Strictly Business

Rob Schumacher / AZ Republic

Suns raggedy into the 4th period, Blazers coming on.
Getting, er, not anxious, but you hate to see them be so.
Pull out a comfy lead, sit back on it - we've seen it before.
Can't take anything for granted; as Red Holtzman would say:

Pass it to that man straight up. He desires. He deserves.

Headed for the Weekend

I've seen this before. (No, silly, not in Phoenix.)
Have it on file, but no time to search presently.

Should be a splendid time, the only issue being where to go.
Initially thought of one place on east side, now tending west.

Tip.

Driloleirus americanus

Subject to two, that's two, articles in today's NYT.

Gail Collins goes on and on, but the poop comes out of Section C.
Meanwhile, being faced off by a twerp of oppressive proportion.

Hey, he turns out to be Satan. No problem.

Κυβέλη

At first didn't know what to do with this casual shot.
Utilitarian fits the bill; old joke - "Gravity: What a Concept"
Yeah, someone's dissertation someday.
Fencing just the way it is. Private property. Safe water.

Next door to a Goodwill. Stopped because in shorts.
Didn't want to drive across Valley for me trousers;
"workout" (Le mot juste pour l'hydrothérapie?) nearby.
Planned to go to church. Quick transaction. Too much.

Did the tub and a good stretch.

This and some other exposures.

And to WiFi to process. Native American woman?

Across table. Could have been Asian. Er, they were!

Went past the deadline after we'd some glances.

Then words. After again some slow tune. Forgot.
(There was a major Joplin, then of the genre.)
Mentioned changing the pace; she took off.

Finished my pictures, recalling bobble-head story.
Imparted same to friend across another table -

but a criminal matter came up. California case,

vis difficulty of getting celebrities convicted.

Easily Resolved

David Kadlubowski/AZ Republic

Hadn't glanced at the schedule.
Asked someone, "They face off sevenish?"

You can't trust anybody; there was a "Yeah."
So, didn't arrive until well into second period.

Mentioned this to somebody at bar.
"Didn't read the paper." meaning schedule.

He laughed... a snarky looking one. And then -
condescendingly patted me on shoulder. Twice!

Told him to keep his hands off me.
Shit-faced grin (Lucky he's still alive.) presented.

Moved off. They don't understand.
They become instantly exposed to suit.

Had to take show to another venue.
Another roomful of wookies, to be sure.

Spaced ice out entirely. DBacks pummelled.
This morning found a chunk of turquoise circa Saturn.

that was then

Now looking very much forward to Coyotes.
Have friend who's all Canucks... would be too cool.

Eh?

A workout and a tub before; she's in for it!

Went to House

One of those "should stay home" days.
But good to keep abreast of events.
Do what you can to be occupied.
For the most part, the way it goes.

Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State!
Sail on, O Union, strong and great!
Humanity with all its fears,
With all the hopes of future years,
Is hanging breathless on thy fate!
We know what Master laid thy keel,
What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel,
Who made each mast, and sail, and rope,
What anvils rang, what hammers beat,
In what a forge and what a heat
Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Fear not each sudden sound and shock,
’Tis of the wave and not the rock;
’Tis but the flapping of the sail,
And not a rent made by the gale!
In spite of rock and tempest’s roar,
In spite of false lights on the shore,
Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea!
Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
Our faith triumphant o’er our fears,
Are all with thee,— are all with thee!

Real nice sattelite transmissions presently.
Up the river it came, toward KC. Omar told me.
They had movies too. Can't keep up now.
And Woody'd play Elaine's. (Heard about it.)
Cause like there's a clarinet goin'... presently.

Some time in Cambridge.
Near Skidmore also, not too long ago.
First coffee house cause not drinker.
("Two piss-eyes in snow indicating yucky.")
Rosalie Sorrels. So very sweet and let's rodeo.

Limits

Loquacious time watching Suns win.
Shooting breeze and all with financial fellow.

Same deal otherwise; meet females daily -
most are not friendly, but competitive.

That's if they're not seeking dominion!
(So inured to their delusions of superiority.)

Was taken somewhat by pebbles dressing fire stick.
Mine, a significant specimen, died in a frost once.

Not so good. Flash issue. Shows my limitations.
But no epithets anywhere! James works for me.

Quandary

Can't seem to wake up today.
Have a posting issue; publish or perish.
Or if I do, how will it be afterward?
Something may perish in publication.

