wipe

I wear my pair of black shoes for rainy days. Much more rubber sole. And I've polished them and that does something to beading water off. Polishing, I think, however, attracts dust. (Or maybe just black leather shoes do?) To clean of the dust, I choose these.

the covenant of the pens

A dad birthday card, a new job congratulations card and an I'm here for you card all have immediate uses and receivers. I picked up a fourth for a friend. It could be for anyone. I think it has the phrase "carry in my heart" on it. That's the reason I bought it now for later. Like something e.e. reminds me of.

I brought (I am seeing the number connection as I type) three pens to begin using and a fourth as stand-by. Three pens that have run low before but that haven't been touched and, you know, might write again. The black stand-by matched the single black low ball point. Other two blue. So I started with black. Sometimes the very smoothness of the paper can lure another letter. Sometimes the parcher kind dries more quickly but doesn't know what I'm doing when I turn the pen 90 degrees and actual scratches mark.

I think I lost that pen that came in a two pack. It fit inside the spiral of my not-want-to-be-neglected journal. And I have more of a staged card to address. She's accepting a job closer to her home. I saw her just minutes ago (in relative time) in the parking lot. Me in my car, she walking to hers, a "thank you John" three hours away in the same spot.

I have been scanning many papers since last Thursday. In a tote I pulled aside four yearbooks and went middle to back to middle to front to back to the advertisements. The Dunn place - formerly on Zuercher Rd. - bought a half page ad congratulating the senior class of 2003. In that year they possessed whatever laser engraving technology that I had put to use this afternoon. It was their gift. Just bring in your diploma. I bettered that. Our senior shirts are white with black collars around the neck and sleeves. Just barely visable beneath an open top button, it matches just about every piece of clothing on me today.

I was going to do it. Nine years later like walking right out the front door to get away with something. It worked and why not? Maybe I was remembered from the last day of August buying a sand pit pendulum - the slate model.

But I am still looking for that black pen because ink is left in the capsule and the plastic clip on the cap isn't attached and goes, until I say so, with that notebook.