My friend Brynne is here at the beach house with a couple of other of my peeps - longtime friends from thirteen ... from way back in the day. She told me something funny last night. She said when she went to the market she really wanted to buy a watermelon but didn't because she makes it a rule to not do that when she hangs will all white people. I told her I never eat mayonaise when I'm with all blacks. We bought here a watermelon today.
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Morning
old smiling woman on the walk at the eastern end of the Grove. Right before the Meatrack. Fat, show offy bushery deep green and preening. We say good morning. She tells me its easy to be happy with this all around us. She's one of the few year round residents. I tell her I've been coming out here since 1972 and have only missed two summers. She takes a photo of a cloud, waves goodbye and she says "well don't miss another." I do recall my first impression of here ... way back then. I was with my college housemate and some other folks and I recall walking along the boardwalk, stoned, at night, with the high bushes making a lush arch for us all along the way and there was music coming from the bar and we were gonna dance and it was just the most wonderful full of wonder moment flush with anticipation, friendship warmth, future, promise. ----------------------------- oh and btw, my friend Lynda can't comment on my posts anymore. would you try ... so I can se...
Yes
Sit alone in your arrangements for residence. S ee you have a chamber to yourself, though you sell your coat and wear a blanket. Keep a journal: pay so much honor to the visits of Truth to your mind as to record them.” In his Journal for 1837 he wrote: “This book is my savings-bank. I grow richer because I have somewhere to deposit my earnings, and fractions are worth more to me because corresponding fractions are waiting here that shall be made integers by their addition.”
Kit
It's 7 in the morning and I am looking out at the very calm ocean and remembering when my childhood friend Kit was here with her husband Tom a couple of summers ago. She had Parkinsons for twenty five years. The following Fall, Tom died. Kit died a few weeks ago. Kit and I were born a day apart. Both in New York City. We sent each other felicitations every August. We first met when we were ten and lived a block apart. My first memory of her was walking down her street to our bus stop. We laughed a lot. When Kit shared her laugh with you it was something to savor. Hers and hers alone. Much like her smile. Even better. True that. She was always up for a funny exchange, a shared secret, a good time. I noticed and enjoyed her lovely shine early on. During our deep, sixty five year long friendship, she made me feel special because she was. During college, she visited me in Ohio. I felt assured our connection was to continue after our early days. After our tenth year reunion...
My first mobile
Perfect day moved my first mobile to a better breezyier place read Demon Copperhead talked to friends on the phone painted postcard of Dionysus for Felix talked to nabes pals for a long time on the beach ate debs shrimp and chocolate pie surprise had a dream about a talent show with all of my friends participating music dock sunset Below Deck tv