Maybe me.

Set up a bird bath a while ago.
Intention was invitation to birds.
"Why don't you get a hummingbird feeder too?"
Well, I'd know one if I saw one. Not this visitor.

On the other hand . . .

. . . see Simon de Montfort and company "cutting down" Cathars.

Vis any Georgian epics, we've got to be most considerate and kind.

Lifeboy!

Was invited to T.R. coffee stand by operator.
But first needed to contend with a loudmouth.

Are you running for something?
"Yeah, Secretary of State."

Hmm.

"Just kidding."

Well, don't kid with me. We're not interested in your conversation.

Voided after the convenient stop.

Way back, might have left it.

Can I take your picture?

(Did not offer to blow smoke in face.)

"Fuque yoo."

(Good thing washed my hands.)

No.

Great move, if I don't say myself.

Maestra barrista loved it!

(He had to know I'd kick his arse.)

All he's got is the epithet.

Thought I'd be commended.

But noo, she inverted: "Nothing we can do."

Same thing long ago. Twerp called clients inmates!!!
See you in Paradise, Jack, so liberated was I.

Suppose it "bothered" me.

Fell prey to fuque à la noggin.

When Suns couldn't pull it off, peevish peskies overcame.
Walked away from the bar for evacuation. (A good one.)

Thoroughly relieved, all left behind, thus returned.

Well, I'll be if an obstruction didn't posit himself.

Far as I'm concerned, it's universal -

keep to the right. And so I did veer.
The fellow stepped directly into me!

Of foreign demeanor, wearing Nordstrom tartan,

he transpired to give me a nasty, nay, hateful look.
Fuque yoo, he audited, myself proceeding.

Passes me subsequently at the brass rail . . .
"Did you say . . ?" he interrogated.
Don't know what you're talking about.
"You'd better not ever come before me in my courtroom."

That doesn't sound ethical.

From there some pictures and another leak.

To neighborhood Central and Roosevelt.
Why did he do that? Made notes.
Major uh-oh? Probably. No problem?

Not really. Going to toilet again at coffee -

Go fuque yourselves to throne was said.

A cheerful, rhythmic, sporting clap thence . . .

may have spooked the staff.

Constabulary were called.

(They looked like ready to pull on me.)

Humored me immensely, I must say.

Moved on, gladly.

Oh, and that's, per Mr. Lippman, booey, as in GUI.

Most fortunately, as I was writing this up, a break.
Nice conversation with clinical psychologist.

She, on sabbatical, neither could get writing in gear.
We hashed it out; all TA bouncing about, resolving.

You've got issues - find substitute for responsible party.

Came Out Fighting

Gregory Shamus / Getty Images

Red Wing defense not as intense and passing much, much better.
Somehow, no, scoring helps, the crowd got taken out. Difference.

They all needed to "skate up" and did pretty good. Miss Shane.
Detroit got somewhat pummeled after problematic checking.

One for the File

The Suns broke down.

Not a word in the local rag about how Steve Nash took them out of the game. He's himself too much and thinks he's a Globetrotter. Goes hog-wild, the team standing about wondering what he's going to do. I'd bench him from now on in the last minutes of a close game. (Really poor coaching with regard to executing toward endgame.) Shake up the typicalities.

They "blame" the loss on the opposition!

Talk about losers.

Won't parry the food chain?

Elementary.

Nash has done this consistently in all playoff situations. A definite hobgoblin. With Grant Hill finally healthy, Barbosa and Richardson with game, what the bloody hell is he doing? It really looks ridiculous. He and Gentry lost it.

Got some shots off myself.
Plan was to walkabout Central and Roosevelt.

What have we here?
Surprising pigeon most likely, unseen in the viewfinder.

From the perch it could just as well be an Electra Hawk.

Lost in the Woods

I'd say this was a great idea except for the reasonable estimation that they've gotten the opportunity to have their thrills on the taxpayers' dime through the bad offices of election fraud. Beyond the pale Chicago crap defaulted, unacceptable are the alien donations multiplyed cutely; I suspect much dirty cash pumped in as well. That's my understanding of the machinations, and the memory of Maurice Stans and such as the ITT caper is pretty clear insofar as that having set off the "reforms" which, I can only surmise, are become ineffective in this digital environment. Plainly speaking, the Obamas themselves are dirty and their impostion dishonors the United States of America and the Chief Executive Office.

