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~

rung

Friday, January 30th, +9...

Where does the continuum go? There's

gonna be some kinda big game on SunDay

already again once. i may watch it in

bits & pieces Acause the PRESIDENT is

a schteelers fan. Mondé will mark a firm

hash=mark for the Colonel; it's a numbre

of decades between two (2) and nineteen

(19) which he's been gracing the Earth.

{somewhere in the OT it is said,"The day

of a person's birth is not notable, but

the day of their demise is of report."}

The PATRIARCH=in=law [babaloo] had his

celebration Yesterdé...so i owe him a

Happy Happy message. id est, i shoulda

coulda woulda oughten to have done some

thing Nice for him while he was Visiting

just last week=end! He'll forgif me of

it anaconda i am an embryonic up=schtart

AND he, like the Colonel, is a Pillar of

the Fambly. {Mothers form us into Hearts

and souls; Dads fill in the bones & guts}

What? me? parentheticle? Parish the thot.

PUNXSATAWNEY! i need a check=spell even

for that werd, and i was AT the Liberry

even to=day. ~muchly-dutchly~slac~

hubs

Wednesday, January 21st, °9...
the Berd report: i saw the wood
pecker again today, and in the same
Vicinity--a bright red CARDINAL.
[the Arizona ones bested our Iggles,
but the schteel=werkers are in Play]
The Sparrows are just clamboring
togethre in various bushes and not
singing very much...the gulls & geese
are gone or going Acause of the cold.
the Beard report: it has lasted thru
the Inaugural, as Promised..but it is
a scraggly, scrappy thin pie=bald
thing Not worthy of taking a foto of,
scarcely growing in nine (9) colours
with nine (9) directionals! {Yes~even
my chin & cheex have a Permanent Wave}
i'll probly scythe it off with a dull
steak=knife afore Abraham's birfdé.
"Lone Star! We meet again for the
first Time, for the last Time!"
Somehow i imagine, as if in a dreme,
that the engineer made bettre time to
TEXAS than even the Shrub (43)...yet
only as an Houstonal Harbinger of
new & more wonderful energy devices.
i was only my=self to the Big State
once at the turn of the Epoch; yet my
Patriarch was birthed on the bordre
AND he^ managed to attend a prepskool
with Shrub (41) in MASSACHUSETTS.
{is it possible to remembre past events
futurifically?} i pray like a Pilgrim
for the health of the KENNEDYS, 'cos
i have seen so many of them Rise and
Fall...and i spect Michelle & Barack
will cling & cleave the Remainders of
them^ into their HAWAIÌN Camelot.
*i ramble in the new hopes*
~slac~

nish

Cat brang some people by to look over the haus...

Contractors who would retrofit the shack at good

cost for fair flip. {i had my chance to learn this art

in the eighties from Kay & Ron, but opted for bingo

and concerts instead. Self=Kick} Nice people.

^reposited from 2°°6, merely three (3) Years ago^

{i wouldn't be in the Hausing market aday on dare}

[previously unpublisht material:] The wintre of 4/5 will be

Remembered as the one in which we put down the little old

Ladies...the wintre of 5/6 as the hard one of dispossexn

of the haus on our street. Last wintre, Turtle & i took our

famous road=trip, only to come back and bury Cat's Dad.

Fuggle! When~if ever~are my cold Seasons going to come

easily?!? {i didn't expect to live this long} Every=one has

been so nice to me, and i want desperately to retourn All

the favours which have been Bestowed. Truly, generously...

Tuesday, January 13th, +9...the engineer is making

good use of his Walley library=card; he gets to sit

in a BIG room, fastly InterWebbing on his top=lap.

Plus+, they have a real papre Dictionary there, in

case he has to look up a schtrange werd. *Leaf*

He treated us this morning to the #2 breakfast at

our favourite Diner...he had bacon & i had sausage.

It's quite amazing we get along these days, 'cos

we had Epic fights when we were schnotters!

The sun is holding for the Visit, but very, very

cold CANADIEN aer is coming to slam us.

i am schtill consuming the meats that Kay sent

for the Holydés...and so, have not put up a

Wintre soop. But like my presence in the new

Glow neighbourhood, i'll get there soon enuf.

Appreciata, flowre=sun, for making it possible

for Andrea & Vince to find me! It's my ancient

ninja training which taught me to hide in plain

sight. Veritas. ~until=the=next~slac~

hula

curio> HNY...

