the office

it's been an uphill struggle..getting a futon into the office and putting things where they go...so many things are in a jumble..need to go through my desk(s)..sort out what's in those and get ready for the cable guy to come.  He'll hook up a flatscreen tv on the file cabinet and then there will be news and PBS again after about four years or more..little by little it has all come together...the problem having been allowing my  young neighbor to move in there before I did...and then when I did, well..there were two housepayments to make and no renters in either space but me living in studio in the new one and going  home to cook for the foster son at the other one...what a rat race that was..

now I'm reading Phillip Roth...I tell ya that Portnoy's Complaint is a sheer ball of wax...couple with that I watched Showtime story The Affair and it ended abruptly with the teacher guy Solway going to the clink because he killed the man who got his funky daughter pregnant..really?   when he did he do that?  he's last seen sitting with the woman Alison he had the affair with and she's got a haircut and doesn't look like a fatlipped teenager anymore and then there's a knock on the door and off goes daddio to jail for murder...never saw it coming, about the worst portrayal of some kind of murder mystery I ever watched...the sex was raw, breathing exercises throughout...other than that, poorly developed character's like Alison's hubby, once seen on Dawson's Creek about 95 years ago...some guy who's like really brutal to Alison in t he beginning, looked like rape to me..but there it was..watched this crummy story for a couple nights while reading Portnoy's Complaint inbetween that's probably what did it, one was truly awful as the other, but now I'm on another Roth book and it's called Indignation, so far so good, a lot more character development and a lot less insufferable complaint about childhood...I hope Roth doesn't think he's the only one with parents who were overboard with the dire predictions and so on...my father once referred to my budding chest as the 'two growths on  my chest'..in front of my four little brothers aged 12 and younger, who immediately sniggered...and I'm still living down the humiliation from that experience...so Portnoy share the stage with the rest of us...I got my head shaved when I was 15 (about) because I didn't want to cut it, I wanted it to grow long...my mother had my dad drag me into the kitchen and they cut my hair while I sobbed on the kitchen floor...it's not brutality it's being a teenager...it's how it is and if you survive sometimes when you're an adult you think about walking off a tall bridge or just never getting out of bed again...something...but you don't...because today the sun shined here and that's never a good time to be melancholy...so I'm not melancholy but Roth's words don't hit home with me either because I as well made my parents proud getting good grades and so on...I did it for myself because I knew I had to achieve things, I had an agenda..I knew when I was a couple years older no one was going to tell me how to wear my hair and until then I best do what I could to stay under the parental radar...haircuts...exactly what do they mean??

let's ask Vidal Sassoon what he thinks:

since I work in triplicate...

uncle wayn'e been posting trump ads on my facebook page for quite some time now...I've always said in reply to his comments 'let's ask the Ojibway about that'...and he goes blank...or maybe he does the vb thing and let's the septic flow, I suggested that as well and didn't hear much...we're about to enter a new era in subpolitics..this is going to be all about the things that were griped about coming to fruition, like the HOlocaust, wounded knee, trail of tears...Mike Biddle and so on...really now...can we count on you to wear your beanie?? it's a show of solidarity  since this is not going to be oppotune times to show how backward we can get as a people after letting a black man tell us what to do for the last eight years...
ciykd;t  couldn't afford to sign up for obama care...
now I get a package of apples when they're lying on the ground beneath the trees rotting...and tomatoes when mine plants didn't fruit...when the silos at the silent mill in downtown bellingham look too much like the real thing to think they're not...it's about bait man...flap yer gum show yer ignorance and get with the program..this is about that, going into that supposed shower and taking a supposed bath...most of us that think that way have already given their alll...money time lives...they want control of what lives they're in...literally, this guy is going to offer all that up and we're to show him we know visual basic bettern' he does, he and his widdle grills...

foc#2

here we go a wandering...
so we get to see a bit of the AC in this one...like I know anyting about it which I don't and it rains so much where I am that it's pretty for certain I know little more than I mighta had I not been working with two Australians for the past several years...

DUMB:  ok, now boys we got this gig at Barberry Farms...we're going to entertain at a dinner party and you're going to dress up as suits and ties and polished shoes and the whole bit for a swell two hundred plus transportation because I knowthat's always difficult
Tweet:  how is it difficult?
DUMB:  the transpo is always difficult because the tires on your bikes is always flat they are
Fred:  and if there were no bicycles there would be something else going on, for sure, like the van we came home in would be running out of gasoline and so on, that's what
Tweet:  well, that's true that is...money's in short supply..why I was thinking just the other day about the Midas touch and how we ain't got it
Fred:  We hasn't for sure
Tweet:  So what's the occasion at this Barberry Frams?
DUMB:  seems the station master there has gotten himself engaged to a lovely girl with lots of dough and he wants to make an impression on her family coming from, let's see now where was it...ohyeah, it's here in my notes, she's coming from New Zealand, seems she's related to so and so and so and so and there's some Maori in there somewhere as well so I imagine her hair will be right curly wouldn't you think?
Tweet:  I should this she wouldn't need a permanent that one
Fred:  Ok so he loves her truly does he?
Dumb:  It appears there's a fragrance about her that makes him absolutely twinkle with joy..yes
I guess she's a bit of a beauty as well
Tweet: and waht about the farmer is he all broad and sturdy or what?
Dumb:  he's a fair middlin sort a guy with one of them hot farmer hats and a beard and some muscles yes, minds me of Corny LeBraun in the fifth round..a real yank master that one
Tweet:  So you give him the howdy doo already and said we'd commit?
Dumb:  I did that yes, I did so he's pickin you's up in a few, yhou got yer suits on you're ready to roll but about the music well..I wonder what would be the good proposal song
Fred:  I got it...we're like this about that

