ain't it purrrrrty

 

Thursday 6/14

Just my luck. The night I decide to flirt some - it’s Bingo Nite at Cherrys. A twinkly young guy named David wearing a tight, thin t asks me if it’s always this cold this time of year here. I say no and he says where I come from it’s hot. Hot, hot hot. I envision Mozambique. He tells me he’s from Jersey and he hates to lose and he hasn’t won. He goes back to his Bingo card and wins the next game. Like everyone else, the Bingoer, as she awards prizes, asks him do you own a mid sized dog. Negative. He’s given a chessey kinda soap on a rope but no soap and a plastic drink container. Before I leave I pass him and express congrats and say see, you were just impatient. The only person who may have hit on me on the way to the bar was the famous Artist Who Can’t Get His Art Stolen. He has hundreds of painted rocks round his house. $5.00 each his sign says. I bet he’d cut a deal … like seven for $2.00 say. I go to bed after listening to Van. 

Now we’re talkin’, cooking with gas, good to go, yes sireeee. A true, classic Spielberg light gem of a dawn. The brush and dunes and birds are smiling cause it’s one of those Oklahoma oh what a beauty of a morning mornings at 7:07. The only time I miss company some out here is when we go to the water first thing and sit and coffee talk. My family is coming next. I love them. 

There are tons of workers out here. Mostly Nicaraguan I’d guess. Some of them have the most sweet, soft, sexy eyes and faces. I wonder what they think about this beautiful place. 

one year ago in my journal ...  

I’m listening to the Miles Brothers upon Ry’s suggestion … and Streisand singing you’re the top with bullseye lyrics like  … you’re the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire  … mmm … yes. Showered and vino and setting sun … what could be better … two tokes … now listening to Judy Collins do since you asked. They invite me to dinner … a yum. We talk, talk, talk.  They come over and see the super moon. We play our favorite music … Stevie and Bonnie and a woman named Heda ??? … and dance to sexual healing … can’t find my way home. ... a Laurie A gem … here with you.  Asa should sing and Feinsteins.  I'd love to produce him. He yawns at the idea.  A perfectly perfect fine day that everyone in the world should taste at least once or way more than that.