it is another sunny gorgeous day in Mesa AZ. I am with my daughter...she and her motherinlaw are sitting on the backporch watching my grandson display his prowess with toys they keeo iytsude whoop outside for him to play with...the sushine is making us all relish the day...pickle relish since I was watching Adam Sandler and drinking Bud light last night...I have written in a new journal about Dottie Parker, I have read Emma Straub about being a Hollywood actress with a Jewish producer husband who dies (sniff to A Sandler)...straub's book is of interest because it is the most detached piece of writing I've come across since Doris LEssing..who talks about things African with that same sort of detachment...it's interesting and suddenly I feel the chill of the toe in the pool I wrote about earlier as though I should put on a sweater to stay warm since I am inside and writing at the dining table while the television continues to promote children's programming ad nauseum
since this is an absolutrely PRIVATe blogg I could talk about the winsome ways of Sandler (really, that potty mouth hairy basatard??)..nah..you rather thing you'd like to know more about the resources of this individual and then you know you've had such a person as he in your life and that is why the sun shines and you are in Arizona..I'm getting close to my definitions of the male/female relationship and why what works, works..because we're there in the moment as our essence of our self in a nuclear age wherein our molecular integrity is more or less guided by our sense of our own soul WITHOUT that body..that kind of thing then this Swann reference again to the harpoonist courting the Makah Maiden and why there was once a restaurant in Neah Bay called 'The Makah Maiden' and why the situation with sew and sew isn't as much as it could be because of where it when when it was getting there...I guess I like Sandler's 'sure I'll do it with you'..but don't count on me changing the sheets..see? then there's hargrove's nailing the sheets on the wall after the fact because I kind of decorating them while we were asleep and he thought that was beautiful..(I think he did, I don't know otherwise, really) and I did want to speak to the Meints core element on Sandler becuase that got interfaced all wrong not because of anything but grim karma at the time...disappearing cats and all..like the first version of the Catwoman stories Straub alludes to when her character is kneedeep in good ol quaaludes..or some blue pill - you have to have something, I find writing does take the edge off and the girls talk outdoors and the child plays and gthe baby sleeps and here am I at the keyboard thinking about summers in the District of Columbia when I would wlak along the sidewalks and think about the shoreline on the Straits of Juan de Fuca when I could be there and se bullhead kelp and welk shells and hope for moon snail shells and agates and find a few...with the breeze around my head in cutoffs and tank tops and halters I had sewn myself..and DAna Beal of course who is an old man now and was an old man then...so dynamic...so you don't want sandler you want beal? you have the harpoonist but he doesn't display any of the dynamism of the humorist or th epolitician but is both and where is that to be brought out of his personality like a branding scar in the shape of a heart over his heart (my own grows faint can I really experience that after Meints cum Biddle cum hmmm...
I suppose that is the purpose of this time...to post it and describe it and relate with joy to the fact I am with my family at this moment HOORAY!!...beatles song..nothing really matters (but that)
since this is an absolutrely PRIVATe blogg I could talk about the winsome ways of Sandler (really, that potty mouth hairy basatard??)..nah..you rather thing you'd like to know more about the resources of this individual and then you know you've had such a person as he in your life and that is why the sun shines and you are in Arizona..I'm getting close to my definitions of the male/female relationship and why what works, works..because we're there in the moment as our essence of our self in a nuclear age wherein our molecular integrity is more or less guided by our sense of our own soul WITHOUT that body..that kind of thing then this Swann reference again to the harpoonist courting the Makah Maiden and why there was once a restaurant in Neah Bay called 'The Makah Maiden' and why the situation with sew and sew isn't as much as it could be because of where it when when it was getting there...I guess I like Sandler's 'sure I'll do it with you'..but don't count on me changing the sheets..see? then there's hargrove's nailing the sheets on the wall after the fact because I kind of decorating them while we were asleep and he thought that was beautiful..(I think he did, I don't know otherwise, really) and I did want to speak to the Meints core element on Sandler becuase that got interfaced all wrong not because of anything but grim karma at the time...disappearing cats and all..like the first version of the Catwoman stories Straub alludes to when her character is kneedeep in good ol quaaludes..or some blue pill - you have to have something, I find writing does take the edge off and the girls talk outdoors and the child plays and gthe baby sleeps and here am I at the keyboard thinking about summers in the District of Columbia when I would wlak along the sidewalks and think about the shoreline on the Straits of Juan de Fuca when I could be there and se bullhead kelp and welk shells and hope for moon snail shells and agates and find a few...with the breeze around my head in cutoffs and tank tops and halters I had sewn myself..and DAna Beal of course who is an old man now and was an old man then...so dynamic...so you don't want sandler you want beal? you have the harpoonist but he doesn't display any of the dynamism of the humorist or th epolitician but is both and where is that to be brought out of his personality like a branding scar in the shape of a heart over his heart (my own grows faint can I really experience that after Meints cum Biddle cum hmmm...
I suppose that is the purpose of this time...to post it and describe it and relate with joy to the fact I am with my family at this moment HOORAY!!...beatles song..nothing really matters (but that)
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