She loves me and I love her and that's what we know about each other
She's the star in my sky the girl that I
Love and hold true beyond all doubt she's what I'm about
And me to her is what it is what it is what it is...
Oh Yeah
We're together believe it we're together we see it
Everywhere we are that's who we are together
Oh Yeah

Dumb:  when did you write that
Tweet:  Oh we were thinking about how it would be we come home one day and this chick is waiting at the front door telling us, both of us...she has to have us...we thought about it...she bought our dinner, we thought, well..we can't both have her, so neither of us would..and then when she'd gone, we wrote this tune to sort it out, sort of...that's what we did
Fred:  We did indeed, yes, that's how it went
Dumb:  Ok then, silly me for asking how you come up with this stuff
Fred: Oh we come up with it, no doubt we do...and besides...we're gettin' a ride home this time right? No chipping in for gas and so on?
Dumb:  absolutely not, you're clean and easy and so on
Tweet:  Ok where's the fine print?
Dumb:  No fine print, it's a kind of an engagement party for a slightly Maori woman engaged to Barberry Farms station manager lessee his name is ah here it is, hmmm, this could be tricky, his name's ummm...well..let me see how I can say this..
dissolves into hysterical laughter as he tries to get the name out
....(you guys can think of that part()

aldo is my Italian fly

he comes bi
whenever I

...haiku written in Winchester Virginia in 1980 summer kha

strangely I've come about in the terms of ethos as far as I can let myself go...there's no promise in this tomorrow other than to remain resolved to do the best I can in whatever weather there is..
this time of year the weather is pretty much in charge of the ballgame..like the Cubs winning the pennant..it takes over the situation..a grim one, one of plowing in and regrouping to prepare for next spring when things grow again, when the plums begin to happen on One Plum..when garlic family regroups here and there in the garden and delivers Rice Paddy back to the Texans that farm it...(the Texans?? I farm it..it goes for me and is waiting for me to dice and store the crop of this summer.
Other than that...clueless I look at the dishes in the sink and think, I should do those, my hands would like the release of soapy water, they've been in my nose, my itchy places...they haven't washed my face yet this morning..will I get to swim again while I'm here, that was so fun...a gorgeous perfect pool that needs a little of my favorite thing to do : grout...I should be a grouter..I love to do it...pick out perfect blue and white, Blue Willow patern reminescent patterns, gorgeous Romanian swirls everywhere, until it's too much and no furniture could be allowed...off to that abstract tangent painting quantifies..
I'm sure my son's ok, I'm sure of it

I miss my house while I am partially blinded by the sun

donald trump and hillary clinton are vying for the presidency of our country....the competition is more than fierce and while on HIllary's side I think it's a fair fight and disturbing at the same time, on the Trump side it's ludicrous and unoriginal...like a trump man would jump on my spelling of ludicruous and the finger would by itself insert an extra 'u'..that's where the man is at...destroying the competition with illgotten gain and I watched an HDTV series for several hours last night...'fixeruppers' and thaqt had a character 'chip' who was 'the young trump'..as one might wish him to be, like donnie politte was to me...always connected to my mainframe but not to me...strangely..this always worked for the time we had together, it was intense but there was a side of him that was distinctly unpleasant and we know who controlled its persistent umbrage...that's what made it good and the strong man ethic prevailed...I liked that part...
it wasn't so much titllation as it was the conviction that this GUY..'the man' he called himself..
was going to be firm, fair, consistent, sexy and so on...well,you could get him to have a piece of pumpkin pie but he was also lumbering...literally...and off at the crack of dawn working all hours wearing himself out a definite candidate for a heart attack (more than a social drinker' and then this udder chick, well, she set her cap for him and she got him..just like that, because it was she who was the baby mama (his) and more than anything, rubbed my nose in it till it bled (still does)
so you'll have to put that in your pipe and smoike it, I tell myself..because there's no other way to go than that...blessedly...the peace of a zen existence has no countinence in this k...pause as mum comes in from the preschool delivery..baby is contented the mom is back..and here I am hashing over the political arena...my line so far as been 'whoever makes the best BAIT' at the UN should get in...Trump's a nice guy and might have the answers if he's willing to make himself a rump roast for the soviet bloc...hillary is like her spouse, upon return from representing us at the UN she's got a sail full of history that reeks of what the bloc is capable of and the fallout is historically rank...'killary??'..'hillary for prison??'  I mean really, haven't seen the like of this ever...I see similarities in Trump's campaign to those of Grover Cleveland's ethic during his presidential tenure...we'll be businessman again and fifth avenue will spring up like the new homes in Texas I was looking at last night, some of us striving middler classers will exit out the top line in favor the acred middle, get us a plot of ground with our own trees and we'll be happy to accomodate this historically sexist fraud of a man..