Upon fait accompli, seems futile and unsporting to check but, no. Marginalize them; hopefully those who were snookered will agree. And nicely. (We sure don't hate them; they hate us.) Normally as well; the old fashioned way - don't do business with them. They don't like it, can we assess they've got their own chicanery to blame?

What they did (FEC compromised?) is unforgivable. Disloyal.

Dishonest.

HONI SOIT QUI MAL Y PENSE

Am missing old pard Tony, who moved on from the George.
They're doing the day - today, it seems, toward marketeering.

We've got the Suns coming up twoish. Will to go to locals.
Yet disturbing that management is rooting for furreners.

So, who's that kneeling?
By conjecture, a Libyan princess.
Not a bad movie, this . . .

I like the duffle coats and that.

Bad Coyotes

What was the score?
Forgot already.
Plenty missed passes; no power production.

Down 3-2, they're not play making.
The report talks about "hits" and aggression,
which does not win on the ice, but pleases idiots.

On that breakaway, he didn't cross . . .
came dead on. Call it a telegraph, old twerps.
Caught game amidst double-crossing retrogrades.

After a few moments with some tweens at coffee
(Didn't want to go to a bar.), gingerly cleared a sofa.
Well, if it isn't some old chums, harmonic and all.

Good Suns

Rob Schumaker/AZ Republic

Glad of it, to take Portland again after leaving them behind.
Nothing personal - hey, we got plenty of roses here, snoots.

Ain't the Bodleian

Took a load off at the library on the fifth floor. Nicely done.

There's a sitting area of a coffee and end table assortment interspersed with upholstered chairs not too cushy, unlike sofas and loungers of yore so inviting to our homeless brethren. I settled in for a few moments in order to collect myself and check my schedule. Had a look at the books I was checking out as well.

Several light treatments were emplaced. Upright fixtures. Poles extended directly (don't recall any base) from the floor, the illuminated zone encased of a conical white plastic piece, tapered at both ends.

Of the three immediately in play, two are not functioning.

You can't tell me they've no budget for light bulbs. Unless they're mandated to get the most expensive on the market - for ulterior reasons. None of our business?

Stuck in Town

And at a loss for words.

Originally planned a tub before the Suns tip off 7ish. But going through the hoops getting photos posted has me delayed beyond expectation; getting crosstown not an option presently.

The treadled hike, the bells, the tub, the sweat lodge and the pool are at 59th Avenue & Peoria, with a change and check the mail between. I'm at 7th Street & Glendale... need I explain? Not really.

However, there's an alternative:
Cave Creek & Cactus.

Need a tub. Love a swim.

Doable; after posting, eh?

Hinkley's still going.

I've got a job for them.

Coming up.
But first, a word from our sponsor.

Plead the Fourth

We made the Times!
We made the Times!
We made the Times!

Formerly quite the Whiggish outfit.

No Charge

Clip-clop;
she steps in:

speques off! Grossly:

neat lookin' arse,

gray ensemble,

bird's nest coif.

Needs help,

we'd say.

Après avoir prié . . .

Rushed to chapel after another conversation.
Awfully comfortable; doing real good.

Therefore as you have received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk in Him, having been firmly rooted and now being built up in Him and established in your faith, just as you were instructed, and overflowing with gratitude.

I say, lookie here.

Look it Up

From some lovebirds at coffee, went on down to library after a few moments at the banker's and almost over toward the places around the Encanto course. Instead, due south. Took one of this fellow.

Don't much understand this piece. Seems out of place and stilted, as if it were an architectural afterthought decorating an urbanized corner. Can only wonder what the Navahoes think about it. No one pays it much attention. The sterility of the location, all four corners, unbecoming. Noisy and well, rather strange, location.

Back into the vehicle, cued up and took Central. Barr Branch one of those carbuncles, but the entry might catch your eye a millisecond. Generic incontroversial cut-outs. Tax dollars at work.



It's the oddest place.
They spent all their budget and want more money.
Always do. Want to tax food!
Can't eat gyroscopes; already captivate (not so fast) gyros.

Conversing with a woman across the study table before the plate glass panels presenting the yearning, churning City of Phoenix - the formerly best run speedway in the nation, I made mention of the scene after we'd sized each other up.


"That's just about the best view in town."
She agreed. We spoke of impending rain.
"The other side's OK. This is better."


Adjourned for to pull some books from the stacks.

