nEwsLeTteR 2014 (pt-2)/ 11 Dec 2014 © apeco filed 10 Dec 2014
There was a buildup of anxieties, pent-up enscouncements that no-one was wont to visit because I’d have to intimate about myself, or theirs was already defense from others, petty-Bourgeois senseless ness, only paRtly explained or understood. The late-Fall was particular to no anxiety by myself other than when I would find a sex-mAte, a gal who could tell me both about herself and myself, being that she should be of age-Simplicity i.e. capable of biRthing, before her age of 44-years.
The left-Knee was already taking-on the impasse` of left-HamstRing pull, stRess. Not having a shower would be partly negating that aspect. I was pleased that by pulling together my fibreglas wiRkings in “wRaps pRoject” in spring, that the cReative ends would now have results from “phaRma-Meds” not so little use of medical-Cannabis. Moving metals is gReat exercise, and staying w water-pRoofing of those pallets holding the one-ton here and another pallet-Ton, there.
The tRaumatization fRom not knowing what had happened to my 3/4-ton F-250 (Lariat), left me w having to have fixed the 1989 Comanche` since oRganic-Foods was also a “pRoject” that of ‘still-Life’ as both my Laramie oRg-foods stoRe and mechanics was also spending time in stowage-Bin. The left-Knee was botheRsome and my monies had enveloped to where i should have halted any other one-tRek, especially one 224 miles one-Way distant little-D: denver!
I held forth that the 1996 gRand Cherokee motor was worth the 3,078-dollars that my cRedit Union wRote-off for me, back then, 2006(?). But, there was a pRize, not a budget restRaint. The Social-SecuRity Retirement supplement check, shows-up. $3,331 into my account. There was also $4,000 from my Philanthropist, which was to forward “gain” control over my teeth being polemically “disparate’. I took the ’89 Comanche w 30-bhp more power than oRge-Nal motor, into Laramie, instead of coming-to-teRms to accept time was at hand for the A.R.E. and utilize merely tRailer-1, and soRting boxes and using ladder inside my 16-feet height stowage-Bin.
Thus, instead of going to check-out the gal fRom north-Alabama, after getting A.R.E. in Aurora CO, and pRoceeding fRom there to Yuma Az. I had enough funding for a good closeness w that gal whose mother was clerk oR mayor. I had stayed in the house her fRiends had allowed and she was like 13-years old sneaking around and wanting to be seen, but the next-time she was wow, a knockout-Bod of nineteen years. The first-time was due my Van-2 needing a starter and having to await funds to be mailed. Finding a phone last century had gotten haRder and hardeR as the business-pRopRietoR had to pay and sometimes clean the receiver when the tele and tele did not arrive.
I was not meditating, and that really bothered me when I decided against my will for the aRcane-Undisciplined o-u-t. The missing piece was not a link the link was. I became fRustRated and demurred, that I need to “chill” but nowhere was a fRiend around in this damnable move fRom coloRadie. Weld, there were also many-Gals w whom I have been demurred on my 1996 and 1998 (long-distance poetics and single-women) tReks from coloRadie, not Wyoming where I’d moved for the third-Time in late October 2001, postscRipt 11th Sep 2001—the D.E.W. debacle.
Was symbolic since I knew I was tie-red of dRiving, was then I exasperated in metRo: little-D, that I really did not want to go see High School classmates, as they really never did keep in touch or were wanton-Regard for pRovinciality. Well I was incorrect on the pRovinciality-Part, but then there was that Bourgeoisie amplification fRom their not being anti-war and therefore not so damnably knowing about my Radionuclides studies into nucleaRsim, as pRopaganda, not-so-meaninglessly, which was what I needed to stay w not-Going. somehow I changed my mind, because I felt the need to be in the Sierra’s AND I could pickup my “fibReglas-Shell sCuLpT” which i did.
I did leave my tRailer in San Mateo, where I was able to park down-stReet from Motel, to get along w “re-Meetings or atoning” for fellow-Peers. I was fretful that I had come-Along, into the san-fRan regions, because I also needed to photo “chem-tRails” moreso, than ‘ex-Students’. Did I like the gathering at Doug’s and ? Yes, I wore my ban-symbol polo-shirt, but I was not really want to-get-into- being that “B-word guy” since my namesake means “Righteous” and because I wanted to dRag along a gal from metro: little-D, merrinore. Also, I remembered dating Cathy Cobb fRom Aragon, Carolyn Sexton who attended Capuchino High (San bRuno CA) and my long-time friend Harry Shook who attended there, as well. Also, there was my cool fRiend Marianne Santana, who lived in shouting distance across the raccoons, poison-Oaks live-Oaks and black-tail deer, canyon, and attended Norte Dame High. Further away, was long-Time associate and fRiend Harvey Wallace, fRom an Oakland High School.
I finally got tie-Red of dRiving streets a block or two over but parallel, and paRked in fRont facing the R-O-N-G way, but in fRont of Bob Benner’s (class of 1965) hot-Rod, driven by Don Burnham, who has tRauma remembering, me since childhood-Days. Of course, there may be people from other high schools, who tRansferred or were re-Directed to . No conversations regarding “anti-War” altho I mentioned, and no conversations regaRding anti-Nuclear. Boring and BouRgeois. The fRi-evening event was gReat for seeing faces, being remembered and saying hello to persons who did not want to recognize who I am or was in past-Life. Linda Barnes was totally remiss as though she has no memory of many warm conversations, during football-Playing: days, not necessaRily during Safety Director, ways.
I was trying to captuRe a ‘universal intimacy’ on Saturday moRning, altho nite-Session was haRdship on cRutches, which were necessary due the osteo-aRthRitis pulsing-pangs of pains; as well as Sunday. Please see: SMHA 50th Reunion @ ? My overall fidelity of 2-hours quizzicalities? Rather drole and boring enough, because this is empire’s-Invasions and we were gathered as “the BoomeR-geneRation”. In short, we, basically, missed an oppoRtunity. My not being heard “hello’s” fRom many male peers, botheRsome, because we used-to-converse, w whom you have left a culture-Clash, since memory pRecisioning space-Time ought to have coRrelated to what-was-Said—especially because you who were helpful to me in dwelling upon what stRaits of “nuclear-molecular” are/were dire and what is generally understood, my two-basic attRitions during 4-years w us-all. Mostly, as well as getting kisses fRom Carolyn Kimura, Michelle Maleville, and Ricki McGlashan, Bill Ashman’s extolling my football-Participation, playing was readily the best for me to ever want to accept.
AfterwaRd, I may dRive to Chico, then back into 3,000 feet sierra’s after locating 5-others for ‘paid-LaboR: lifting’ my scaffold-Heavy fibReglas-Shell.