the kid looked like a ginger Tom Sawyerno Huck Finn atall no mischief no spitting in his palm when he was lost slapping it with two fingers and going in the direction the biggest gob of spit led No no perceptible charisma a foot soldier a devotee one who took orders and followed them without question

                                                                               just the kind of person either Christ or an evangelist would love unerring  unquestioning

all that cascaded in his brain as they approached each other on the main road through town

he knew the town

he was an outlier

his daughters still couldnt believe he was living there after his wifetheir mother died

he smiled patiently explained that it was their choice to move to it to live in a more rural setting  Youve made your choices as women  You didnt have a choice when you were girlsI know that 

Iyou must know love being a fly in the ointment a stick in the eye a burr under a saddle Im happy here up in their face

You know that

they did

          still theyon occasion wondered where hed go if he didnt live there

I havent a clue

If I were unhappy I might give it some thought

But Im happy

Excuse me the ginger asked after they exchanged nodschimed hellos Do you have a moment?

Yes

the young man extended a pamphlet towards him I wondered if you might . .

. . Ohno he said abruptly looking into the gingers hand he glimpsed GOD halfway down in its text GOD is always written in capitals and bold he wondered if GAWD was insecure

No thank you

Im not a believer

Not a believer? ginger was incredulous his eyes suddenly went wet a cherry  a cherry presented to convert a Christians wet dream  he could probably taste it

Not a believer? again it had to be echoing shallowly in his erotic imaginings

Correct  Keep your pamphlet

ginger did not withdraw it

                            enthusiastically he chimed just like saying Hello When we die, all of us, when we die we’ll all come face to face with Jesus Christ.

Not me

Did you want to talk about it?  the pamphlet still hung in the space between them  a rope a lifesaver extended to a drowning man who hadnt any idea he was drowning  We could talk about it.

We just did

             he had no intentions of cockteasing the boy any furthur

1440,  Monday,  23  9. 19

1308,  Twosday,  24  9. 19

http://www.msnbc.com/rachel-maddow/watch/schiff-slams-doj-for-isolating-intel-community-whistleblower-69431365984?cid=eml_mra_20190920

http://www.msnbc.com/rachel-maddow/watch/whistleblower-process-breaks-down-against-covering-for-trump-69540421782?cid=eml_mra_20190922

the problem

             a problem he realised a long time ago is prevalent and persistent and unwarranted it seems an obsession that people have that they have to ask others what they think he or she ought to do that theyfor some odd reason have to be told or assured what their mind is what they should do

whether position or status whether professional or personal  they bear strictures and responsibilitiesobligations that we know that we understand

when he went to dinner he didnt ask his date or whoever he was eating with what he should order

perhaps simplisticyes

                        however one knows what theyre supposed to do Do it Dont ask permission or questions in order to perform your assigned designated responsibilities

too often hed been asked  What do you think?

blandlynearly blithely he responded I know you know what youre supposed to do Dont ask me Im not flattered you have

do what you know youre supposed to do

precedent exists

if someone wants to change the rules

you better damnwell ask why ask them their reasons 

if their reasons arent good enoughthey dont convince you call them out

if need be go over their heads

challenge their authority

hed been doing it since he was a boy

he was called cantankerous

                              how could he not wear that as a stripe of honour

he was cantankerous

Thank you hed reply

0940,  Day-between-Two-Ts, 25  9. 19

he should have paid more attention to his body than to the old North Chicagoland neighbourhood he walked through through the oak and elm chestnut sassafras  maple catalpa and beech

                                                                           but it was Fall the leaves were fantastic aflame coloured yellow red ochre shivering and trembling in the windsome letting-go ahead of an oncoming rain

he turned up his coat collar against the crispness  jabbed his hands deep into his pockets

as he walked he became fascinated too by slightlybroken the crackled tongues of concrete drives that ran down to the side streets between the parkway lawn and trees

there were very few blacktopped drives 

when he came upon one it stuck out blatantly marring the neighbourhoods picturesque overture had he been an immediate neighbour he would have not only campaigned bitterlycomplaining about the lost beauty  but also that their decision to blacktop denigrated their property value  and his

  Ah 

          in his pocket he fingered a stone his daughter gave him a blue lace agate it brings gentleness to the spirit 
she felt he needed to be more gentle to himself and others he was brusque  often angry  as she interpreted his remarks    

he smiled at her very warmly when she gave it to him You wanna tell me that not every hill is a hill to die on 

Yes. You take things personally. You’re ardent. I don’t want your anger diminishing you.

