4.7.17



he called his parents for the 4th

they were sitting outdoors in the tree-shaded lower drive enjoying the summer heat waft by a cool Lake Michigan breeze

he imagined they sat in their forestgreen vinylstrapped aluminum lawn chairs which most people who live outside the Midwest havent fucking a clue how refreshing those chairs are


Its eightythree degrees his father said Zero humidity

Crazy Dad  No humidity  Sixtyseven here this morning

Sixtyseven!  You got to be kiddin me

No  Sixtyseven  If you remember when we spoke Sunday before I went into work that evening I said it was seventyseven to yourwha  eightyfour

Yes Eightyfour

Yeah  Imagine that  Youre running hotter in Illinois than me on the Central Coast

Nuts  huh

Yes
    Unlike anything weve seen in our lifetimes    Food for thought


when his mother took the telephone to join in the pleasantries of their conversation pepper it with her own tack reiteratinghe interruptedthings shed already mentioned  You told me if you were repeating yourself I should say so
Yes  however I didnt expect youd interrupt me so abruptly
Maw when you have the floor its tough to get you off your feet so I gotta yank real hard


Yeswell   theres that

Yes there is
suddenly she burst out with a laughreminded of something and to his father saying Leave it alone If you keep checking to see if its stopped bleeding youll only cause it to bleed more  Leave it BE     

he said into the receiver Leave what be  to bring her back into their conversationshed prattle on with his father nearly forgetting she was already conversing

Ohyes  she laughed some more    Your father fell over backwards in the garden this morning

your father always felt like an accusation to himhe didnt marry himYour husband fell over backwards in the garden

What

Dad

Yes   Your father    

it always had to go that way

How did my father fall

she laughed again  to his father  Bob  what did you say you tripped over again   and as he said her laughter overrode his voice  he didnt hear  she didnt hear  she laughed too hard

Again she asked  then to him she said  Its a lulu

A lulu

What he fell over  huh       Yes Bob   Yes       Thats it   Your father fell over a podgola

A wha    Podgola   Pod – go – la

Yes thats how he pronounced it

Whaddahells a podgola

his mother was too busy laughing into the receiver to answer

she left him to discern a podgola  Soyour husband fell over the little monkey he keeps to help him with the gardencloser to the groundadept feet and handscute lil organgrinders captin cup hanging off the mini toolbelt Dad fashioned for it

that put her over the moon

between fits of laughter breaths to recover he barely overheard his father Your laughing at meYoure both laughing at me

into her trippling laughter  Whas a podgola

through her laughterjoyous tears she sputtered Think  my  pagoda   she had several small tiered pagodas in the yard

Whywoud a pagodawhich makes sensethough makes me miss the little monkey all the more whywoud a pagoda be in the garden

Woowoowoo  woo  It marks a corner of the garden plot  woo


So he knew it was there It didnt sneak up and trip him

she began howling again


as he waited on her he really missed the little garden monkey working low where itdbe more difficult for his father to reachHer husband


1034,  Twosday,  Fourth of July!(closest thing he was going to get to fireworks in the Wild, Wild West)
  
Willie West  I’m Still a Man (God Have Mercy) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G3eKB8BkD7M
The Escape Club  Wild, Wild West  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V6gRx_aV2zA

3.7.17



the cowhide-covered GATEWAY cube appears  then beneath it  To skip disk checking, press any key within 9 seconds  8 seconds  7 seconds  6 seconds  5 seconds  4 seconds  3 seconds  2 seconds  1 second

he didnt

he nearly couldnt

it reminded him too much of black and white televised Cape Canaveral countdowns John Glenn Alan Shepard Mercury it reminded him too much of the Kennedy Space Center NASAs countdowns Apollo launches
Gus Grissom Edward White Roger Chaffee 


it reminded him of the stars 

being offplanet




every time he started his computer he relished its monotonous countdown
he was eager for  what?
                   for more often than not he had an idea where he wanted to go but after his onset how he got to where he ended up he had no idea how he got there

he could cheat  read his history  but he liked to leave it untouched for his girlfriend to peruse 
she couldnt help herself

when she admitted itshe always did he reminded her of the proverb Curiosity killed the pussy(he loved the look in her eyes)


It killed the cat                                       

Maybe kills your cat  It kills pussy in my world

Forcryinoutloud

Reading my history gets you pussylike it or not   Easily remedied


he was all about remedies



curiously the countdowns reminded him of a conversation he had a long time ago with his maw

as a young boy he had a proclivity for getting lost

he got lost because he was sure he wouldnt

he knew his way


If you think about it Maw  you screwed up when you taught me our home telephone number NE1-5471
  
I cant believe you remember the number                   

I cant believe you dont remember the times I ended up using it when I was lost

You got lost often

I did  Hence why you screwed upI shouldnt say you I should say you and Dad and Gramma

How did we screw up

You should have taught me a wrong number  First time out the gate I would have been one less mouth to feedand we had plenty of mouths to feed  Economically viable and brilliantutterly brilliant

Youre terrible

No more terrible than Paw telling me to go out and play in trafficbut if I could wait one moment  he had to call Uncle Gene first and up my life insurance

He was teasing Joe

He was prescient  And you didnt see the gleam in his eye     I would define it cha-ching

You are terrible


So everyone says



he liked that he had a countdown every day and he was eager for  What?
Let it come                    

Hell  he cherished that he woke up alive   he unwrapped each day slowly delicately like an unexpected Christmas gift

  

1900,  Saturday,  1  7. 17
1124,  Monday,  3  7. 17

2.7.17



he was troubled by the headline of the Nation: Daring to Dream in the Age of Trump(he wished theyd get his name right: Drumpf)  and Age Age?  era  epoch  a Warholian glimmer of fame  or defamation    nonothing of the sort   journalistic hyperbole  it certainly grabbed his attention    

his take on Americas sorted presidential quagmire was simple arithmetic

he equated Drumpf with president and president with cunt

he laughed out loud Sunday morning when he read online the Guardian headline: “‘I’m president, they’re not’: Donald Trump(the Guardian gets his name wrong too) savages media at veteran’s rally”(the posted picture shows the president before a smiling phalanx of older white men(an evangelical event) who one could assume were veterans(of one thing or another although it was implied they were military veterans)  Drumpf was exercising his new pony fraud news over his old hat fake news whose traction to his mind was DOA since its inception

DOA  as the Drumpf presidency

applying his arithmetic to the headline made him laugh aloud: ‘I’m a cunt, they’re not’ 

it never never got old


0904,  Sunday,  2  7. 17