Having a look for The Burning, a record of the incident in Tulsa in 1921, came across Jonathan Schell's Observing the Nixon Years. When first I glanced at it, thought I saw Obsessing the Nixon Years! Took a look - General Haig not in the index... hold on; there is no index!

William Shawn wrote the preface.
He did not say:

Richard Milhous Nixon saved the Republic; then he spared it.

Decided to check it out anyway.
On the way, took another Paolo.


Just remembered; was going to (years ago) fill you in on Arcosanti.
Go with the curves. Later for rectilinears. Think Duomo, kids.
And the masters who put it up - forget the controversialists.

Awful Shot

Remind me to tell you about pulling out of this parking lot.

Someone had completely the wrong turn of mind. Heartless?

Sage Advise

Coyotes get started early.
Too early crosstown trip.

Horrendous back-ups.
Mostly over freeway.

"Think I should change...

maybe evening dress?"
"Where're ya goin'?"
"Hockey game."
"Maybe ya'd better...

put trousers on."
"I know."
"What's the problem?"
"Traffic."

"I'll be watchin' in me pyjamas - wouldn't worry about it."
"That's what I say. Just feel gauche. Need a tan."

Coffeed Up

Another Chagall. We love his windows!

This poor guy, Mazin (otherwise unidentified) the Poet, has nothing anywhere in the cyberverse that I can conveniently find. I would have liked to have found some verse. I will, therefore, have to devote some little time to write something for him and Olga.

Postes contradictoire tous en colère,
poinçons inaccessibles sur Judies;
l'esprit dans la matière, reliant wow -
où est la limite? Fédéraux regarder.

They make it awfully simple.
Why complicate a very good thing?

Pathways

Marie Dauenheimer

Innerestin' story.

Is this ethical?

While we think about it, let's relax.
No use in getting wound up about it.

Is probably OK... been there, done that issue.

Don't think so.

Alex Gross

Hmm.
You've got to ask yourself;
is this what you want to do?

Pinch Yourself

Thank you, Olga.

Really something waiting on that scan.
Ethereal music spooking through the speakers;

needed to speak to a real person. Real People?
Get your money out if you'd like to imbibe.

Preening

Another deadline of a day.

Got held up to a major extent after linking to a music downloading site - for purposes other than that. Got two security alerts upon attacks. Had to do a full scan. Over a million files now. An hour and a half, just about.

Who's got the time to go back and delete all the superfluous files that surreptitiously intrude? I mean beyond the defaulted disk cleanings. Spent some time a while ago deleting programs I didn't use; ended up on the phone with vendors to make sure I wouldn't compromise others. The complications are exasperating should you delete one that is codeterminate of another... then you're calling Kim Commando.

With regard to these music sites, they seem to be a habitat of predators, all the kids piling in and what not. Once had a System 32 crash caused by an erstwhile legit and fee collecting site, or so I surmised. Was less expensive to get another laptop than replace the hard drive, not to mention the cost of extraction; many pictures on that drive, still held in reserve.

Finally got going. Downtown. Take care business. Exasperating.
Settled down, cooled off. Shot above quick as I could. Took off.

Chihuahuan Raven? Maybe pigeon. Not quick enough.
Ah, yes - there's always somebody quicker west of the Tallahatchie.

Links

Between two distant trees a golden deer peered out at Sita.
The white spots of a fawn were replaced by brilliant gems.
The small antlers were dipped in silver with rings of gold encircling them.

"'Please, my husband, may I have this deer?" Sita begged.
"I will keep it as a pet."

Ramayana, eh? We'll take it in stride.

Got misled into a politicized group through Facebook. Old "friend"... one thing leading to another. (Not too friendly after all. Neither the groupies. Got disappeared.) Another, come to think of it, was a devotee of Majaraji. She was sweet and one of the first people I looked up when I got to Portland in 1973. We'd met in a bank. We stayed in her school bus.

Her husband, a mechanic, was also blissfully swept up. I was driving a 1967 VW 1600 sedan. #3 valve was running hot; compression test confirmed metallurgical occlusion. He referred me to John Muir and I got underway for to pull the engine and have the valves ground. Presumed it would take a day or so, delivering the heads to a machine shop on Thursday; planned on reinstallation Saturday. Uh-huh...

Muir has one, in the interim, check out the rest of the engine. Tolerances, play; wear and tear; I miked the piston/cylinder/rings. Out of specification. Muir said to (while the engine is obviously out) replace them. Took me a couple of paychecks. Got it done.

