Monday, July 30, 2012
6 p.m. movie
Watching Sunset Blvd. from the front row of the Lincoln Theater cost me $3.75 after I spotted an oversize coin in the neighbor parking space. I had reversed the car back and spotted it when another car entered the lot. Something how cars kind of know which cars are the most recent arrivals and still have people in them who would like to open their doors wide to exit that those newest cars park beside the oldest cars.
Friday, July 27, 2012
there's a good possibility
Sometimes - like today - I get so excited I must pee, so I find the closest bathroom and have a laugh with the man in the mirror.
EDIT: I don't care for "with the man in the mirror" anymore.
EDIT: I don't care for "with the man in the mirror" anymore.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
shoe horn fork lift
Found another pair of shoes and bought them. I wore them from beginning evening to ending evening - from, "It's still early" to "What do I want to do?" Maybe my Dad didn't work yesterday. I flipped flopped whether it was July 24 or 25. I submitted two applications and definitely put July 25.
His food digested before mowing the lawn and my Mom listened and he listened to each other and I listened above their heads. Still, with my Saucony shoes laced and wishfully shrinking a size around my feet. I had done things on the computer. I had planned ahead for the next day. Planned responses and transparent statements.
Man, that sun was still up and outside my window. A-HA! These are running shoes!
I did not know if Mark thought me melodramatic after our talk. What a guy to call on a drive homeward and ask to meet and talk. I have been on the verge of being asked to leave, staring at a lessening stack of greeting cards, admiring a growing Amelia, responding to a wedding invitation and just feeling a lot.
The running lasted as long as Gretle didn't hear a gun shot and bolted back. That was about 25 seconds. The road bubbles with tar on expensively hot days. I kind of didn't know how hot it had been here since I drove to two locations in Wooster and then two in Massillon. I turned a U turn and the little equal triangles were indented in the gravel.
There is a tree - maybe the closest to the mailbox - that struck me for itself yesterday. The trunk is as round as my calf ... let's say my right one. A first branch grows out between nine and 10 feet above the ground. This is small than either of my wrists. There is something you feel before you grab hold of a branch. Whether or not you know it will break. This one may.
You know Amelia hangs from the chin up bar. That's our exercise. Here it is outside. I've hoisted her up there like a ladder and she's hung.
What struck me yesterday is how she will grow heavier, I won't be able to raise her that high. But she will be growing bigger. Growing bigger but can't tandem to reach as high.
It is there are perfect times to meet and work together. That tree is not to climb without a ladder, but with my help and at a range of age, she will one day wonder how she did that.
His food digested before mowing the lawn and my Mom listened and he listened to each other and I listened above their heads. Still, with my Saucony shoes laced and wishfully shrinking a size around my feet. I had done things on the computer. I had planned ahead for the next day. Planned responses and transparent statements.
Man, that sun was still up and outside my window. A-HA! These are running shoes!
I did not know if Mark thought me melodramatic after our talk. What a guy to call on a drive homeward and ask to meet and talk. I have been on the verge of being asked to leave, staring at a lessening stack of greeting cards, admiring a growing Amelia, responding to a wedding invitation and just feeling a lot.
The running lasted as long as Gretle didn't hear a gun shot and bolted back. That was about 25 seconds. The road bubbles with tar on expensively hot days. I kind of didn't know how hot it had been here since I drove to two locations in Wooster and then two in Massillon. I turned a U turn and the little equal triangles were indented in the gravel.
There is a tree - maybe the closest to the mailbox - that struck me for itself yesterday. The trunk is as round as my calf ... let's say my right one. A first branch grows out between nine and 10 feet above the ground. This is small than either of my wrists. There is something you feel before you grab hold of a branch. Whether or not you know it will break. This one may.
You know Amelia hangs from the chin up bar. That's our exercise. Here it is outside. I've hoisted her up there like a ladder and she's hung.
What struck me yesterday is how she will grow heavier, I won't be able to raise her that high. But she will be growing bigger. Growing bigger but can't tandem to reach as high.
It is there are perfect times to meet and work together. That tree is not to climb without a ladder, but with my help and at a range of age, she will one day wonder how she did that.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
would not know
Because I have not told but in May I worked landscaping by request. She could barely - and I asked her not to - bend over due to back pain. The area phonebook rode the long line from a trailer skid to a trunk or backseat. Is 100,000 too many when you can borrow your neighbor's?
Neighbors. I have been more consistent in my journal than I have here and a note I made about house sitting and butterfly feeding finally became an explanation.
While my parents cruised, I listened to one disc a day of Barack Obama: The Story. I am the first kid on my block to have it and they are jealous. Not because of the first name on the cover but by the second, the author. He wrote the final disc of Clemente and re-wove the previous 12 discs and I remember I was in my car changing to a scissor cut shirt and other athletic wear after a job fair.
Kay Ryan sticks me inside her recombinant rhyme like an underwater timing contest. In about two ending lines - or two ending words - she defies all laws and sinks a bubble of air. I have had "Shark's Teeth" animation video on file for a year. That came after a sequence of really liking things I found. Like Miley Cyrus interview with Jonathan Ross, Rosario Dawson's 25th Hour park scene, white and black Walt Whitman - Song of Myself and film critics Siskel & Ebert with Bob Costas in four parts. She is so smart about what happens and what misses happening. Her words have been waiting for me in a book while her - her very own! - voice is in my head.
Neighbors. I have been more consistent in my journal than I have here and a note I made about house sitting and butterfly feeding finally became an explanation.
While my parents cruised, I listened to one disc a day of Barack Obama: The Story. I am the first kid on my block to have it and they are jealous. Not because of the first name on the cover but by the second, the author. He wrote the final disc of Clemente and re-wove the previous 12 discs and I remember I was in my car changing to a scissor cut shirt and other athletic wear after a job fair.
Kay Ryan sticks me inside her recombinant rhyme like an underwater timing contest. In about two ending lines - or two ending words - she defies all laws and sinks a bubble of air. I have had "Shark's Teeth" animation video on file for a year. That came after a sequence of really liking things I found. Like Miley Cyrus interview with Jonathan Ross, Rosario Dawson's 25th Hour park scene, white and black Walt Whitman - Song of Myself and film critics Siskel & Ebert with Bob Costas in four parts. She is so smart about what happens and what misses happening. Her words have been waiting for me in a book while her - her very own! - voice is in my head.
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