Easterday
Easterday
And guess who rose from the daid. No, former neighbor Eric B. I know he wasn't dead but he might as well have been. He might as well still be, because I'm not sure it was old drunken writer Eric. He didn't say Hi. So I didn't have to say small world.
People like that (& so many people are like that*) leave me with a feeling of irritation & distaste, or irk & guck.
*i.e., oblivious
The sun is like a magic egg in an occident of bunny fur. With a magic ring—24º out (I'd guess). We know what that means. That means it didn't rain today, so all the celebrants should be happy (in their Easter bonnets). Maybe I should write about an 11 year old girl looking back on her innocent youth. (Annie from The Blessing?) If she could find the right friend (Charlotte Iverson?). Where does that leave Dave? And what's in that shoebox? Shoes? Red velvet slippers with sequins. There should be something else. Something of Julia or everything of Julia. Other people get tipsy & make up dances. What happened on that dig? Where Dave falls under the spell of the drunken Mary Leakey figure. Something everybody else noticed. Such that afterwards he was out of control & Julia was – gone. Then maybe he didn't quit drinking until she moved out. I'd have to go back & pick that up. She left to get away from Alan—but when did he get sick? Right after she left?
Good cat hunting last night. I even saw Tomas peering at me through a gap in the blind. He kept a feline or a cat repose. Cold but not cruel. They don't make foolish gestures. They aren't like us.
15th Ave Starbs 4/15/01
I Decide to Stand Firm (& Twist & 1 & 2 &)
I have been to the doctor & aside from the attack of nerves, everything went well. Even the attack of nerves was nothing special, and there was nothing wrong. My nodule is mythical—or almost. So what's wrong with my neck? Maybe asymmetry. The funny side is the unatrophied side? My muscle bound contralateral (right) side is constricting my elan vital.
On the whole (as I like to say), I think the thing to do is go to the acupunctist because I think blocked Qi (chi) is as good a diagnosis as capsulitis.
And if I keep moving....maybe I won't stop.
This absence of bad news cheers me. An absence of bad news can be a substitute for a presence of good news—in a good news drought. (Analogue to heavy dew).
I'm going to work for 5 days. 3/weekend/2 & hope to sell a nice piece of writing the same week, one of those weeks. That would just suit me.
Eavesdropping: "I've heard the Thousand Islands are...." "How many hours?"
Got a letter off to Fritz, so now I'm owed.
B'way Starbucks 4/17/01
The Pain Filter
When you have an acute pain, even if it's "only" musculoskeletal, all the beauties of a perfect spring day won't give you the raptures. Pain makes a screen & the pleasure bugs can't get through. I can see them buzzing just outside.
Much has not happened. Three days of computer pointclick has left me vulnerable & determined not to be beaten by this (ha ha ha ha). I've pushed up the stretching & little exercises & managed to make the neck muscle (trapezius?) left rear really sore. So I took an aspirin & ate my dinner & walked out to suffer a lovely April day. Cats with heart-shaped beauty spots on their kitty-whiskered muzzles.
I do, I do, I do nothing. Read a silly book by silly Western (male) Buddhists & wished for a better O religion. Syncretist. Well, then I have to admit that, given my temperamenta, Kwan-In Buddhism is probably as good as it's going to get. With all cat deities. Naturally.
There is a couple over on my left—big nosed white guy, brown-haired Japanese woman—both into their Christian religion. And talking-talking about the Spirit. Talking about "burning passion" & "gifts of the Spirit" & such all. I could see it—being given something beyond materialism, emotions or art. To talk about. Her shirt is wet along the cuffs & bottom…? They don't seem quite on the same wavelength but they are listening to each other and they have the enjoyment of finding out together.
BM Starbucks 4/21/01
Mitten Weather Again
After a temperature in the 60's yesterday (& I couldn't enjoy it because my neck hurt so much), today is freezing cold & rainy. All right, 40's isn't freezing, but I went out bare-handed & was sorry.
My neck hurts only a little now but last night my shoulder ached badly. At one point I felt it & it was cold to the touch. I held it with my hand & went back to sleep. And today my shoulder blade feels rickety. I crackle. This makes me mad.
I wrote 1/2 page of sure-to-be-cut on Dave's story & posted a note on the genealogy website about Sebra Inlay's Children.
It rained & I writhed with suppressed riot. Where does all that go, when there's no outlet for it?
Some part of me thinks that if I'd eat lentils & meditate, then the sun would shine every day & I'd have excellent wind & I would sing & dance & amaze my friends. I'd learn to play the guitar. I'd write poems. Good ones.