It wont baby Its the furnace I keep my fire inkeep my water hot  Its passion 

You wouldnt want me to diminish my passion

Passion, Dad? I don’t know that passion, and anger, are synonymous.

Baby  theyre as synonymous as love and hatetwo sides of the same coin or a keenlyhoned razors edge separating its faces

bemused  she smiled  her dimples dimpling

Thank you love Ill keep it with me always to remind me to try to be calm

Thank you, Dad, you’re welcome. I just don’t want your er passion ha to express itself, make you ill; it’s stress no matter how you want to paint it.

Ill keep that in mind too

You will. I know you’re mindful.

Yes I am

gentle spirit

              turning his eye from the occasional eyesore he also recognised that trees which grew on peoples front lawns were either encircled by low fieldstone or loose paver walls which enhanced their stature appearance  making them seem to be sitting tall on pedestals  or they were runabout by bricks stood on their edges  within them grew a variety of grasses or stands of flowering plants some were bedded with the lush deepgreen foliage of Lily of the Valley  others were surrounded by naked black loam churnedoverturned the simple care to aerate their roots

  Ah

          he should have listened to his body rather than getting caught up the yards and trees and homes
as the rain began to fall while he tapped his kidney -- if he were blind hed know his grandchildren because the girls always told him before they went on a walk with him that they tapped kidneys  We pushed until we blew air, Grampa – he failed to pay attention to the quietweight in his guts
                                                          and as the rain fell he cramped  but the cramping wasnt sustained  if only it sustained itself a halfblock more he wouldnt have shit himself

rubbing the blue lace agate in his pocket he sighed Vonneguts trademark Oh well, oh well, oh well.

now he had something to do that afternoon when not too long prior he wondered what he would do when he returned from his walkwhen he was back to the home he was housesitting for a friend

1114,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  28  8. 19 

1249, Monday,  23  9. 19 

if you give someone enough rope

theyll hang themselves

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/live/2019/sep/24/trump-and-johnson-to-meet-amid-impeachment-and-brexit-woes-live

1621,  Twosday,  24  9. 19

in a very select lottery

finally a winner has appeared

an anonymous whistleblower  pointing their finger at the president  issued a formal complaint succinctly saying  No, not on my watch.

money was not won

courage has finally reared its head  

were to acknowledge it and to be sure it is bestowed

this is a profile in courage

1603,  Twosday,  24  9. 19

fuckin weedwhackers right up theretucked up in the ass of fuckin airblowers  noisy cheap devises for people who are too lazy to do the job right
                            correctly   

correct
        his granddaughter spelled correct crocet

Baby he pointed to the word at the head of a page of what he thought were vocabulary words Whas this word crocet mean 

Can’t you read English, Grampa? That’s correct. 

Correct No it aint Crocet aint correct not even if you tortured me would I admit crocet was correct Not in a million years

she shrugged Teacher says it’s okay.

she didnt correct the spelling 

Your teachers an ass 

his granddaughter would be shit at crossword puzzles or Scrabble rarely did people entertain themselves playing Scrabble any longer  

words  correct spellings  didnt seem to matter

he misspelled words

                      but he misspelled them on purpose for affect he knew he spelled them incorrectly Oops incrocetly

FUCK

Educations mucking it up they dont want to stifle a childs creative expression  

Yah If stopping to spell a word correctly stifles a kid then what you have is a kid wholl be a worker bee an ant  a factory worker 

correct spellingthat tack  shouldnt take anyone off expressing themselves a feeble attention span

it seemed to him it excused a teacher from circling the word in red ink and deductingreducing the childs grade which would teach them something that would teach them that they have skin in the game unlessofcourse the intention is to create imbeciles

got enough imbeciles walking around touting their ignorance unabashedly believing their twocents is real currency fuckin weedwhackers Get down on your hands and knees and do the work

what tippedenraged him was his observation an innocent observation he stopped to admire a fence it was erectedran before a sizable lot an immense home nearly tenthousand square feet the lot likely exceeded five acres

the fence line ran probably threehundred feet disregard being interrupted by a concrete driveway wide enough for three cars to pass side by side without unnerving a driver conspicuous consumption

