Melancholy Saturday morning

Just 7:00 AM, just finished listening to a bit on public radio about
"global baseball" and as I turned south on Western, there's the moon,
in just about the same spot that it was yesterday--though I am an hour
later, it being Saturday. Madeline just texted me "never mind dad"--I
was supposed to be available to pick her up from a sleep over.

Listening to the discussion of baseball--we were just contemplating a
drive to Chicago, maybe going to a Cubs game. But the reality that we
don't currently have a trustworthy vehicle for the trip is sending us
to our default vacation--an abbreviated stay at The Inn on Lake
Superior in Duluth.

--
David
www.schons.net

Drivers license written test

Sitting on a bench in the waiting area of the Drivers License bureau,
about 2 30, waiting while Madeline takes her written test. On
University Avenue in the Midway district of St. Paul, this place has
a diverse clientele.

--
David
www.schons.net

Full Moon

This morning, I walked out the door this morning to the sight of a
nearly full, just above the horizon, right at the end of the street,
copper-colored, setting moon. I have pulled over and parked in a
parking, facing west, and am watching the moon descend into the trees.

Yesterday I sent this email to Dorothea:

Vernal Equinox--Thursday, 12:48 AM
Full Moon--Friday, 1:40 PM

Couldn't be too much earlier than that--the full moon is less than
twelve hours after the equinox.

Happy Anniversary.

--
David
www.schons.net

Lite My Fire

Happened to land on KQRS. Used to be truly FM, with body counts; now,
shock-jock classic rock. Every once in a while, I'll listen, just to
get a sense of the other side. They're out there.

Not yet 6:00 AM, driving to Y. I heard the entire long version of Lite
My Fire. Can't help but think of Jose Felliciano, Ed Sullivan. Still
enjoy. Was in the mood. The long organ stretch satisfying, especially
that it sounds like he did it with one hand. They did something right.

Now sitting in the Y parking lot. The garbage truck driver gets in
through the gate by hitting the button with the edge of his door.

--
David
www.schons.net

Thought storms

Thought storms crash against my body as solar flares against the
atmosphere, and I have about as much control--none--over one as the
other.

--
David
www.schons.net

Icy crashes

The view was darkness and blanket of twinkling lights from the top of
the Dale Street-Concordia Avenue hill this morning.

Yesterday as I was driving to work, coming down the hill from West
Seventh near the intersection of Lexington and Montreal to Shepard
Road, I passed a car that had apparently quite recently slammed into a
light or power pole. The temperature was above freezing, but there was
glare ice in the early morning shade. A retirement-age man was sitting
behind the wheel. He looked like he was waiting.

I was sure what to do. As I got to the bottom of the hill and turned
onto Shepard, they was another car crash. The police were there. As I
passed, it occurred to me that they may not now of the old man crash
around the corner.

At next corner, I pulled over and called 911.

--
David
www.schons.net

Christmas, 1960

And of course I need to analyze more closely the Christmas presents
the Ed MacMurray's sons are opening up--Christmas, 1960. That was my
second Christmas; I was almost two. I would've known what was going
on.

--
David
www.schons.net

The Apartment

Ed McMurray gives the cabby $1.00 for a cab fare, and the cabby is
appreciative. The Shelley Winters switchboard operator character tells
someone that they owe her forty-five cents like it matters. The cabs
on the New York City streets are all Chryslers, Plymouths, and Dodges
like the 1958 Chrysler Royale that I was born into, only with bigger
fins.

--
David
www.schons.net

City lights

220. Been a long time. Anything to do.with my getting to the Y every
day this week? Hmmm. Light out this morning waiting for green at Dale
and Concordia, on a bit of a hill-- can see back through rearview to
the Midway and ahead to the river bluffs to the east. Actually when it
is dark, like it was yesterday, you can see the blanket of city
lights. In daylight, not so far.

The choker cubicle neighbor also told me that he's got his ticket to Brazil.

--
David
www.schons.net

Dali Lama moment

My cubicle neighbor Craig did a very convincing version of almost
choking to death today. "Are you all right? Can you talk?" ". . ." How
do you spell Hiemlick?

Some time afterward, I said something to the effect that you never
really do know what is going to happen in a Zen sort of way, to which
he replied "funny you should mention that. I have been interested in
Buddhism lately." and he pulled a book out of his drawer--by the Dali
Lama.

--
David
www.schons.net

Blood. Vomit. Bile. Toe cheese.

Blood. Vomit. Bile. Toe cheese. On The Morning Show this morning, they
played a song because it had the word "mucus" in the lyric. We are on
the same wavelength.

--
David
www.schons.net

49 137

3/5/08

Snot. Boogers. Ear wax. Puss. Mucus. Saliva. Poop. Grease. Plaque.
Bacteria. Eye gunk. Urine. Did I miss anything?

Last Monday was the first time that I entered the age "49" in the
elliptical trainer, and was greeted with a reduction of one off the
maximum heart rate. Not only am I now 49, I am also 137.

--
David
www.schons.net

lunar eclipse

2/20/08

I am sitting on the landing, looking out the window at the eclipsing
moon just above the roofline of my neighbor's house. Pretty neato.
Eclipses are slow, though. The surface is about half covered in shadow
now.

--
David
www.schons.net