17.6.17



there was a laissez-faire to the day

the local districts were self-congratulating

graduating junior high and high school students who didnt deserve their commencement or diplomas


it was June midafternoon Central Coast California hot

he ran ceiling fans inside the house because he disliked air-conditioning

it was 92degrees inside

in the sun outside he was real happy he woke early and soaked his outdoor plants that couldnt duck for the cover of shade and had to withstand the sun for the benefit of other beings

his feral cats werent hungry or present  they found some place with cool earth to lay their bellys on

he sweat as he wrote standing at the porch railing 

a slight breeze trembled the beads of sweat that run out from his underarms off his temples the hairline at his neck and down his back

his cold bottle of beer commiserated and sweat too



the Eighth grade graduated every student there was

thirty-eight percent couldnt read at their grade-level

and of that thirty-eight percent only twenty-two percent would be able to attend remedial help at the high school

talk about setting the table

but then it was a rural districtit was stout Republican ranchers and farmers fourth and fifth generation Californian

they were are thick as Mormonsand many many were

their wealth was quietly conspicuous

you had to let the hints add upit was simple arithmetic

one plus one plus one equals 

but the one-ups didnt stop accumulating

and they knew who they were and who you werent


it was fascinating


there was no requirement for free-thinking

the free-thinkers would succeed and leave

what remained took orders well




Man  it was nelly hot as hell        


1752,  Friday,  16  6. 17
1507,  Saturday,  17  6. 17
1313 days remaining  fingers crossed fewer

16.6.17




in an astonishing aside to President Drumpfs public admission Friday that he is under investigation by Special counselor Mueller one of his aides overheard singing Zeppelins When the Levee Breaks stated categorically they meant nothing by it when they were informed that was the song they were singing

they furthur stated they were unaware and unconsciously had   if they did

1057,  Friday,  16  6. 17



he texted her 
           Idiot. Me. Happy anniversary, love, my buckwheat, my Only. #106, two shy of 9 years(it was his favorite number so he never wrote 9 out).  So happy we’re together.

as he sent it he immediately heard in his ears his daughters and son-in-law chide him Wasnt counting the months to a relationship supposed to have gone away in your teens

Maybe they went out with yours he replied but I think youve forgotten Im a numbers guya boring matter-of-fact numbers guy  

If Im not mistaken I texted you when Dig went 337337 miles

he couldnt tell them how was anxious he was for Digger to go 337733 miles  the numbers turning over under his eyes on the obsolete cammed odometer – to-day its digital shit – he didnt ownwouldnt own a digital clock or watch and dug resetting the hands of his clocks Spring(forward) Fall(back) at two in the morning


they had been106 delightful loving months

she was a creative like him and was altering her watercolourist background becoming a computer-graphics artist 

her relishing art was only second to his  they were ardent devotees 

prior to her no one in his life wanted to discuss art attend exhibits let alone could knowledgably run the gamut with him of Romanticism to Realism to Impressionism to Modernism  and the scores of mingled schools movements and collectives

she had been unexpected

they were unexpected


she was thirty years younger than he


1521,  Thursday, #106,  15  6. 17
The Turtles  Happy Together  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mRCe5L1imxg