Grab on

Monday 6/5 morning.  

Moody sun goes in and out on it’s own clock. Can’t make up it’s mind, doin’ it’s business. Just came in from the beach and talked to Ken who often stands on the edge of the walk with his main slurp, scoping the sea. They stay in Barbie House. I told him I live in the white house right over there and that I hear him make his girl laugh a lot and it’s nice. He shakes my hand, says thanks and then goes down on the beach and talks to a lone dog walker. 

A dream last night about the only two Indian people I know.  Enticing me into liking them with gifts and come ons. My sleep life always keeps me honest or imaginative about the day just over. 

Birds fly by so elegantly. happy, free entertainers. 

Joni sings I’m just living on nerves and feeling … with a weak and a lazy mind … and comin’ to peoples parties stumbling deaf, dumb and blind. 

I paint a picture of the house on a postcard for Felix, my six year old next door nabe in the city who wants shells. Am gonna shower and get out into the day.

Went into town and bought cookies. Walked all over. Am listening to Traffic - The Low Spark of High Heel Boys- a classic, nifty title there.

Sundown like. Cassandra Wilson, Elton, Jose F … what can I say ... I am a certain creature born at a certain time. And ain’t complaining. Not even a puny bit. Want to write an ode to doorknob dancin’. It might be unusually  long. 

I play Laura’s Time and Love in honor of my first nephew who is somewhere other than here. It makes me happy with a low sense of ugh for today and me and today world. 

There’s a lazy bird in the backyard. Not quite a crow. Like a black robin. She doesn’t move from her railing perch much, only when I get very close. But the song's so sweet, Minnie Riperton Lovin' You like.