Hughes  In a Lonely Place she wrote There’s nothing wrong with money. It’s what goes with it. Her face was stony. Bastards . . . Rich men. And rich women. They believe the earth was created for them. They don’t have to think or feel – all they have to do is buy it.

the fence was hung on six-by-six posts clenched between themturned on edgebracketed with stainless steel cleats were four-by-four rails

it was a beefy fence 

                      however whomever maintained the enormous lawn were undermining it  rather than getting down on their hands and knees and using clippers along the base of the six-by-sixes they whippedscarred them with a weedwhacker he wasnt being ridiculous  erosion is insidious erosion is Chinese water torture and who would know better than a culture thousands upon thousands of years old say Xia   say oracle bone inscriptions

hed take them at their word

the US would be lucky to squeeze out three centuries

regarding Hughes again

                           the US wouldnt be able to buy its way out of the erosion it allowed to persist

Stupid stupid Americans

1105,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  28  8. 19

1225,  Sunday,  22  9. 19

Zaeger and Evans  In the Year 2525  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKQfxi8V5FA

The United Nations Climate Summit 

                                      “U.S. President Donald Trump dropped by the summit, listened to German Chancellor Angela Merkel make detailed pledges — including going coal-free — and left without saying anything.”

he fantasises that perhaps when cunt shows up to address the U. N. that perhaps the chamber will either be empty or what world delegates show Russia they will sit with their backs to the podium

1731,  Monday,  23  9. 19

https://www.staradvertiser.com/2019/09/23/breaking-news/you-are-failing-us-plans-frustration-at-u-n-climate-talks/

Greta Thunberg  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KAJsdgTPJpU

he never cared for recessed entries

an architect might have thought himself cleverIdiot people loved to think themselves clever it had to be a satisfying pastime superior

                    he disliked people who thought themselvesbelieved themselves superior  thats why wars are continually fought were consistentlycontinually assholes foul to our genes  if we havent learned by now well never learn  he spent time during the day trying to imagine the next Earththe next iteration of the dominant species  he couldnt get past cockroacheswas hung up on them   he hated to think that the Age of Homo sapiens would be followed by the Age of Articulating Cockroaches  however  disgusted by the current cunt in the White House  possibly they were the tastethe precursor to the Age of Cockroaches

No he didnt like recessed entry wayswalls to either side 

                                                            like walking into a box canyon  box canyons werent cool if you didnt wanna fight your way back out

the recessed house was light tan adobe  ivoryhue stucco 

it looked like a mask to hide behind a mask a bad doctor might wear to be confused with a good doctor or like a bandit to hide their features to make a getaway without having to shoot someone in the face not that they wouldnt or lacked compunction brains and blood might be tracked obviating their escape route

recessed entries were like people who wore sunglasses to hide their eyes hide where they were actually looking  

dishonest

Nope  never did care for them

0835,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  28  8. 19

1535,  Saturday,  21  9. 19

Sonny and Cher  Bang Bang  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x2mBCVejzSM 

OohgodOooOhChristYes Yahyah yes ohfuckyes yes 

                                                         her cries gave him a hard-on    

the howls gasps came out through a secondstorey window above a blacktopped driveway above a three-car garage above a netted basketball hoop and backboard GAME ON

he was on foot innocently walking by 

the cries piqued him  if there had been a tree in the front yard he would have scamperedupclimbed it to try and get an eyeful

       from sound of things she was either breaking his nose or he had her from behind and crossfucked her ass and pussy there was a throatiness to her criesgasps suggesting a line had been crossed a violation though unimaginedunexpectedly pleasant         

she sounded wellgreased welllubed

they he thought twoit couldnt have been more  probably didnt expect foot traffic under the open window if they thought plenty of traffic passed on the street but those car windows were closed anif open from within pumpedplayed music which was a means to fortify them for their day no matter either way the drivers were conspicuously deaf to her cries
they sucks to be them wouldnt have heard her Oohfuckyah GODdamns

there was a mailman up the roadhad passed inside his vehicle delivering to postboxes stabbed just inside the shallow rounded concrete curbs  it appeared he too was probably plugged into his devise and deaf

the mailman missed the howls

everyone deaf dumb an blind Monkeys! everyone seemed to have missed her except him  briefly he wondered what that said of him as briefly he knew he was just in the right place at the right time Too bad there wasnt a tree

he had halfamind to go up the front walk and ring the doorbell try his hand or cock or tongue at her DEPENDING depending  he had a high-bar he wouldnt fuck to fuck

never

          he possessed an invigorated imagination and occasionally jacked-off to imagined women and came harder with them than with the real deal

he thought halfamind

Awwell Let em alone

Nice someone was fucking while everyone else was working or on their way to work they threepossibly more  were the exceptions

