Not in the Saddle

Great day for a hike... beautiful out there.
Wish I could call someone I've in mind and do this one.
The Peralta Trail to Fremont Saddle in the Superstitions.
Weaver's Needle. Yes; I'd really like to do it right now.

Have to settle for walking around neighborhood.
Awfully boring. Just don't understand why we can't rendezvous.
Well, the patience of saints, they say.
Just don't understand.

Memoirs

A good session with the therapists.
Old stuff keeps getting recycled.
Il est très Proustien, non?
All settled own now; miss the French lady.

Four Walls

Terribly bored; not a soul here I know.



Only the four walls to be with.

Here's a lovely shot:

Trying to keep looking up and ahead.

Not exactly a study but something to do.

Off soon to see the counselors. In deep trouble.

Feel alright except for societal issues.

No job; no transportation; no family; no friends.

I'll pull through. God will provide.

Heavenly Father: please see me through and help me survive.

I ask this in Jesus' name as I pray that He enters my heart,

heals my mind and aids and comforts me in my distress. Amen.

Mon nouveau chapeau

J'aurais un grand sourire sur mon visage.
La femme française est à l'aise et de pardon.

Dommage que mes dents sont allés à une teinte ambrée.
Dans l'attente de quelques conversations intéressantes.

Sojourning Through

Raised up some little cash.
Went through downtown.
Stayed out of court; until...
Not my line of work - never was.

Rendering to Ceasar comes not easy.
Manifesting as it does, we are captive.
(The law, however, for law breakers, as Paul posits.)
Conflicting then in Revelation, the specie beastly.

I'd have none to do with it.
I'd pass by admiring the work, is all.
What to do the question, then.
Free of the misery, the obstructions.

But as for me and my household,
we will serve the LORD.

Operation Spare Change

Completely out of cash. Thought about cab deposit.
Have got to go to "the cage" and start the process.

Have got to talk to brother. How to process that?
I'm not going to survive without some agreement.

The Cab Thing

First drove a cab in NYC. 1972. Out of the Bronx. Worked Manhattan.
Would go to Brooklyn. Never any trouble. Only got "beat" once.
Three guys picked up on 2nd Avenue uptown go to Wayne, NJ.
Did not get $30 fare up front... they bailed in a mall lot and vanished.

Did have one accident. Guy playing chicken up the Major Deegan.
Passing courtesies blown away, he pulled out ahead at exit.
In front of Post Office on 138th, he stopped short at green light.
Rear-ended him. The explanations was interesting and accepted.

Best story was pick-up at after hours club near dawn.
52nd and 1st Avenue: the lights uptown timed at 30 mph.
Off we go, a wise guy and a bimbo... red light at 110th.
"Take it kid; this is my neighborhood." Don't recall otherwise.

Several years later took in Scorsese's Taxi Driver. Heavy.
Then meet myself a girl named Iris. An operator, for sure.
Wasn't fully apprised jargon then; she needed to be saved.
Double-crossed me; got over it; made rescue attempt.

Holy shit if that didn't set off a chain of events still reeling.
Thus and the need for current prescription impede driving.
Mentally and physically, I'm a safety hazard. All this plus.
Plus voices, plus dirty dig: "You'll end up driving a cab."

Such it is for students of philosophy. Students of Life.
Can't stand it anymore. Please Lord; clear my mind.
Something will come up. Meanwhile, Eric Hoffer advises.
And may the Good Lord have mercy upon us all.