Thursday, July 25, 2019
play me a song?
cole swindel -too late
(Just a pretty song.)
Congrats, Virgo! You are beginning the denouement of your yearly cycle. Anything you do to resolve lingering conflicts and finish up old business will yield fertile rewards. Fate will conspire benevolently in your behalf as you bid final goodbyes to the influences you'll be smart not to drag along with you into the new cycle that will begin in a few weeks. To inspire your holy work, I give you this poem by Virgo poet Charles Wright: "Knot by knot I untie myself from the past / And let it rise away from me like a balloon. / What a small thing it becomes. / What a bright tweak at the vanishing point, blue on blue."
Sunday, July 21, 2019
Me: happy birthday Dad
Him: I'm still alive
Me: clearly
Him: so you're coming on the 10th or 11th?
Me: yes
Him: and you're staying here with the boys?
Me: the boys are staying with you, I'm going to work in Stevens Point for a few days
Him: why don't I go with you and leave the boys here?
Me: oh hell No! spend time with your grandchildren, I'm going north to work and going on a date, you're not invited to either
Him: is the family meeting the date?
Me: maybe? (not)
Him: whatever, you go through men like flies anyway
Me: first of all, I don't need you saying stupid shit like that to some poor guy whose only crime is liking me, and what the fuck does "going through a fly" even mean?
Him: I mean they come and go like flies
Me: (sigh) Dad, you are really going to have to get over Aar**, everyone is over him but you
Him: that fucker
Me: he did his best
Him: bring the date so I can start hating him
Me: uh huh, until I go through him like a fly?
How could anyone wonder at my ambivalence toward men and my sporadic urge to tackle wack scratch them?
Him: I'm still alive
Me: clearly
Him: so you're coming on the 10th or 11th?
Me: yes
Him: and you're staying here with the boys?
Me: the boys are staying with you, I'm going to work in Stevens Point for a few days
Him: why don't I go with you and leave the boys here?
Me: oh hell No! spend time with your grandchildren, I'm going north to work and going on a date, you're not invited to either
Him: is the family meeting the date?
Me: maybe? (not)
Him: whatever, you go through men like flies anyway
Me: first of all, I don't need you saying stupid shit like that to some poor guy whose only crime is liking me, and what the fuck does "going through a fly" even mean?
Him: I mean they come and go like flies
Me: (sigh) Dad, you are really going to have to get over Aar**, everyone is over him but you
Him: that fucker
Me: he did his best
Him: bring the date so I can start hating him
Me: uh huh, until I go through him like a fly?
How could anyone wonder at my ambivalence toward men and my sporadic urge to tackle wack scratch them?
Thursday, July 18, 2019
Wednesday, July 17, 2019
Tuesday, July 16, 2019
poof, you are Scabulous
Once when I was trailing my fingers across my Greek's skin, I happened on a scar faded to white. What's that from? He had to think a minute before he could rembember.
That's what this does. It reduces all scabs to faded scars, the direct sources of which are just indistinct memories, harder to summon from now on and completely painless anymore. Not just for me - so mote it be typa deal. I made pepper dip pepper chicken peppercrusted bread, old grudges old pains old plans all transmuted through the healthy guts of best things, children and dogs.
Go, Blessed Be.
Full Moon in Capricorn:
Monday, July 15, 2019
Twice in one day?
That's two more thoughts I have had on that subject than in about the last 10 years. Was a puppy born named Optimus or something?
Whelp solar eclipse full moon in Capricorn peaking midday tomorrow. I am building slingshot into outerspace...
That's two more thoughts I have had on that subject than in about the last 10 years. Was a puppy born named Optimus or something?
Whelp solar eclipse full moon in Capricorn peaking midday tomorrow. I am building slingshot into outerspace...