But I was living with a player and complainer who took exception to the engine sitting in the pantry. She was no good and, to my astonishment, I gave her much tolerance. She couldn't help herself as she was under the influence of a bad news bunch; very stupid people. Eventually, I moved on splendidly. Got it done.

After reassembly, I had a few friends over to help hoist the engine back in. We rented a winch and had no problems. It cranked up right away. Glorious. We had a party. She may have felt left out, but it was her own fault. I gave her every consideration. Lost forever, one might say - she was not, however, a believer. As as matter of fact, she said, "There is no God." Flummoxed me: not my problem. I showed her. Why, I cut my hair and got a job in a bank! Consequently, I met that friend.

Not exactly on the same wave length as the stupid idiots (with whom we initially stayed) she was captivated by, I looked the woman up. Thus we sojourned in the bus. No problem. Got a house rented after a while. With a pantry. We made blueberry pie and preserves from berries we picked in the Columbia Gorge. (Quite the spot.) Needed a wall papering too. In an instant, I put up a paisley sheet on the indicated walls. Yeah, get it done.

Well, we'll have to find a legitimate way to listen to these.

Good Game

Detroit was tenacious.

A huge win for the Coyotes.

Had my doubts...
first period, all pressure on our net.
Power play and no shots on goal?

Defence held up splendidly. Then the goals came. Good venue here on Highland, crowd getting up to speed.
1/2 price burgers! Nice patio; multo screens.

Inconvenienced

It's merely a coincidence.

Friday was such a harried day. The taxes done, I still had to wait on the mail. Needed to get an expected check deposited. Misunderstanding and miscommunication had it coming USPS instead of being directly deposited as arranged. Something had to go off to IRS and my auto insurance was due. (The day before.) With lots of driving to do in order to make the drop, I was stymied until I got the cash flowing.

Check in hand, had to do the "verify funds" routine. Like pulling teeth. My bank wouldn't, so had to go to the maker's. Hey... let's play clearing house! That done, in went the cash. Home went I to do the payment over the phone. Done. Done. Done.

Then out to Peoria to drop the forms - it was after the last collection nearby. Utterly relieved and all in force, took myself to a Wi-Fi location so's to make the cell phone payment. Key-ripes!

No card. Left it at the bank! Figures. Another routine. Stop the card.

Well, don't you know Saturday afternoon the card presents itself on the dining room table. Behind a vase of irises. Awfully inconvenient.


This morning the pastor had us pull our wallets out, for he asked to be trusted. What was their significance? Universal subjects: identity; income; influence.

Your identity is certainly your own, and protected by law with regard to the assorted scams and thefts, but have you freely surrendered it to Jesus? Are you an authentic Christian? His illustration was simple, but there could be difficulties problematic as to whether people are authentic in themselves. "Being comfortable in one's skin" the colloquial operative. If you are, I should think it convenient to surrender indeed.

The income aspect flummoxed me. Especially in the throes of having had to deal with the ostensibly lost card. Other losses too. He spoke of the stewardship of our resources in response to our calling and authenticity. All for Jesus.

Who and how you are determines the influence one has. As a practical matter, this is most straightforward. He made me think of the responsibilities appertaining, whatever the contingencies. All this relative to Exodus 4; trusting that God will purposefully enable us to the extent of His writing the script, for the most part, our wallets akin to Moses' staff.

Recapped his message in resignation that "It's always something." with regard to the phenomena in the wallet and the foibles of one's existence. "Don't forget your wallet." the moment you leave the house, trusting that you've got your kit together to go into the "market" with credentials - to drive and transact essentially, secure in the feeling that you're, what? Able. The pastor was saying that if you are, you can proceed confidently, and in this sermon the idea seemed to be one can proclaim Christ full of the confidence God promised Moses, so influencing the movements and transactions of the day;

μὴ οὖν μεριμνήσητε εἰς τὴν αὔριον,
ἡ γὰρ αὔριον μεριμνήσει ἑαυτῆς·
ἀρκετὸν τῇ ἡμέρᾳ ἡ κακία αὐτῆς.

KATA ΜΑΤΘΑΙΟΝ 6:34

Greater Love

I had this Matisse up as my desktop background the last week.
Somewhat risqué perhaps, yet there was no commiseration at all.

