Thursday, July 20, 2017

Blurb.

















Planning for mid and late summer musical frolics...

So hot! At 1am! Welcome to the new world climate order.

Many things afoot in the underbrush...

1. It's the ending of a long time.
2. It's the beginning, or pre-beginning, of a new time.
3. We're gonna record an album, by gum!
4. Will I be able to travel in the future (not "into" the future, merely "in" the future)?
5. The way to be is in some way obvious, but having the wherewithal to take necessary leaps is a challenge. There is no easy way.
6. Many more things.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Day tripping at St. Peter's.

One-lane town with charm. Get out of the car. Walk to the bakery. Order sandwiches. Sit on the deck. Look at the other day trippers picking about the boulders. Walk to the boulders and the stream. Pick gingerly about the boulders and the stream. Get an ice cream. Keep it from dripping over the side so your finger don't sticky. Go back to the car. Drive around the bucolic surrounderings. Anticipate urban encroachments the closer you get. Pull in back at your ranch with the feeling of accomplishment, a little tired and sleepy.

All in all, it's what happened.
Looking down at the other day trippers, streaming it. Chinese nuclear family with athletically fashionable mom and delicate son, less fashionable dad (gramps?), and American family, dad with big cowboy hat, t-shirt, and flip-flops.
Little world, floating up from the garden.
That's right, America. Get with program.
 Watergate.
 Summer foliage with person in foreground.
Spirits in the material world.
Don't walk this way.
Purple is the color of my true love's door.