Ahh.. Me ‘n PALs in the Isles

Can’t stop thinking about those days and nights. The clowns I met on the beach, my lost shaker of salt, the pop-tops and flip-flops.
Erasmus‘ busy writing worthless code; the thing checks mutton sales totals daily, but it’s out of date till next fall Who cares? We da sheep… (It itself suggests alternate sources of info.)
Ekatarina, bronzed but with plenty to bronze who somehow attracted Ira-the-beach-boy’s eye.
And the hot tub, an ‘OPR‘ bells & whistles model. Churning water never going anywhere real. Summer blurrs on…

MUSE: WE SAT IN ‘OPR’ A HOT TUB SPIRAL. I MISS ‘EM: ANTIGUA NITES: ERASMUS MADE BOTS, EKATARINA MOWS SORGHUM. (UH..GROSS WOMAN IRA TAKES TO BED)
A.M. SUMS ARE SET IN AUG. IT NAMES SIMILAR IP’S BUT TO HARP ON IT AS EWES? UM.

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13 thoughts on “Ahh.. Me ‘n PALs in the Isles

    1. solberg73 Post author

      Well El, I might be getting better at it, with so much free time at my new dead-beat job, waiting for quitting time (details mebbe later)
      My goals personally are to make them conversational, long, and full of enclosed wisdom.
      Need to organize a good hundred other ones, now on disparate sheets of paper.
      To my modest credit, this mental-exercise/ constrained writing is just what’s advised (and routinely neglected) for folks suffering cognitive decline. I can no longer keep ’em straight and running in the proper direction simply in my mind. But at least I know the truth.
      Btw, the lambs invited to this slaughter were disappointed when I confessed that I just needed a “WE- word. So much for their dreams of a deep meaningful friendship. ‘Antigua’ felt much the same, an’ I feel chust awful ’bout it.

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      1. solberg73 Post author

        Fixed; and your vision is noted as ever. I do make unexpected errors lately. Just so they do not become the expected norm. My eyes (acuity) is as good as normal now, which allows me to ‘see’ the processor’s errors in all their ignominious glory.

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    1. solberg73 Post author

      Ah, am interesting fellow/ Few people know that his brother Clyde now Reigns in the forest, having Clawed the Reins from some Clod, who now Runs only the fungi desk. Birds are now scarce, as someone Clued in the Wrens before the putsch.

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  1. s

    hey all followers of jx;

    i found myself sitting on the back porch from where i now sit, on the front porch in the house where jx grew up (how odd?) talking to him in september-october of 2017 for hours on end for a few weeks – that’s not an exaggeration and i am 100% honest about it all. he’s the uncle to my boyfriend and he had been visiting for a few weeks from his now home in israel. i had heard so many stories of the elusive, piano-playing, so-called “genius”, so-called “wild”, so-called so many things man and when i finally DID meet him, it had been the morning after a series of dreams in which jx was different ages…

    anyhow; from that exact moment when i was standing in the kitchen, looking out the screen door to a scruffy older looking man holding a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other (or were they both in the same hand?) a new connection had been formed.

    we started talking and then didn’t stop..

    what memories!

    — what i came to say is, back earlier maybe in january of this year, he suffered a minor stroke.. he had emailed me a line of gibberish that was read-able but was about a sentence long and he said took him 10 minutes to type… he’s improved drastically since then, aside from “being practically blind” as his son put it back in april. i’m not sure he’s able to read a computer screen, but knowing him, has engineered a machine to read words to him, should he not see them.

    he may visit here soon, maybe i can type a message for him if that should happen.

    i must be off now, so long. over and out.
    s.

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