           

0829,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  28  8. 19
1245,  Saturday,  21  9. 19

Zeppelin  Whole Lotta Love  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mln0RciE2o0   

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TBHrQVdNKZU

   awright 

                   so I misstated myself

Im back

1412,  Reggae Friday,  20  9. 19

she smiled quickly though it seemed fraught with something
                                                                 got hungup asif snagged hooked   bittersweet

she closed her eyes from behind them she said It was love at first sight.

Truly

Yes. Truly.

Youll have to explain it to me Ive not experienced itlust at first sight yah  Not love

You’ve been in love.

Yes Three times

Three times? her eyes openedbulged a bit 

Hey Im older than you

But three times?  You’ve been married three times?

Why would anyone marry three times

No 

Youre cute

Although I could imagine circumstances that might provideencourage three marriages Though overall no

How then have you fallen in love three times?

Ill assume youre forgetting your puppy loveyour first love School days love

Ah, yes. But that was immature.

It was love no matterYoure heart leaptyou grinned like a hyena You felt like you walked on air

Yes.

Now, now that I remember.

Excuse me  How can you forget

It was childish.

No matter Our childhood dictates who we become We should remember history My story His story Your story Her story We come from stories

Yes Ive fallen in love three times

Not once though love at first sight

Obviously youre obliged now to say how it was love at first sight

Again Never happening to me  It sounds preposterous

I thought when my heart flipped I was being preposterous too; I thought I was having a heart attack, my breath seized, my hand went to my chest. 

Better love, don’t you think, than a heart attack at twentysix?

he smiled Infinitely better

she smiled this time joyfully  clean as a whistle deeply remembering the moment  It was wondrous.

And where did this wondrous happen

Church.

OhChrist

Really

Arent you supposed to be lovingcherishing someone else at church when youre there

Yes. Yes.  I . . I was swept away. I fell in love when I saw him, I was struck. 

Shannon said it was the same for him.

I have no recollection what the priest celebrated that day. I was outside his affect, his words, the sermon. I felt love; I saw love embodied in a single man.

You didnt have relationships in schoolhigh school

No.

Did you go to collegeno relationships in college

I went to college. I didn’t have relationships, no. I went to college for my studies.

Ill tell ya had I been at school with you I would have made a play for you.

Play. I suppose I’m not one who has ever played.

Thats remarkable I have other words but Ill spare you 

We can agree Different strokes for different folks

Yes.

So no relationships until you fell in love at first sight

Yes. None.

Twentysix years

Twentysix years.

It was worth the wait.

You believe  think  know   know it was worth the wait

Yes. I know it was worth the wait.

Was it worth Shannons wait

Are you asking if Shannon was a virgin too?

Yes

You’re very brazen.

I am

Our nuptial bed was our first time making love.

Ah I prefer making ordinary sex

Yet you say you had three loves.

Yes Dont mistake me I dig making lovemaking love to have children But sex is beautiful tooalbeit never on your horizon 

Different strokes

Three times you were in love.

Yes

Love one was my first real girlfriend puppy love if you will

My second love was my wife She died

My third lovemy most unexpected love is Hallie

I’m sorry.

Theres no reason to be sorry Life Life is life Until death do you part With that vow one will die before the other  

Its no brainer

When did you, as you say unexpectedly, meet Hallie?

Six years later

Six years?

Six years 

I wasnt looking for anyone 

Hallie wasnt either

Then we met a second time 

I was awed

Hallie concurredI love that she concurred She was awed too

Awed is not in love at first sight

I know  know your experience is rare Maria

I am happyelated to have heard it from your mouth

Thank you.

Youre a rare bird 

                   unlike birds who let their passions have free rein  not sublimated by sterile culling dogma  

1143,  Twosday,  27  8. 19

1336,  Sunday,  15  9. 19

Lynyrd Skynyrd  Free Bird  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CqnU_sJ8V-E