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 years. But he had that sexy Irish twinkle and playfulness that made people forgive him ... no big whoop. His obit orbit claims he was loved by many - big family, more kids that I knew about … o he was a devil boy who almost got me good one rainy night. 

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

They come in threes. 

I wonder how many people I have met in my life. Is it close a million? Probably. I live here. 

Sak gave me a cave painting pic I never saw of myself round ’69. Its the second pic I’ve seen of late that makes me think and somewhat remember that - besides having bad always-growing-out hippie hair, a crooked smile and 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.

it's a blip.