This entry has 6 comments:

#6 Comment from sk8rlew:

3/31/04 4:19

I came to see how you started your journal

Entry Author slacbacmac:

3/8/04 3:56

SPACE/TIME: i so much the young when

i write this. Helps 2 haf a time=machine

[aahhh---memories]~Author

#4 Comment from floralilia:

3/3/04 10:52

thought i would take a walk back in time--.

how wonderful is this?

#3 Comment

from Author slacbacmac:

11/30/03 6:11

the Tao te Ching exposits,"one must become like the unhewn

log, as fresh as the ruddy infant." There=for, a compliment

2 be in infancy, a goal 2 be unhewn.

#2 Comment from grandmumsy08:

11/20/03 12:17

I decided to visit your infancy.

Whereas my posts get worse, yours get better.

this i think might have something to do with gender.

I may be wrong.

grandmumsy

and there you go^

^posted as jklm to the inter=web, mood: Nostalgic

while mourning Bobby [Fischer] & Suzanne [Pleshette]^

Tuèsdé, January 20th, +9--

i shall fondly regret, someday, that i did

not join three million (3,000,000) people

in the cold capital for the Installation of

the fo'ty=fo'th President. But i can tell

all my friends that i had the ring=side seat

via that tele=video thang. Thanx, C-Span.

--As for the remainder of the GATHERINGness,

i join in their Joy of the wondrous moment.

They is my bruddas & sistas, all one percent

of them--witnessing dreamlike History.

Amorro will be Bright i am certain, after

the gracious Partay. Peaceful transition,

and VOTE in the next elect~slac~

^publisht as join to Slacktown^

Sunday, January 17th, 20-10--the Concierge/Hotelier is

surely a force of Nature. He has removed the non-working

clothes warsher AND waxt the folloing floors: the sunroom

[where the 'kitchen sink' is], the shunky [water closet]

and the kitchen [where the range is]. It was a minor

upheaval for the bunkies. While i was at the colonial

cherch, a pretty young thing named CHRISTINE askt me if

i was going to come back. "I'm sure I will,"i said.

{it just mayn't be each and every Sunday, consistently}

Nomenclature! The haus is at full capacity with full

employment, i.e., everyone has a job of some duration. It

occurred to me recently that i could Name all the roomies

by geografical distribution, so here goes: The frontman

could be called MIAMI from his city of origin. Roomy#2

can be signified JERSEY and the woman we rarely see

downstairs might answer to CARIBE [she's an island girl].

Roomy#5 could rightly be named CHICAGO while the newest

resident fair lady seems to be an ALGERIA [French African].

i'll use these Names for awhile until i think of bettre

ones. {G forbid i should use Real and Xian titles on a

public glow} They might refer to me as The NATIVE.

Tuesday, i walkt my bicycle into the nearest cherch

cellar where, aprés Matins, SCOTT filled both tires with

aer. After which~both tires deflated again at odd rates.

That was the Day i luncht at the Soop Kitchen only to

acquire Crumb Coffee Cake for MIAMI...who cleaned the whole

haus kitchen around the breakfast Hour. After my ham bean

lunch, i Visited the ART SKOOL and remembered to submit my

Food Schtamp Survey to the provincial assistance Office.

Wednesday night, after a cold and lonely day of GreenWerk

on the Parish Yard, i fixt myself a handful of K=dogs.

That was also the morning that i trimmed my wild and woolly

wintre beard. {i'll soon tire of clipping and shave her down

to schmooth wigga skin} The beard itself doesn't warm me.

It was yust me and the Pastor on Thursday, and he allowed

me to tote in the bike [only one tire had flattened]. Later,

i wandered all=round town for nearly nothing...CHICAGO had

the bettre day of it, finding and securing his new job. IT

was Xactly what i'd been praying over since he first askt

me to score him sanctified water from my cherch of Origin.

{there is invisible threads on each Horizon} Aday, after

the Litany, SCOTT fixt both my bike=tires for good & all.

One became patcht and the other was tube replaced [that

leak was on the schtem]. i owe him much for being such a

good WHEELMAN to the Presbytry, as othres do as well. My

ham soop is nearly finisht from neglect Acause JERSEY coox

most wonderful chicken evry Night [fried OR rotisserie].

Imagine my Life iffen i had not hadn't to've Moved into the

Heart of Town! i might could've been setting scarce and

lonely on that high hill so near to Columbian Knights...

without a maus to look after as it runs between the homes.

But now~i am improving Community by being ever present.

A city without limits? Maybe. ~utilisable~slac~

frio

My wintre=beard is trimmed and the FrontMan has gifted me an

insulated groxery bag. What othre wonderments may occur?

~vocable slac~ ^posted as smax to slacktown & spacemy^

Lutheran coffee...Episcopalian flowres...Soop 4 roomy#2

Tonight, i shall dream of Miracles. 29 December, and4

Thot: "There's a fine=line between Cooking and wholesale

Destruction."

Title: Wintre Only Lasts So Long

Mood: slightly chilled but delighting in the wintre wondreland

Food: pork und sauerkraut mit mein sister=in=law [1-1-10]

Noise: Thriller, All Things Must Pass, Dave Brubeck [ishpod]

Vision: Beautiful time! Yet~where did the 'ands' go? it's 2o-1o...

Text: Who's to say who's on and who's off? i droppt in on my

Supervisor yesterdé and she told me i was to have normal hours

throughout the year. Great news! Altho, the sign on my gate still

reads of curtailed Days and Times. {i'll haf to cast back my app

for unemployment which the Keystoners can't afford anyway}

On New Year's Day, the hotelier came through & thoroughly

cleaned the common areas. A fresh start. The feast at CAT's

haus was also a grand Beginning, what with the porkloin and

cookt sauerkraut, freshly masht potatoes, kielbasas & squash.

{i almost could not finish my piece of Jane's strawberry and

rhubarb cake} Let's not forget the applespice wine and leaded

coffee. Up=the=full we seven (7) ate while amateurs schlept.

On Sunday [1-3-1o], i cookt a ham dinner for four with the

twenty pound ham which the Frontman received as a holiday

bonus. [He had said,"You Americans make a good ham dinner."]

My sides were simple and hearty: boiled quartered red potatoes

with fresh parsley, simmered green beans and garlic bread. The

bunkies enjoyed it completely...altho there is much meat overleft.

{i may never get Portly until i learn to make desserts.}

Enuf about masticating while the bittre, brutal, windy Arctic cold

bites into January like a fierce beast! The water=bottles in my

boof were frozen solid when i got to werk Yesterdé; and bundled

in my bindle i was more than fortunate to receive a 'tote home'

from one of the Public Werkers. [The very man who placed that^

shack on its cozy corner of Our werld] Yet, as cold as is, i dress

for the Weather as my Father taught me--layer upon layer and

covered up from top to toes like a walking talking mattress!

Aday, amorning, WE were eight (8) at AnteCommunion folloed

by a right-leaning roundtable of modern Occurences. {i gently

reminded the Pastor that there is an 'ess' at the end of the Name

of a certain prominent Golfer} My laundry is most done, especially

the good thermals from my Sister. Days are actually lengthening.

And othre schtuff~slac~