Bye

 

These two are fab. Saw them at the farmers market yesterday. May go back today maybe price them but I kinda have a feeling that it would be like buying a black lawn jockey. Not sure. What think?

I like this new early morning me. The time is different, the look and sound and something else is different, too. Its seven something and I am on the roof with lots of plants and some buzzing flies and its cool and quiet and timid cloudzee and I just read about John L from out at the beach twenty five years ago - a coke boy Mr Fixit who tended to “any day now” his way thru his always summer days months. But he had that sexy Irish twinkle and playfulness that made people forgive him ... no big whoop. His obit claims he was loved by many - big family, more kids that I knew about … o he was a devil boy who almost got me one rainy night. 

And the other day in the Dayton mag … John Powers, smart - loved when he wore his studious glasses. He had  a peaceful chord about him and was  a housemate a cut above the rest of them frat hoodlums. They come in threes. 

I wonder how many people I have met in my life. Is it closer to three hundred thousand or a million? Probably a mill. I live here. 

Sak gave me a cave wall pic I never saw of myself round ’69 maybe. Give or take a year. Its the second pic I’ve seen of late that makes me think and somewhat remember that - besides having bad growing-out-forever hippie hair, a crooked smile and yes cool brown tinted granny glasses ... I had an always trying to keep to myself inner jittery-ness. An unformed-ness/a not yet rightness. Me still to be. Behind the others.  Again, my mothers late bloomer in full camouflage ga ga regalia. I want to go back and put my arm around my shoulder and whisper true  - it’s all gonna be better than you think, better than OK. Really. Fun even. Trust me.

a blip. mere blip.