Turkey lurking

Not here - Bub. Where's the hot turkey left-overs? Where they've been left; elsewhere. No joy or caloric intake in Mudville. Have a nice apple.
Ah, Sundays! A palpable charm to them since I can recall. The reward of having gotten up way before the crack of dawn to deliver huge papers and then off to Sunday school by 7. Yup, I'm 12 again - like I was ever beyond that. What takes me here? Comfort. Comfort food for the mind. Like getting up at 4:30 AM is comforting? No - but this is about that feeling the day has -- relax, already... yeesh. Like you've gotten up that early for anything in decades. Well? Uh, no.
Painting away - a Klee kind of thing going on. Maybe. More to the side of Spain and France than Switzerland. Yeah - that's exactly it.
December is next week. Need I delve into what is going on within my camp? Dire finances. That's old news. My constant. My North Star.
Poverty. Don't recall taking a vow, but it sure seems like a choice made. It does have its own sort of realxing quality to it - nothing to get terribly upset over. Ah, the root of all evils don't know this address.
If only I could tap dance. But no one sent me to dance school. Oh well.

My birthday, celebrated in Forest Lawn. Okay.....

eleven eleven

Snake Eyes! ! 11 11 ! Doubles !!
Snake hips. Shake your money maker, kiddo. Shake it this way, over here, where the pockets are bare.
Rent is still due.
Feels like it's going to rain. but then a clearing in the skies, as the sun sets all too quickly in the west. I feel a Tom Rush song a comin' on, if not the Mamas and the Papas. But none of the leaves here are really brown, although I did spy a real autumnal bit of foliage somewhere around here the other day - take me away.
Ah, what for a brisk walk in some New England woods. My good friend Marshall suggested that I come to Boston while he's there also, sometime in the beginning of December. Why not? Our mutual compatriot, Gene Bellabona, is going through chemo and it would be nice to touch base with him - plus, family is all over the place back around there. Will I ever let go of Boston as my home? Does anyone ever let go of roots?
Mom used to ride me for spending my hard earned cash on trips back there, like I was retarded for not going somewhere else for basically the same output of funds. Hmmm, but hotels cost a lot, Mommie Dearest.
That is over and done with, but sister Charlotte has since been my host - and a great one at that! - for several visits now. Undoubtedly my favorite dining partner. DO let me tell you about my first taste of foie gras last year in Providence. And we got it for FREE!
We walked on a tab that we couldn't get after many minutes of asking, waiting, asking, waiting... Go! And we did. It made it all that much more, uh, memorable. And we sprinted out, expecting goombahs to chase....
To say nothing of Providence, which was a lovely surprise, with a fire and water display (see the pic above^^^) that was amazing and well worth the time and trouble.
Made a pork shoulder and white bean pot o grub this afternoon - the place is aromatic from it, so much so that Ted upstairs called and knew where and what was going on. Cornbread, anyone? It's rather tasty stuff, if I must say so myself.
Dark at 4:30. Could I live in some more northern clime? I dunno. I totally get the suicide rate going up in Vermont and Sweden in the winter. What on Earth do dentists in these places face? The double whammy.
Oh well.
Had to write to a friend's sister - not knowing if the address was even her (it was) - to find out what's up with dear friend Lee, who has stoped communicating with the outside world. Cold winter does its magic again on him, so, I invited him to come here and share the bounty (har) of my LA life. If nothing else, it would be a change of pace from Salem, Oregon, and it might even be slightly warmer and less wet, even though I have witnessesed Pacific storms hitting here with a ferocity unlike anything seen by these eyes anywhere.
He should be getting this letter mailed on Monday, if all goes accordingly. I wait to see if I get any reaction. His sister, Ginger, concurred that it may do the guy good to come here.
Have I mentioned my encounter with The Simple Life? I got, at long last, a return call, as the show was scheduled to be taped, filmed, whatever, on last Monday, Nove. 6 - my birthday one day late... whoopie. Now all is off until March, so I was told. I neede that infusion of earnings NOW!
Oh, what to do? Wait. Uh huh.
To quote Mia, daughter of Katie Schwerin: "I am made of waiting." Love that line from her poetry.
And I shall wait. Someone said all good things come to those that indeed do wait. I am up for something on a scale I can barely believe, should this hold a grain of truth to it. Scintilla? Sounds like fur.
And now I do have Tom Rush playing. I am a teen again.

Lackadaisical - did I spell that correctly?
Day of the Dead. November One. Halloween over and done; bring on the rest of the holiday nonsense and I will deck the halls. My halls are as decked as they're going to get.
A slightly dead Mercedes, the unknown of what is happening with my TV thang. What? It's been how long since I've been in here? Let me drone.
Got a leg in the door for the next season of The Simple Life. You heard that right. Something as to fat farms and such. The big question presented at the onset of this was "Will you be willing to have a colonic?"
Uh, is there an incentive? No? Well, if I am there and all is going as planned, why not? I can think of loads of reason 'why not,' but really, it'll make for good TV. Yup. I await this. Filming supposedly starts Nov. 6 - the day after my birthday.... am I too old? Whatever.
The paperwork generated by this whole situation is something else. These people doing the casting, production and all, now have more info on me than any other entities to date. All for naught? Hmmmm.
Death. The day is dedicated to such. Boney cold fingers point at life and guffaw. I don't get it, but - stop it, yer killin' me! I still don't get it. When you least expect it is when.
Now?
No. Proceed.
The days are shortened since Sunday. Yes, everyone is painfully aware, but thanks for the reminder. We'll all look at this sometime down the road and think.... think something. Dull hums fill this void. Hmmm.
I am out of it and out of here.
I wonder how the auto is doing? Money with wings flapping away....