I have to hop

 


Two things I  wish I had brought with me … a knit cap and my woolen sweater full of moth holes. Next time. Universe willin . Maybe I can find one in the Pines today.  

We really haven’t had a full tilt full out June Gem of a day yet … and the forecast doesn’t seem to have one standing by in the wings.  Train in being present - no attachment, no craving - the way to walk thru today and future. 


A hazy morning, damp with storm residue from yesterday. Dog walkers resemble their dogs on the beach. Swaybacked, jaunty, slow, at a clip. Like that.  Maybe it’s because they are similar in age or temperament.  They seem to be selling lots of expensive top soil and they offer free fentanyl testing strips in the Pines. Always on the cutting edge these boys. Karaoke with dragorina Kanga Roo is coming soon. Took pics of Phils house on Crown Walk - where in ’77 - a turning point took place for me that lives on still.  It’s 2:55 and I’m not sure what’s what for the afternoon except to buy laundry detergent and vodka in town.  


Spoke too soon. The air smells smoky and the sky is a color I’ve never seen before here. Pale Agent Orange Chetto Dorito. Again, from Canada.  O Canada. 


And how/where did I lose a sandal?


Comments

  1. AnonymousJune 7, 2023 at 7:05 PM

    I'll bring you a cap and old sweater if no one beats me to it. Was hoping the yellow sky didnt reach the shore but it's everywhere.

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  2. Paul GrahamJune 8, 2023 at 4:25 AM

    not sure who you are thoughtful person ... Suzie, Lynda ??? a cap would be nice. this morning I wore my flannel pjs on my head and thought of Katharine Hepburn in The Lion in Winter

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  3. Paul GrahamJune 8, 2023 at 4:25 AM

    have a sweater and hooodies ... but thanks

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