TSCLT 12.0: The pantheon hates a pussy 2.0

[Wat_Tyler]

I'm on hold for the "next available associate" with the gas company credit card people. This will be the 4th time I have asked them to send a card to the landlady's house - one replacement one for me and two to add her to the account (for a decent gas per-gallon discount). None has arrived - yet. You'd think I asked for them to be mailed to some moon of Jupiter.


The hold muzak is horrid. "your estimated wait time is less than 5 minutes." That was 3 minutes ago they said that, and they just said it again. Now we're down to 2 minutes.


I got a gringo. Worked within their limitations. They promise me a replacement card in 2 days.


We'll see.

 

[thør]

I'm guessing that saving for a rainy day is out of the picture.

 

[Inflation999]

I got the rainy day with the usual accuracy by the meteorologists and you can have it.
They said a chance of a few sprinkles late tonight that would pass quickly, they missed. By nine AM we had the sprinkles, by ten it was actual rain and for the last three hours, we've had intermittent thunderstorms and high winds. It was so bad I had to pull over on the highway for a few minutes because my wipers couldn't keep up and there were a lot of small vehicles already stopped. We really need a better weather team, or someone needs to install that window that was mentioned.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Today is fabulous!!! Can't beat this weather. These are the days of summer that make it so we stay here.

 

[thør]

My cousin is enjoying her Alaskan tour and cruise. The weather hasn't made her need the goretex jacket and temperatures have been moderate. In Juneau today and then off to Ketchikan before disembarking in Vancouver. I can't say that a tour and a cruise are right for me, but some folks like them. My touristing preference is to travel light and away from the crowds where possible.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Traveling is for my big HfD, Zelda. She's a really good girl.


Home. Same grub as last night because it warn't broke and don't need fixin'.

 

[Inflation999]

I tend to go by boat, stopping in marinas for a day or two and moving on. I have a 16-foot camper as well, big enough for me and the pup when I need to get away on land, it lets me go wherever the wind blows without worrying about finding a hotel.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

I've considered one of those, but not very hard.


Speaking of, the new campground should be completed by the end of the month, insh'Allah.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

The more I look at the Bal'mer football stuff, the more I conclude that Jackson isn't a $250+ million player.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Happy Thursday!!! Slept end to end. Cats are milling around after breakfast. I had a weird dream night before last which involved the girlcat. She obviously didn't have the same dream.


Wire butchers are done, and the wood butchers have a lot to do yet. Wallboard starts Monday in some form or fashion.


After coffee.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

 

[Inflation999]

I share the boat and let the little one use the trailer as a getaway. Sometimes you need a space away from everyone that's out of the house and close enough that the adults don't freak out.

Early delivery today, so I was early get up and go. Wood, wire and other sorts of butchers are in another building and dealing with the contractor who is pushing to be finished ahead of schedule so he can get his bonus. The work on the newest building will start as soon as the city stamps the money for the permits, they already took my money.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Cocksuckers always get your money first. Want me to do something? Pay me first.


Of course, I have to do something in order to be paid, so here we have the crux of the dilemma.


It's Take My Kitten To Work day. She's sitting beside my desk chair, just like if we were at the house.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

https://poeticoutlaws.substack.com/...d=128264090&isFreemail=false&utm_medium=email

Landscape Of A Vomiting Multitude​

By: Federico García Lorca

The fat lady came out first,
tearing out roots and moistening drumskins.
The fat lady
who turns dying octopuses inside out.
The fat lady, the moon's antagonist,
was running through the streets and deserted buildings
and leaving tiny skulls of pigeons in the corners
and stirring up the furies of the last centuries' feasts
and summoning the demon of bread through the sky's clean-swept hills
and filtering a longing for light into subterranean tunnels.
The graveyards, yes the graveyards
and the sorrow of the kitchens buried in sand,
the dead, pheasants and apples of another era,
pushing it into our throat.

There were murmuring from the jungle of vomit
with the empty women, with hot wax children,
with fermented trees and tireless waiters
who serve platters of salt beneath harps of saliva.
There's no other way, my son, vomit! There's no other way.
It's not the vomit of hussars on the breasts of their whores,
nor the vomit of cats that inadvertently swallowed frogs,
but the dead who scratch with clay hands
on flint gates where clouds and desserts decay.

The fat lady came first
with the crowds from the ships, taverns, and parks.
Vomit was delicately shaking its drums
among a few little girls of blood
who were begging the moon for protection.
Who could imagine my sadness?
The look on my face was mine, but now isn't me,
the naked look on my face, trembling for alcohol
and launching incredible ships
through the anemones of the piers.
I protect myself with this look
that flows from waves where no dawn would go,
I, poet without arms, lost
in the vomiting multitude,
with no effusive horse to shear
the thick moss from my temples.

The fat lady went first
and the crowds kept looking for pharmacies
where the bitter tropics could be found.
Only when a flag went up and the first dogs arrived
did the entire city rush to the railings of the boardwalk.​

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Somewhere is a city inspector who is supposed to be here looking at my shit.


And passing it . . . .

 

[thør]

No doubt coffee and donuts are being consumed on City time.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Possibly. He did arrive. We looked at stuff and talked about stuff. We're good as far as the kitchen vent goes. Waiting for the plumbing inspector to eyeball the water heater vent.


Donuts may be getting injured as I type this . . . .

 

[Wat_Tyler]

 

[Wat_Tyler]

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Home. Got fish under the broiler. Which is a good place for it, really. Four meals. So I reckon we know what we're eating this weekend.


The gas company I've been scrapping with? Card arrived, finally!!! Even spelled the name right.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Happy Friday!!! Slept pretty well, if not quite coast to coast. Cats are fed, coffee is served, and all is quiet.


The wood butchers will like as not leave earlier today. They're blowing ol' Wat off this weekend, it looks like. The head butcher ducked Wat's call. Some people's kids. We have a blurt-thread email thread of promises to stay until the job is done. I guess they have those lies told to other folks, too, and they don't have enough people to go around. And here I was gonna growl that they need to get more people down here to speed these kids up a bit. Everything is relative.


Looks like their relatives are from a family vine . . . .

Assalam alaikum!​

 

[Bidin~Time]

There's a storm blowing through and it has the dogs and cat kinda rattled. This has been a busy few weeks in the kitchen. I picked the last of the beans yesterday; it may not be the absolute last, but any more will be but a handful here and there. The tomatoes are slowing down and most have been preserved for later in one form or another. Other produce has been pickled or otherwise preserved too. The corn is coming in now and next week will be busy again. This is my Monday, so I'll be out playing in the chaos of the salt mines while the garden waits.

 

[Inflation999]

It's my Friday and I have the next two days off to clean house, do laundry, garden and do whatever else needs to happen before winter sets in.

 

[JohnnySavage]

I close on another property today. The empire is closing in on 1,000 acres