The drape of a silver-gray pall continues to hover over the peninsula. Rain pummeled the roof tops and asphalt for some minutes yesterday; after a very long period of anticipation that lasted many hours longer. The forecast: more of the same; tomorrow: generally sunny and more chances of a cloak of gray precipitation on Saturday. Will the weather qualify me to go up the river by Wednesday…

STRAIGHTEN UP AND FLY

I love the smell of iodine in the morning ; for that matter I love it in the afternoon, evening and all night ; I don’t want to be anywhere other than near the ocean. It is no wonder that the earth is made up of over seventy percent water. I could never be happy on Mars or Venus, although it pleases me to have them so near . I have been adaptable at times ; some of you would argue this point, you know who you are, but, your untruthiness be told , it was simply that your agendas and quotas were not being met ; often or not it was your unrealistic and distorted expectations driving you to pronounce me as inflexible. Any way I would like nothing more than to be compassionate toward those who would harm me, but, there are too many assholes passing on the right.

Vacation No Pay…

Another silver-gray pall lops over the peninsula. Traffic lollygags through intersections as if the weather had pushed a slow motion button. The humidity is oppressive. Philip Glass chimes, Definition, from speakers hovering somewhere around my knees; somehow appropriate to the overcast heavy, dull drape of an atmosphere. There will be no heading up the river on this murky sojourn. Push back the shroud before it drowns the heart.

Shut Up And Read