15th Ave Starb's 4/22/01
And guess who rose from the daid. No, former neighbor Eric B. I know he wasn't dead but he might as well have been. He might as well still be, because I'm not sure it was old drunken writer Eric. He didn't say Hi. So I didn't have to say small world.
People like that (& so many people are like that*) leave me with a feeling of irritation & distaste, or irk & guck.
*i.e., oblivious
The sun is like a magic egg in an occident of bunny fur. With a magic ring—24º out (I'd guess). We know what that means. That means it didn't rain today, so all the celebrants should be happy (in their Easter bonnets). Maybe I should write about an 11 year old girl looking back on her innocent youth. (Annie from The Blessing?) If she could find the right friend (Charlotte Iverson?). Where does that leave Dave? And what's in that shoebox? Shoes? Red velvet slippers with sequins. There should be something else. Something of Julia or everything of Julia. Other people get tipsy & make up dances. What happened on that dig? Where Dave falls under the spell of the drunken Mary Leakey figure. Something everybody else noticed. Such that afterwards he was out of control & Julia was – gone. Then maybe he didn't quit drinking until she moved out. I'd have to go back & pick that up. She left to get away from Alan—but when did he get sick? Right after she left?
Good cat hunting last night. I even saw Tomas peering at me through a gap in the blind. He kept a feline or a cat repose. Cold but not cruel. They don't make foolish gestures. They aren't like us.
15th Ave Starbs 4/15/01
I Decide to Stand Firm (& Twist & 1 & 2 &)
I have been to the doctor & aside from the attack of nerves, everything went well. Even the attack of nerves was nothing special, and there was nothing wrong. My nodule is mythical—or almost. So what's wrong with my neck? Maybe asymmetry. The funny side is the unatrophied side? My muscle bound contralateral (right) side is constricting my elan vital.
On the whole (as I like to say), I think the thing to do is go to the acupunctist because I think blocked Qi (chi) is as good a diagnosis as capsulitis.
And if I keep moving....maybe I won't stop.
This absence of bad news cheers me. An absence of bad news can be a substitute for a presence of good news—in a good news drought. (Analogue to heavy dew).
I'm going to work for 5 days. 3/weekend/2 & hope to sell a nice piece of writing the same week, one of those weeks. That would just suit me.
Eavesdropping: "I've heard the Thousand Islands are...." "How many hours?"
Got a letter off to Fritz, so now I'm owed.
B'way Starbucks 4/17/01
The Pain Filter
When you have an acute pain, even if it's "only" musculoskeletal, all the beauties of a perfect spring day won't give you the raptures. Pain makes a screen & the pleasure bugs can't get through. I can see them buzzing just outside.
Much has not happened. Three days of computer pointclick has left me vulnerable & determined not to be beaten by this (ha ha ha ha). I've pushed up the stretching & little exercises & managed to make the neck muscle (trapezius?) left rear really sore. So I took an aspirin & ate my dinner & walked out to suffer a lovely April day. Cats with heart-shaped beauty spots on their kitty-whiskered muzzles.
I do, I do, I do nothing. Read a silly book by silly Western (male) Buddhists & wished for a better O religion. Syncretist. Well, then I have to admit that, given my temperamenta, Kwan-In Buddhism is probably as good as it's going to get. With all cat deities. Naturally.
There is a couple over on my left—big nosed white guy, brown-haired Japanese woman—both into their Christian religion. And talking-talking about the Spirit. Talking about "burning passion" & "gifts of the Spirit" & such all. I could see it—being given something beyond materialism, emotions or art. To talk about. Her shirt is wet along the cuffs & bottom…? They don't seem quite on the same wavelength but they are listening to each other and they have the enjoyment of finding out together.
BM Starbucks 4/21/01
Mitten Weather Again
After a temperature in the 60's yesterday (& I couldn't enjoy it because my neck hurt so much), today is freezing cold & rainy. All right, 40's isn't freezing, but I went out bare-handed & was sorry.
My neck hurts only a little now but last night my shoulder ached badly. At one point I felt it & it was cold to the touch. I held it with my hand & went back to sleep. And today my shoulder blade feels rickety. I crackle. This makes me mad.
I wrote 1/2 page of sure-to-be-cut on Dave's story & posted a note on the genealogy website about Sebra Inlay's Children.
It rained & I writhed with suppressed riot. Where does all that go, when there's no outlet for it?
Some part of me thinks that if I'd eat lentils & meditate, then the sun would shine every day & I'd have excellent wind & I would sing & dance & amaze my friends. I'd learn to play the guitar. I'd write poems. Good ones.
15th Ave Starb's 4/22/01
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