There's something special about laundry day, the gathering of everything soiled, stuffing it into the new red bag, the twin of that one stolen in Tulsa, going down to JavaBreak and having two cups of hot coffee, and sitting there quietly listening to lives go on, thinking of the day.
Meeting at noon. Kent was there, 90 mph Kent, whose father is an attorney. He is terminally handsome, well-built, sharp, verbal as hell, and a dynamic speaker. Most people tend to sit up and listen when he begins his rap, and I'm certainly no exception.
And of all I've heard there at 8th Street, his understanding of alcoholism is the closest to mine I've yet encountered. We do not hang out together, but we, um, recognize each other. A good meeting. A blonde young thing all heartbroken over a relationship which lasted a scant two weeks. Her paramour carries about a bottle of sparkling grape juice and some wafers and is forever trying to convince someone to join him in "communion." Methinks she's lucky to be rid of him.
My new $10 WalMart sleeping bag kept me toasty last night, down in the low 40s. It's smaller than my other bag, and so slips within and provides mammoth loft. Enough, even, for Kansas winters. Or so the theory goes....
This is the Dharma Winter, and I'm quite enjoying it. I don't seem to have the slightest self-pity; more a sense of, man, this is a grrrreat story you're living right now, dood. Heh. Vee shall see.
Not really in the mood to write just now. Aloha to all of you.
Ms, sorry I've not written. Will get off my okole (Hawaiian--you can figger it out) soon and do so.
Rebecca...woman does not live by designing webpages alone.
Sierra...well, hell...what can I say?
Connie...hope ya get the job. Sounds great.
Linda...thanks for writing. You're wonderful, too.
Carol...how are you?
Dalila...I love that translation!
Barbara...excitement is contagious, eh?
Couple of you NEVER write. Whass the deal? Want out of this Vicious Circle/Cycle? Just saaay the secret word, as Groucho used to say.
I will be creative one of these days. Not today, not this evening. It's not scheduled yet. Be patient.
Much aloha,
Dickens
