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Wednesday, June 30, 2010
June 30
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Tuesday, June 29, 2010
June 29
This car was parked right outside the bank this morning, and carried a red 5-gallon container of gasoline in the front passenger's seat, a dirty rag stuffed in the spout. It reminds me of one of my old cars impounded for ugliness. No word if there was a bomb threat in front of the bank today.
Traveling again today. This time away from Denver, and the high plains.
Nothing so rare as a day in June.
Monday, June 28, 2010
June 28
Preceded by a wedding kiss.
Followed by wedding cake, of course.
I'm not making this up!
Sunday, June 27, 2010
June 27
This alien loony computer doesn't have video capability. Maybe this should be a words only entry. After all, the novel is not going to have videos or pictures or multimedia performance art. OMG. "Can this really be the end? To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again."
Sure enough, driving through Sterling, CO, the bank clock thermometer blinked 103. Hot and dry. Loons cannot survive here. But the wheat fields are turning from bright green to yellow. They are a beautiful chartreuse, the color of lies. That's just what the color wheel says.
So, no loons, just lunacy. Wheat the color of lies. And a novel that refuses to be written.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
June 26
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Friday, June 25, 2010
June 25
Thursday, June 24, 2010
June 24
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I've seen people look in mirrors like this. Fluff fluff, peck peck. Classic obsessive behavior. It's why I always park under the same tree.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
June 23
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
June 22
7.5 miles total
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Monday, June 21, 2010
Summer
This book contains no SUGAR!
Well, carrying the least amount of weight while hiking at altitude, got me to thinking about high protein, low carbohydrates to drop pounds. Hence the South Beach Diet. And, cake came up on Day 3. It is now Day 11. Climbing Pleasant Mountain is not easy without sugar. In fact, it's near impossible, and I'd like to discourage myself from trying it again. But it's summer, a fat horse, tender against the spurs. And muscles require fuel, and fuel most readily accessible is sugar. Get going, girl.
Knock Knock. Who's there? Banana. Banana who? Knock Knock. Who's there? Banana. Banana who? Knock Knock. Who's there? Orange. Orange who? Orange you glad I didn't say banana?
This should be the last cake entry for those who tire of obsessive behavior.
Happy Summer. May you live happily in the fullness of the season.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Fathers Day and Anniversary
Saturday, June 19, 2010
June 19
Friday, June 18, 2010
June 18
"Woman in white, Q: 'How long does Love, with a capital L, last?'
Woman in purple jacket, A: 'Love, with a captial L, is outside of time. Love is not bounded by time. Love has always been and will always be.'"
Thursday, June 17, 2010
June 17
On one of the recent practice hikes up Pleasant Mountain, I overheard part of a conversation between three college-aged women who were climbing up as I was descending. The three women were physically disparate. The first was a tall blonde with a scalloped and scooped neckline that showed off her bosom in the style of young women today. The second was dark, petite, wearing a dark brown pork pie hat, and climbing with a 6 foot walking stick. The third woman wore a long unbecoming white T shirt with some orange lettering. She had long light brown hair and was the one talking.
As they passed, I heard the last woman say, "How long does Love, with a capital L, last?"
So at the car, there was just one other vehicle, a silver SUV, in the lot. It must belong to them, right? I got a napkin out of my glove compartment, a pen out of the cup holder, and wrote my answer. I folded the napkin, and lifted the windshield wiper of the SUV to secure the note. Then I drove off. Can you imagine what they might have thought on arriving back at their car and discovering the napkin note?
What would your answer be?
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
June 16
Kaali was summoned and drank all the blood of the Raktabijas while they were killed at battle, before any blood reached the ground. She saved the day, the fierce and bloodthirsty Goddess of Destruction and Darkness.
This morning a sneering picture of Raktabija was hanging on the walls of all my cells. Not good. For Raktabija, that is. Steak for breakfast, blood pudding for lunch and blood sausage for supper. And not a drop was spilled. But was that steak, or cake? Blood pudding or chocolate pudding? Blood sausage or Polish sausage?
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
June 15
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The last cycle of a 4-stroke engine.
Exhaust!ion.
What was it this reminded me of?
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Monday, June 14, 2010
Flag Day
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Happy Flag Day!
Saturday, June 12, 2010
June 12
Friday, June 11, 2010
June 11
Thursday, June 10, 2010
June 10
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Wednesday, June 9, 2010
June 9
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
June 8
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At least they don't have spikes.
Monday, June 7, 2010
June 7
But the doors say 9 AM
A new journal awaits inside, then on to Cabela's for antibug stuff for clothes, and maybe new pants and a shirt for hiking. Can't very well have the same outfit as the previous year.
The parking in this lot is choice.
Maybe have to go next door to Macy's for the prom dress sale.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
June 5
Friday, June 4, 2010
June 4
Searching for the Red Feather is a book of poetry, now a limited liability company in aviation.
This should have been a Cardinal, but the pretty 170 will have to do. Wasn't this a grass strip outside of Rumford? Was it the Two Fools fly in? Or Bowman Field?