He went out shopping for colourful shirts and ties. “For the job interviews” he says. “And, well, her.” Of course.

Talk of what she’d like in dim lit restaurants, and which one brings out his eye colour more.

Something about love that makes a person handsome.

Since then the shoes have gone to charity, and our friendship grown to maturity. She got married this weekend, to a handsome red head, on a beautiful lake side in South Dakota, with sweet cupcakes as their wedding cake.

She met her other half 4 days after she moved from South Dakota. As blind as we are to the future, I believe when you follow your heart, things work like clockwork.

So cheers to a very happy newly wed, and the families and friends who became one over this weekend.

I’m very glad to have met them.

Tomorrow they’re off to Iceland for their honeymoon.  

P.S. As token of serendipidy maybe I’ll invite the two newly weds (one couple whose wedding I got the golden shoes for) for a small celebration.

Commuters, like blood cells, made a stream flowing to a city, that is a heart, who pumped energy in the day, and rode home at dusk, fast on trains, slow on foot, this road, that road, a network of bloodstreams, coming, and going, day, and night, like the rhythm of a beating organ.

So, back snug inside my body I thought of myself as being inside a robot. My body, this robot, knows exactly where it’s going, what cubicle to sit at, how to respond to the tasks given, like a programmed DNA. I noticed my robot wasn’t getting enough air, so I let it breath. I closed it’s eyes and let the fingers continue with the work. My robot’s posture naturally wanted to stay up straight, the head like an alert balloon going up, up.

Work is fun. I’m happy to be with co workers. Work is a game. We are spirits.

At times I’d swoosh back, no longer a robot, just plain ol’ me, a little stressed stumbling over tasks. Then I’d close my eyes and breathe, and I’d be a robot again. The real me inside opens its eyes, and I am much happier.

“If I waz  presiden’, first thing I do, I’d go to Deetroit and go to the car comapnies, and stop aaaall production!! That’s what I’ll do.”

“Why?” I asked. (He’s a car mechanic).

“I’d have ‘em big companies take back all cars on the road, and have ‘em replace ‘em with hybrid. No more gas eating dirty cars. I’d make ‘em all hybrid. And no more roads either. We got enough concrete as it is.”

I’d vote for him I said.  

He’s had a rough and tumbled life; deaths, poverty, drugs -no more drugs-, and now he’s being harassed by a racist cop.

He visits his daughter 2 hours away, on a beaten ol’ truck twice a month. “She needs all the lovin’” he says.

At her new group home, she came running to us through the shade.

My boss is late this morning, I think he’s got a hang over. He plans to grow his company three fold, and sell it to the public I’m told. He plans to file his cabinets, and take his keys before shutting the door. Hit and miss, 2 out of 4. He still puts on a good smile, every weekday morn.

Imagine, putting on your slippers in the living room, in the morning, looking around, feeling funny. Then noticing the carpet’s gone. The furniture’s all been moved, and back into its proper place. The wallet you left out last night, is still untouched on the table. Just your carpet is gone.

“It was the thrill of it” he said, “a rush. An addiction”.

I don’t know what he did with all the carpets he stole, I remember there being many victims. I don’t know what the verdict was either. But I think he would do well teaching a class of 8th graders, the art of a modern day ninja.

What a simple and brilliant idea! I thought. Why, we can include a pack of salt, as an extra gift to fill the stomach!

I asked around, looked it up, bottom line wasn’t so bad.

Compared to polystyrene bubbles, real popcorn costs more, weighs more, is more flammable, and insects love to eat them. BUT, the idea was good enough to give rise to ‘corn starch based packing foams’ that dissolve in water!

Corn starch packing foams:

Got this photo and the below links from Heart of Green

Links to where you can buy corn starch based packing foams:

Amazon Biodegradable Packing Peanuts
Uline Biodegradable Cornstarch Peanuts
U-Haul Biodegradable Packing Peanuts

There are also corn starch based plastic bags available:

Trellis Earth
Popsci.com
SF Gate: SF bans plastic bags

A shade

One by one

We resort

In the comfort of a great canopy.

Happy Father’s Day

I followed it as it ran under a parked car. Upon a closer look, “A GIANT RAT!”

It’s called a “possum” I later found. It’s long naked tail and little pickled fingers gave me chills. I thought of a giant garbage bin in a dark, wet alleyway next to an old nuclear reactor with lethal juices contaminating everything around it, giving birth to rats the size of a raccoon.

I took a picture:

Well, it’s safe and sound.

“By golly, look at that!” He works as a guard, he said. He watches the goings on behind security cameras. “One time a big bee flew by, I almost fell out of my chair it looked so big!” he snorted and laughed as he took another drag.

The sky was clear. The atmosphere was lit by a jolly good spirit of sidewalk astronomers.