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certain poetry to repurposing old threads. Treat yourself. I do. I've been working again, for a month now. The next time my boss comes in I'll get me second paycheck. and I've just settles on a room, moving in next week. Tiny room, wood floors, four kitties, and a big window. I can't wait to wake up in a bed again, to sleep nude if I choose, to have a room filled with craft supplies and books. Not too much, because it needs to be my dance studio too; ideally I could store as much as possible under my bed when the spirit moves me. The most recent San Jose Bike Party was on Friday night.... my first not volunteering. Showed up late after work, danced up a storm, had a wonderful time.... but then faceplanted en route off my bike doing an arabesque. Boom. I've got rash on my left arm and bruises on my thighs. Burn from my clothes on breast and hip. Broke my glasses and have a spectacular black eye that didn't appear until Sunday morning and is already beginning to fade. Had to buy fresh packages of bandages and anti-inflammatories and have already picked out several sets of new frames to buy after I can get my eyes checked again (it's been two years and I have a back up pair to the backups I'm already wearing). Getting a new helmet this afternoon. I was already entering a period of reflection and self-care, my incident simply enhances it. Mostly I'm looking forward to the move: having a slightly longer commute and being able to take care of myself again. And decorating a new space that's mine mine mine for the first time since leaving Portland last year. |
life together. at least one good thing happened to me: i managed to get a chance to observe a western kingbird for more than two seconds. i've taken up bird-watching - in a half-assed way - and i've only been catching glimpses of these birds for the past couple of months. they're part of a larger group of birds called tyrant flycatchers. and they really are badasses. the first sighting this evening was a fleeting one of a kingbird chasing down a great-tailed grackle almost twice its size. i could tell it was a kingbird by its yellow breast. on my way home, i saw one perched on a power line between two buildings. i pulled out my binoculars and hoped he'd stay there long enough to get a good look. mockingbird sized, yellow breast, gray head and back, brownish wings with streaks of black, feathers on head raised sort of like a buzz-cut. definitely a kingbird. just then a gang of grackles showed up, like young thugs. 4 of them perched near the pole of the power line while one perched on the wire a few feet from the kingbird, who didn't even flinch. the grackle was clearly trying to look intimidating, but didn't want confrontation. every so often it would sidle over a couple of steps. the kingbird just sat there serene and implacable, every so often letting out an "eeyup" call but never actually looking at the grackle. when they finally decided kingbird wasn't going to be intimidated, the group let out a round of frustrated caws and flew off. western kingbird is my hero. i wonder if i can get a t-shirt. |
No idea if this works for you, I was interested to see if I could make something in less than ten minutes. It was more like 3. |
together. And right now I have every day spoken for. Moving or volunteering or working (9, 9.5 hour days, plus commute, 6 day weeks). And now I can't get in touch with my ex. I need the code if I'm going to empty his storage unit of my stuff, and doing so after my two allotted days of moving will be a pain in the ass. I'm done. Some of those things have been in storage over a year. I want my books and bedding and unicycle and the rest of my clothes, but I don't know what I can do if he won't give me the fucking code. Dammit. |
heather. keep on trucking, la. |
every one? I see Heather, la, spider,Antigone,v. Has everyone left? Is Mark still here? I feel lost, wandering in the abyss. This is disconcerting. |
every one? I see Heather, la, spider,Antigone,v. Has everyone left? Is Mark still here? I feel lost, wandering in the abyss. This is disconcerting. |
Mark is always here. You on facebook? |
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I am still kicking around. |
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but yeah, a lot of folks are on Facebook now. Not everyone, though, so it's always worth coming back here to see what's up. |
page, but it's not for me. too social. I spend most of my online time on a wikitree. lots of dead people. |
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my heart. It's truly delightful to find so many popping in and out. With your permission, I'd like to join the poppers? I just have one question, la, were you able to retrieve your unicycle? I actually have a bunch of questions, but right now I am too giddy to ask them. I will check back frequently, to see if Mark will accept me back into the fold? |
my heart. It's truly delightful to find so many popping in and out. With your permission, I'd like to join the poppers? I just have one question, la, were you able to retrieve your unicycle? I actually have a bunch of questions, but right now I am too giddy to ask them. I will check back frequently, to see if Mark will accept me back into the fold? |
an attempt to strech my words. |
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I really don't understand the conception on why the government isn't up in standards anymore. |
