I got it made, continued

I got it made this summer.

Islecom, the university library consortium, extended my stay until September. They increased my work-load by 1/3rd but gave me a three day weekend.

I was so happy I forgot to ask, what about a raise? I don't really care though. We're good. The gap between the rich and poor, which the New York Times often laments during Republican administrations, is finally narrowing.

Last night, thieves ransacked my glove compartment and left all sorts of lost items on the passenger seat. Keep-sakes. A love letter. A phone number. I'm rich in pens, now.

They didn't take my library books.

There were no jewels No Nothin' !
- (all quotes here are from Dylan)

And it was reassuring that they were caught red-handed, after midnight. The human alarm went up and they were made to casually stroll on down the street.

This is a good neighborhood in the middle of a bad neighborhood. It's well lighted, and the residents are mostly reformed crooks themselves. And insomniacs.

My girl has a boy and a Golden Retriever puppy, I've told you here, so I am blessed that she shares her life with me. We go to a lot of little league games and practices. The 14 year old is relishing his summer off from school and I am feeling that almost forgotten feeling, like it's contagious.

I get off at noon and usually go over there around four, when we go to the batting cages or to the recreational center. He lifts weights. I'll swim. We'll play Pingpong! there's the Belle of Xexaloitez!

And when his mother gets home we wait for our supper.

Then there's a movie! For the first time in 20 years I am seeing current releases. I can join in conversations at work now! I have my opinion about "No Country For Old Men", and love to hear other's take as well.

Last weekend the three of us went to a go-cart track. My Memphis, she is a fearless one; but don't pull over, keep on the inside.



The Great Zigfield and his 14 kids are game too. His house is a short distance from here.

It's true I take my life in my hands, stopping by exactly at lunch time, and my welcome is time and again interrupted by psycho-motor moments like this. See by my face, I'm pretty sure he'll not traumatize the kids.

You've heard tell about someone here ending up on the "third floor"? That's what we call it here since that's where it is. But Harmonic Zigfield will never go because who can take the time off for that??

I'm also thinking of learning to play the guitar since I've also learned in the last month that I can 1.) Rollerskate and 2.) Hit a baseball.

It's a musical family.

Don't I get around.

I like to get an unlikely picture of myself and then, eh, get on home.

Is really what it is.