Yesterday
I wanted to tell you about yesterday;
Like how I drove the Vespa to my dentist appointment and then to Victrola for a croissant and coffee and then to SCCC where you can park scooters for free and then walked the library for a bit on on line time and then walked to city hall for a concert by Simple Measures then walked back to SCCC to pick up the Vespa and drive to Queen Anne for a cookie and coffee and then to the grocery store for bread and then home again in time to catch a little nap before going to the Chapel for a mesmerizing dance performance that included buckets of tennis balls that were used to connect the performance and the audience in a 'floating world' atmosphere, but on the way home the Volvo stopped running in an embarrassing place and I had to get towed home so that I have to spend the day repairing cars in hopes of having a ride to the salon tonight (also at the Chapel)
So that's what I'm doing and good day to you, sir
Like how I drove the Vespa to my dentist appointment and then to Victrola for a croissant and coffee and then to SCCC where you can park scooters for free and then walked the library for a bit on on line time and then walked to city hall for a concert by Simple Measures then walked back to SCCC to pick up the Vespa and drive to Queen Anne for a cookie and coffee and then to the grocery store for bread and then home again in time to catch a little nap before going to the Chapel for a mesmerizing dance performance that included buckets of tennis balls that were used to connect the performance and the audience in a 'floating world' atmosphere, but on the way home the Volvo stopped running in an embarrassing place and I had to get towed home so that I have to spend the day repairing cars in hopes of having a ride to the salon tonight (also at the Chapel)
So that's what I'm doing and good day to you, sir
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posted by Lane Savant at 11:37 AM
2 Comments:
You know I love run-on sentences, for they keep your eyes glued to the prose, kind of like the way William Faulkner could take one sentence and make it last two pages, or the way James Joyce toyed with language and symbols, which is not to say that your prose, sir, is the equivilancy of those fellas, but it does set up a flow of ideas, or images, or experiences that cannot be substituted for with separate sentences, and that is primarily because the reader can catch their breath and possibly get distracted by some other media or author, which of course is not your intent when you take the time to post a comment and share your day, or days as the case may be, but I am sad to hear of the towing the Volvo required, for I have had my share of calling the tow trucks to get one of my jalopies to my mechanic's, and it does not seem like a year and a half ago my Isuzu pick-up wouldn't start over in Tacoma after a TFC meeting, and I was extrememly embaressed cuz I was offering a ride to a comely lass, who made a face and hopped into another member's Mercedes, leaving me in the street with my jaw aslack and my face hanging out, and I always worry that the number of accumulated miles from the pick up point to the mechanic's shop or home will exceed the alloted number allowed by Pemco, but usually I luck out and the whole shebang is covered by my towing clause in my car insurance policy, although this is not news to you since you had hundreds of customers over the years at PALMER AUTOMOTIVE that used to have their broken cars towed to your parking lot, which was mostly full of all your own cars if I recall, and toss their keys into your mail slot, and be there bald faced to greet you when you arrived at the crack of noon to start another day as an independent small business owner, but all this is just more fodder for your emotional furnace as you wait patiently for your new 2009 Toyota Prius to arrive and change your life, even though you have not had the courtesy to let we readers of FFTL know what the hell color it is, but that does not lessen the thrill you get, I'm sure, riding Meredith's Vespa scooter, top speed 33mph, into downtown Seattle and utilizing the free parking privleges at the Seattle Library, and it was wonderful to find out that you did not miss your morning croissant and coffee, and your afternoon cookie and coffee, and it distresses me that you did not tell us what kind of bread you bought, nor whether this the kind of bread you would have purchased just for yourself, or was it bread mandated to be purchased by Meredith who has vastly different tastes than you do in almost everything, and what kind of dance troupe was it, modern, classical, hip hop, jazz, or what, and did the tennis balls hang on strings or just cascade out of an overhead chutes bopping off the audience's heads, and did the Volvo give up the ghost in the middle of an intersection, or in the midst of thick traffic, or in the parking lot of a porno parlor, or a strip club, which my old yellow Pinto once did, but I was single then so there was no one at home to fuss at me for having an afternoon jack, and what was wrong with the Volvo this time, and did you fix it, and what were the events at the Chapel and salon, and did you notice that I have scoured high and low to find Submarine images for my pictorial piece SUBMARINER CINEMA on FFTR, and dig the several Sherman Alexie Sonic's columns, and how about that latest Rick Mobb's poetry relative to the Winter that is soon upon us, and his son, Jason Bruno with his new blog, WILL SCARLET'S FEUD, and it will be nice when Janet Leigh has finished cataloging the belonging of her dead auntie, and can get back to writing poetry and being the blogmistress on POETMEISTER, and hey, that is about all I have to say about that.
Glenn
Just call me Marion Bloom (nee Tweedy ?, I forget)
I am my own towing insurer, don't need Pepsico (whatever)
Green.
Vespa top speed is more on the lines of 70.
there is mo parking whatever at the Library. Scooter parking is free at
SCCC and I wouldn't use it if I wasn't studying there.
Teh bread is A La Francaise that I used to be able to buy from the bakery at University Village but they sold out to Sara Whatsername and isn't as good but Keth likes and so do I but the only store that ever has enough on hand is the Mercantile whatsit on Queen Anne hill that I spent so much of my life living on and the flagship of my estate occupies.
The dance and the ping-pong balls are dealt with in tomorrows blog which I just posted today.
Ditto for the Volvo contretemps.
Liked the Sottomarina stuff.
That's Italian for Unterseeboot.
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