But I was up and ready for him. He is no longer bipedal, and I think his flying skills have been,(at least temporarily) hampered. He left part of himself here, and i am anxiously awaiting his return, to retrieve it. Should he say to his cohorts, " I just don't feel like my old self", he would be speaking the truth, as I am holding an integral part of him here, and he just will not seem as scary without it. I am unscathed. |
last night, so it was very cool. i sat out on my back porch to drink coffee. one thing i noticed, in my tiny little patch of a backyard, was a patch of mind growing wild. i had to use a grabber to snatch a leaf for a sniff test, but i was right. not far from the mint patch, there were a couple of decollate snails. they're not huge - about 3 inches long including the longish shell - but they're the biggest snail you'll see in a city yard. they're predators, eating the smaller brown garden snails and whatever else. i snatched up one of the decollates, using a grabber, and put him on a small wooden bench i have on my back porch. (there's a fancier name for this thing, but it's still a bench). so, i put it on the bench and waited until it came back out of its shell. when it did i tried to take a picture, but i spooked it and it retreated back into the shell. the next time, i got the picture from behind. i put both pictures on my facebook page, just for the sake of having some activity on it. in the evening i took my daily roll around the city, my exercise. i live on the northeast side of down, and i make it all the way to a walgreens on the southwest side as a halfway point. i always buy a bottle of cheap wine, and sometimes food. every so often there's homeless guy sitting out on the front. sometimes they ask for money, sometimes they don't. this time it was a young guy: maybe 18, maybe a year younger or older. he's thin, has coffee-with-cream colored skin, brownish hair with blonde highlights in a natural bob dylan 'fro. the kind of guy who's of indeterminate ethnicity and about whom you could say was a mix of almost anything and be sure of nothing. as i rolled past, he asked me for change. i was about to roll into the walgreens to pay for my bottle of wine with change from my pickle jar. these are tight times. he asked me for a quarter, so i reached in my bad and gave him two. went into the walgreens and got my wine. when i came back out, i gave him some more of the change in my back. but not all. he asked me if the coffee shop across the street would sell a cup with the money he had. i said i didn't know, i'd never been there. it's called "buon guiorno", it had always struck me as a pretentious, over-priced place. as i rolled off, he called to me and asked me my name. i told him. he said: "my name is noz." i had to ask him to repeat it, but that's what he said; or that's what it sounded like. looking that up online, i found it was a slang term for nitrous oxide (as a recreational drug), the word for walnut in certain languages, and something else in breton i can't remember. then again, it could've been short for something. i'll never know. later on, it occurred to me that i should have told him to go up to the ymca. a couple of blocks up 10th and right on lamar for a few more blocks. it was open till eight; he could go into the break area and get free coffee or, with the money he had, a powerade from the vending machine. there have been a couple of nights where i made dinner out of a powerade and a bag of peanuts from vending machines. on the way home, i went past an old office building that's been closed for a while. one of the offices was a united way chapter. the windows were dusty and a thick chain secured the doors from the inside. nevertheless, somebody had stuck a pamphlet in the door. its title was "the sodomites are coming! the sodomites are coming!" sodomites have all the fun. |
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On the way back from the hospital the ambulance took the longest route he could find. Which is the exact opposite of the logic of the young lady who took us to the hospital. Any way on the way back to the nursing home, besides seeing a lot of strip malls that I hadn't been to before, we passed a boarded up bowling alley. I was wondering if they had cleared it out or just boarded it up with everything inside. I started to think if they just left everything maybe I could buy it. Then I realized that that would be an even bigger stupid idea than anything else I have ever done. So much for owning a bowling alley. |
" Boarded up bowling alley", but anyway, they closed it some couple of years ago all due to economy downfall. I don't know who is to blame on either Bush or Obama. I am working on my new Nokia Lumnia 521 and I am working on installing the apps there. A while ago, I found a laptop, someone tossed in the recycle bin, and I was able to retrive it. Guess what was wrong with the laptop? it is the air circulating vent that was clogged with dirt and lint. And now, I got to buy the cheaper power supply and keyboard. But, I had some concern with the ebay as some hacker compromised the ebay's database and I had to wait for a little while. Both of my knee cap hurts like hell, as I like to wince about the full time job that I despise the most. |
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phone since returning from a wedding in Canada. But oh how I was a bundle of nerves for a couple of days. |