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kingtycoonThe thing about having a roommate is that you come home from wherever you've been and you tell him about the things that have happened and then there's not as much impetus to blog about things.
Of course some things aren't easily spoken about. The long walk from the train through Tremont, just a place a neighborhood. My brilliant friend's excellent idea coming to fruition, the charming people at the Society of the Learned meeting, nobody wanted my book regardless of how I sold it. I'm glad I took A Rage to Live instead of my first choice which even less people would have liked, I'm sure - though I really wish I had more people to talk about it with.
Anyhow, today - today was that first really glowing day of the spring -the first ideal day. The night before my cub won the science fair, and then I talked to an old friend who mocked me for being all maudlin. "Sheesh, He says - Your whole sad post about being too good for working!" I'm smiling again just thinking about it.
So I went and had a couple of drinks with money I found by finally getting around to laundry, and then I finally fixed my kitchen situation, and then I started painting the 4 of cups and then I worked at paying work. Things going my way. A smile to wear that's not half made of ape-menace, that comes without being commanded. A good day walking. So I did that, had the nice time. Then I came home and had a long nice trip. Climbed through the first chapter of Middlesex my book-party score on the Red line, which has it's station so far from silly tremont. You know - they've got that casino downtown now, so the train has a weird crowd that it didn't before, and they're doing something, something elaborate and expensive looking to the Abbey Road bridge so walking across you see all these people camped out to watch fireworks over downtown - one of my favorite views of the downtown, and since they're reconstructing it they've torn the convex cage off of the bridge so you really can see, you can see - and the bikers had left their motorcycles at the construction site to watch and there were some families camped out all of us smiling at each other, all of us just having that.
After the cordite sting there's a smell coming from out of the city, all the irises blooming, all the flowers or the springtime or maybe the river even, all of it an effusion of sublime fragrance, a good omen of the spring, a good sign of what the summer will be.
I end up walking up cedar all the way home, a long walk in the dark, sorting out my ideas for the moment, my plans - ideas for projects, come home, after passing by the bar crowd and the music scene down my street, up the stairs and everyone in the building is bringing home beer - it's a good night, perfect and convivial.
So I wanted to say that, to say that everything lately has been right, and getting better.
Of course some things aren't easily spoken about. The long walk from the train through Tremont, just a place a neighborhood. My brilliant friend's excellent idea coming to fruition, the charming people at the Society of the Learned meeting, nobody wanted my book regardless of how I sold it. I'm glad I took A Rage to Live instead of my first choice which even less people would have liked, I'm sure - though I really wish I had more people to talk about it with.
Anyhow, today - today was that first really glowing day of the spring -the first ideal day. The night before my cub won the science fair, and then I talked to an old friend who mocked me for being all maudlin. "Sheesh, He says - Your whole sad post about being too good for working!" I'm smiling again just thinking about it.
So I went and had a couple of drinks with money I found by finally getting around to laundry, and then I finally fixed my kitchen situation, and then I started painting the 4 of cups and then I worked at paying work. Things going my way. A smile to wear that's not half made of ape-menace, that comes without being commanded. A good day walking. So I did that, had the nice time. Then I came home and had a long nice trip. Climbed through the first chapter of Middlesex my book-party score on the Red line, which has it's station so far from silly tremont. You know - they've got that casino downtown now, so the train has a weird crowd that it didn't before, and they're doing something, something elaborate and expensive looking to the Abbey Road bridge so walking across you see all these people camped out to watch fireworks over downtown - one of my favorite views of the downtown, and since they're reconstructing it they've torn the convex cage off of the bridge so you really can see, you can see - and the bikers had left their motorcycles at the construction site to watch and there were some families camped out all of us smiling at each other, all of us just having that.
After the cordite sting there's a smell coming from out of the city, all the irises blooming, all the flowers or the springtime or maybe the river even, all of it an effusion of sublime fragrance, a good omen of the spring, a good sign of what the summer will be.
I end up walking up cedar all the way home, a long walk in the dark, sorting out my ideas for the moment, my plans - ideas for projects, come home, after passing by the bar crowd and the music scene down my street, up the stairs and everyone in the building is bringing home beer - it's a good night, perfect and convivial.
So I wanted to say that, to say that everything lately has been right, and getting better.
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