Pet. Wood, Agate, Flakes, Arrowhead?
Early to work, scrounging what remains of the beach. Water still rising, 2 more feet projected for the next week, little remains of the beach so it's an easy comb.
Bottom left - petrified wood? upper left - agate - right, various chert flakes, lower right - the ovoid - looks suspiciously to me like an arrowhead. A bird point, none to glamorous, but - when the lake recedes I'm looking for a whole pile of new treasures to be exposed...
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Rumours...
And, rumour has it from a source close to the owners, that the restaurant has sold, conditional on not letting the staff know.
So it's strictly on the down-low, and - really it's time, there are bigger and better adventures, but, damn, I need wheels, a place to live, and I've a whole shit-load of bills that need squaring away before this next run of unemployment...
Anyways, so far only a rumour, but - but...
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Stoned...
And, so, noticing the quality of stoned on the small quantity of Marijuana Sticks I bought...
First, the procession of aimless and unrelated imagery. Completely random, pictures assembling and animating themselves in my head for no reason that I can put a finger on.
It's entertaining, I can see why this is popular.
And secondly, the cavalcade of childhood memories that erupt in association with said images. Memories long forgotten, who knows, maybe they don't even exist, but they erupt in association with the images - which - I should note, have no relation whatsoever with them, these images, they never existed, but they seem by random channels of thought I have yet to decipher to percolate to the surface, a longing, haunting memory of childhood, the emotional quality preserved so fresh as if I were reliving it...
I'm going to have to try this a bit more. I'm curious.
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Stormy, Stormy
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday the weather is muddled. Thunder, lightening, light rain, downpours.
Sunday, Monday the library is closed, Monday the Gym is closed.
Tuesday, a nap in the park between showers, after an hour abandoning all efforts, heading back to the car for a better sleep in from the wind and showers, and who should I run into on the edge of Lakeshore Park but Stormy.
He's been let out by his sister. It's been a while, and my guilt about not visiting him has only aggravated my not visiting him. He's not bearing a grudge, and it soon becomes apparent why.
We're talking, he recognizes me from the restaurant. But he doesn't remember how long it's been we've known one another, and he's guessing 2 years. He doesn't remember my name, and is asking about the town where the restaurant is, and the other place, just up from us..."Ainsworth" I tell him, "...the hot springs..." and he takes a minute to think about it before smiling, that's right.
He's in his second infancy, the days pass and are unmemorable, just a sequence of impressions, memory has abandoned him.
It's good to see him, even like this, he's gotten a new set of false teeth, last week, he shows me, they pulled the last of his top teeth (tooth?) and replaced it with a nice line of dentures. He's happy enough, tells me where he's living and to come & visit him. He's too young to be this far gone, but, so it goes, and I can't take more of an interest in his health than he does himself. Eventually, visit done, load him into the car, his wheelchair into the back, and he's back to the home.
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