There was a conversation, years ago, about "no greater love" matter:
"Don't die for a cause - live for Christ." mentioned to an "activist."

Not a friendly fellow, and somewhat pompous; obstructive, he was.
Consumed by his causes, he never saw what God was presenting him.

Le jeu Français

Funny thing happened on way from the shower.
Took a nap that lasted for the duration of Game 2.

Took in Game 1 of potential Stanley Cup run quietly...

couldn't believe it! All the fight crowd must have been busy.

Tell me why? Maybe they've got to learn the rules.

As simple as they get, buckos - don't cross the lines inappropriately.

Nor have they any conception of finesse impeded by foul behavior.
Mess up our skaters - sit out; don't do it again. No exceptions.

Or else? Or you'll see.

The gloves come off.

Just the Facts

Had a walking issue. Knee hyper-extended doing stretches in tub.
Lateral ligament must have herniated. Some swelling. Instability.

That was over a month ago. Slowly got to feeling intact. OK now.
So a good long walk in the park today, the warmth oncoming.

Not ready for another long duration of our hideous heat.
I'd sell in a heartbeat to go live in, oh, the Rogue River Valley.
Many stories to tell vis assorted dealings with sadistic shits.
Then again, could move to Oxford - more better swans.

Yet "The swans in the Thames," says Mr. Kempe, "are much

less numerous than they used to be." And Morse doesn't exist.
Well then; not to worry: plenty of reading material.
Just hope the compressor holds up. Or go to wet sheet wraps.

No Seabees?

Where he came from, couldn't tell you.
Not exactly a 'toon, and have yourself a Happy Bushido!

A must see show at the Japan Society, eh?

Well, thanks a bunch, J.D., III - they'll be along presently.

Magnificent. Let's wrap it up. Socks up as well.

Wot a Day

Taxes done and cash flow adequate.
Praise God and thank you, Jesus.

Really... much driving and hazards aplenty.
Tomorrow, more bills to pay and right job to find.

Maybe Saturday

Just got linked to this site.
Many things to do beforehand.

Waiting on the mail presently...
then to bank and the post office.

Straight ahead circumstance; held up by glitches.

Help On the Way

Bicyclist zipped by on Central outside of Lola's. She was shouting and looked awfully angry. It's a dangerous scenario, riding bikes in Phoenix, and she's illegal riding on the sidewalk.

"Asshole cars!" was all I could make out from her spouting. She was livid. Must have had an encounter - I've been near killed riding on these streets. She went by in half an instant.

After a while, stepped nearer the curb and looked south. After the next intersection, on the next block, saw her working on her bike, turned over on it's handlebars and saddle; she was working the chain drive. Thought that maybe she'd taken a tumble, so I walked over to see how she was otherwise.

"You OK?"
"Yeah, I'm fine - threw the chain."
"I don't have my tools with me."
"Thanks, I'll get it. Worst thing is getting dirty."

She was sort of futzing and having trouble engaging.

The chain needed more play toward securing the gear's teeth.

"If you had a screwdriver you could guide the chain on."

She said nothing, then disengaged the chain from the smaller rear wheel gear so's to make the slack to work it more easily onto the large pedal gear. I could see she'd have it done presently. Had I my essential tool box in the truck, I'd've helped her.

"There you go. You'll get it now."

Don't hover. She'll be fine.

Walked away; she was still pretty pissed.

Looked over after a few minutes:

back on the sidewalk, on her way she was.

Whoa! Riding on sidewalk is legal here.
I must be thinking of other juristictions.

Peachy Deadlines

Too very much.
IRS office moves to burbs; go figure.

To library for one form only?
Yup... and you can't read the keys!

Tapped petty cash going for coffee.

Had to run to bank to pay for print job.

Back again. Another story. Read earlier.

(Photo courtesy someone evidently on hiatus.)

Like, we know this from Bactria, old pards.

Day of Reckoning

What a hoot this.
Understand completely.
(What are you wearing?)
We loved Stephen Fry as Jeeves, who's, e.g., been through the mill.

Today, a dilemma.

Normally don’t wear polyester shirts.
Prefer 100% cotton.
(Yes, I iron them.)

“Sorry, sir, but the laundress is on holiday.
Doing the best I can. Will suffice, I trust.”
“Whatcha mean, Jeeves?”
“Allow me to present the last shirt in the closet.”
“Well then, by all means. And break out the bola.”

"Very good, sir."