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Still Breathing
Posted Oct 2, 2014
Yes still breathing so here's another go at a journal entry.
It is depressing to see that nothing has changed. Flesh eating bacteria man is still my main source of misery though in addition there is the hairless man unfortunately defoliated by friendly fire herbicides in VietNam which led to every hair on his body leaving the planet. The peculiar thing is that he likes me. I wish I liked him more. He is quite attractive despite his disconcerting smoothness. I was going to write alopecia then I was humiliated to find that I cannot spell that word.
Last year we got three inches of rain. This year it has been raining since July. We got two inches in an hour and my house flooded. My house is made of mud, adobe mud, so being flooded has no doubt accelerated the erosion of the walls. Mice and vinegar bugs escaped into the dry bits of my house. When I got in bed a couple days ago I met a mouse tucked in quite comfortably. I am a Buddhist but sorry I put down poison. Now my house smells like dead mice but I can't find their poor tiny bodies. I am genuinely sorry but life is cheap I fear.
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Hey Where Did My Entry Go?
Posted Mar 28, 2014
Hey I just spent thirty minutes of the few remaining in my life writing a Journal entry and it disappeared when I hit PREVIEW!
Well I'm not going to do THAT again! Ho no I won't write a whole lot of carefully composed and proofread stuff only to see it dematerialize in a trice I mean what in the world or universe is going on its enough to make a person just go away and give up and hide under the trash compactor.
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Stop The Sun!!
Posted Oct 27, 2011
I've had enough.
Every morning it's sun sun sun and more sun. Starting out warm and turning to hot and sinking sullenly in the west only to spring up aggressively the next morning.
They say it will be 23 degrees (F) cooler tomorrow. Snow in Colorado will dust our mountain tops. I'll believe it when I feel it.
Fell asleep at the wheel a few weeks ago, driving home from El Paso at 3a.m. I was going 75 and I described a perfect 180 on a dead empty road. A platoon of soldiers appeared out of the desert and gave me an MRE and a gallon of water and went on their secret business. A man who wouldn't identify himself tried to get me in his suv and I said I didn't get in strangers' vehicles. He muttered something about being 'with the government'. Finally some cops showed up and tried to put me in an ambulance. A tow truck finally appeared and took my poor Corolla and me away. The driver is an old friend from other vehicular events. He never washes his hair, clothes or self. He knows every tv show that ever inhabited our screens. He was very helpful and cried when I gave him a 20 for a tip.
Flesh eating bacteria man is still around. Yesterday we went skinny dipping in a meager little creek that feeds the aceqia. Two scrawny old hippies stark naked. A distasteful display, but no one was in sight. He's still an enigma.
I'm selling my books and Zen style prints and cards at the Saturday market. I made 40 bucks last week. Good because I was living on peanut butter and greens from the garden and quinces. No figs or pomegranites this year because the trees were killed to ground level by the February ultra cold spell. The trees popped up again and I hope will have fruit next year.
I am a Zumba Queen. I love it. I did a Zumbathon and danced 17,000 steps in just short of 4 hours. I never liked dancing because you always have to Obey The Rules, and I'm not good at that. Zumba is different. All you have to do is is listen to the music and move and approximate the steps and enjoy. Better than drugs I swear.
IT IS RAINING!
Warm rain, but still .... wow! Really raining hard. I'm going to go stand in it and dance.
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The Death of a GI Bride.
Posted Jan 18, 2011
Someone called me today and told me Janet was dead. Who in heck is Janet I ask. She had your name and phone number in her notebook says the caller. I don't know any Janet I said. Sorry said the caller and hung up. Then I remembered Janet. I met her at the Bark Park four or five years ago. She was small and elegant in an English sort of way. Apparently she had been ripped off by more than one man and was alone and penniless and trying to piece together a life for herself and her dog. She must have been stunningly pretty when she was young, and she still had luminously beautiful light grey eyes. I think she was hoping to find a good man to change her luck. She spent money she didn't have to get her skin sanded by a cosmetic surgeon. Her face was temporarily disfigured. He's not used to English skin, she said, he's used to Mexican skin. It was hard on her to be seen like that, but she had a job at a junk shop that was keeping her afloat, and she had to be there. I left to host a campground in California and I didn't see her again.
In the morning I'll call the mortuaries.
Do you get a funeral service if there's no-one to mourn for you?
The man who had the flesh eating bacteria munching on his elbow called me. Surprise. I must be his default option. Would I like to hike this weekend? says he. Why I'd love to says I, but I'm going to a party in San Francisco. Perhaps some other time. Hey, I really am going to a party in SF. Got a lowish bid on a ticket through Priceline .....
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Elk meat in the Rain
Posted Dec 21, 2010
Just back from my west coast pilgrimage. Spent days elk hunting in the rain with an unemployed truck driver. The elk were in deep cover. We spent a lot of time playing go fish under a blue tarp and talking about the glory days of our separate pasts. He had some elk he shot on the Snake so we ate that and it was good says I the vegetarian. It really was good. Tender and tasty with no gamy taste. No-one's solar was working because the sun had not been seen for weeks so everyone I know was using candles and cooking outside in the rain with damp firewood. Mind numbing substances were in evidence. Growing legal medical marijuana is the only growth industry right now in that country. The Old Ranger has had to put his beautiful, elegant witty sister in an Alzheimer's place because she went from normal to dementedly violent in about three months. It's costing all his and her social security to keep her there. Hopefully she will die quickly, as her normal self would want.
When I drove down out of the mountains an old man was hanging Christmas tree ornaments on rain soaked trees along the road. How touching. Well sorry -- it was touching.
An unpublished mystery writer was panhandling on I-5 to get a tank of gas to take her south, out of the wet, but as I write this southern California is melting away in the rain.
Here in the most forsaken patch of desert on earth I myself am warm and dry with just a slight case of pneumonia. I must charge my camera batteries and seek out the eclipse of the moon .....
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