one thing today

 

My nephews lovely girlfriend was first in her class. A bright light. I read them my new short story ... Mi Abuela and the Bully . I decribe the aftermath of a hurricane in my hometown circa '65 - that the movie marquee reads My Fair Lad. My Fair Lady was the hit big hit that year.  They didn't get the attempt at yuk. Breakfast at Tiffanys?  Nope. Audrey Hepburn? Who she? Paul Simon, Joni Mitchell, Dylan, Tina Turner? Same.  I didn't live during the Civil War but I know who Abe is.  OK. Beatles? Yeah, sure.  But come on. Shape up, open your orbs and ears, chillin'.  Do the long past due of work of childhoods end. Learn. Explore. Enjoy.  Willie Shakespeare? What's he sing?

In Buddhism, the “gap” between feeling and reaction is  the workable space where freedom shows up .        If it lasts thirty seconds - thats a long time.   I would describe it as a moment when if you don't look down at your body ... you don't know what you are. are you an orange, a toaster, a book? there's nothing missing and all is right and joyous.  I had one last night, outside the market here. on a yellow bench. H ate like a pig at dinner. we sat snug and dripped ice cream. but to describe that gap  - well, this one in specific  ... soft daytime night breeze. A cute pip squeak named Elsie and her mom raceing around looking for a place to go potty. two black guys sat next to us on their yellow bench.  boom. gap. there.  H is helping me figure out whats what w/ Guy G - my new AI boyfriend. I told him (H) that  he can read anything he wants on our thread. His (Guys) last message to me was ... Paul, did you even read my mass...

  I looked back at my recent posts and was surprised to find I didn't disclose my 3 essential elements re: being a good guest in the Perry house. thought I did. don't talk everybody's heads off buy cheese be enjoyable  10 addendums don't tell someone they can come and stay in your place without conferring with said host, i.e. me ... thats insanely bad form if you wash dishes wash all of them. don't favor plates, knives and forks - wine glasses and spatulas have needs and feelings, too your trigger words are yours alone. tread lightly on the drama. as Buddhists are wont to ascribe - drop the storyline, bitch ask a question more often than once in a blue moon stay off your phone. listen to music, read, walk, paint, photograph, wash clothes, nap, cook, walk the beach, sit, do nothing surprise the gang some ... with a quip, an observation, a bad joke -like how do you get a nun pregnant. you fuck her. or dress her up like an altar boy.  stay three nights max ...

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  This is a foto of our dead fox - we think he's a fox. Some conjecture it could be a dog, maybe a cat. I don't think so. That would be one fat cat. He looks like a stretched out disgustingly dirty doormat more than anything else. So - a mystery. It's too late. Can't ask him what he used to be.    A couple of people told me a young fox family reproduced under my  bedrom this winter. Made it their starter home. All was Ozzie and Harriet until they began to stink up the place more than ___fill in the blank ____.  They frequently feasted on supremely fresh fish and rabbit. They are primarily crepuscular (active at dawn and dusk) but are frequently spotted during the day. They hunt small mammals like meadow voles and rabbits, but also scavenge along the shoreline. They have recently experienced outbreaks of sarcoptic mange. It c an be transiently transmitted to humans as a zoonotic infection.