Fridé, January 2nd, °9...it was one of those Plastik

bugle=horns which aroused me at the Turn of Time. It was an

unusual & unwelcome Blowing, not unakin to the plaintif cry

of a MOOSE being wounded by Caribou Barby. Yet~it was merely

the much as i am already accustomed to...the mid=might Rising.

i surft the tee=vee for Fire=Werx & settled on a coupla

Episodes of ROD SERLING's Twilite Zone. {fifty years on

and that Programme schtill sets me on edge} *Black & white.*

CURIO, Maisy's proddling and perfect Husband, put me Avertently

in mind of the passing of my Father's Mother. She was a stern

and forceful woman of her day, yet not without beauteous Graces.

She is gone & scattered thirty (30) years now AND i tosst into

those same waves my Dad's ashy essence only ten (10) ago.

{One wouldn't want these Persons back, much=so the happy Times

One remembres having schpent withall!} Plus+, GrandMa's fine

last auto=mobile [the GREEN GHOST] aided evybody during/after

even HANE's Estate. i Celebrate the ORPHANS who haf made it

into this Astounding new Epoch. T'othres merely sleep...

Saturdé, January Third, °9...i haven't Arisen this early on a

Saterdé since UNDERDOG was a cartoon! Less=the=never, i made

the J bus run to wintre werk. We have a new Hauler in the

Parish and there were four (4) bright red shiny roll=offs

waiting for a mere Scoche of yard=waste. [the single stream

RECYCLING is just beginning & the new Company has got to set

me up for that.] A Sunny day to come away with last SunDay's

puxxle for doing amorro. Overmore, i closed early enuf to

catch the A bus afore the sun went down. Sure beats hiking in

the dark...altho many of the urban Christmas displays are now

disappearing. {leave evything up until GREEK ORTHODOX is over}

Schports: i am so sorry the LIONS were creamed in the Rose-Bowl.

They might could hire a young fresh coach. i kid, of gourse,

Acause Doctor Paterno is gonna hang in well until the Regents

bury him on the mid=field. Miraculously, some=how, our FILLY

Berds have made it into the off=plays...card=wild schtyle.

Could lightning strike twice in brotherly city? OR~could enuf

wind und schnow pour down on the othre teams, as G made rain

for the historicle Athletyx?! Remains to be seen, that which

i do not oculate grandly. i have a cross=werd puxxle to do.

~cool-duskily slac~

^publisht as HULA to Slacktown...^

shac

Tuesday, December 9th, °8...

it felt weird yesterdé, not to go

into werk. But i made myself Aptly

useful, drying sheets & clothes,

running the dish=warshing machine

and schteaming snap=beans to have

with the last of my chili and penne.

OH! And putting out my garbage and

recycables in a responsible manner.

A very good Mondé all=too.

Saterdé, Father XMAS rode up to the

municiple building on his laddertruck

while a gentle schnay fell upon the

cold, dark Parish. {i can't remembre

it ever schnowing this good for him

in Years past; it was magical} Joy!

Now~as for this economy...i am not

overly concerned of it ['tho it has

been made grandly Horrible] acause

i can sense to see a corner=turn.

My own hours will increase toward

the inauguration & into the year.

Othre blessings shall come to those

who hold tight and pay or save with

actual money. It's a new model.

Over=more~you're hearing this from

me, the slac who is Nothing and has

Nothing; yet i am blesst with warmth

and Comfort in all my Endeavours?!

{be an economer, not an economist}

more amorro~$la¢~

wand

It took us all week to fill up

the roll=offs...sometimes in

twinkling darkness. ~11.29.4~

Tuèsdé, December 2nd, °°8...

Apparently, according to the Haulers,

i wasn't supposed to collect yard=waste

yesterdé. They absconded with four (4)

of my roll=offs! {their contract is under

negotiation} it'll shake out soon.

Aday~i filled in the puxxle, ran the dish

machine & rode three (3) buses around

the town. At the credit union, i flasht

my licence; the telleress was surprised

it had the hovel address. Then, i rode

to the Library to trade my cee=dees.

{my hard=drive is filling up with funky

albums} As i trundled home=wise on

Cedar Avenue, a cute brunette caught

me boppin' & singin' to a STEVIE WONDER

tune on my ishpod; she askt how i was.

i told her i was fine, then pointed to my

bud=ears. i've probly seen her Afore...

i have put up a chili that needs garlic,

onion and celery; i must remembre to

wipe the deliciousness off my pitiable

goatee. These^ are a werk=in=Progress.

~decemberalSlac~