angry gypsies with glittering black eyes

hello from the coffee beanery b/c my old man rocks.

i ran six miles today in an hour b/c i rock. the hour includes all the stoppage time at traffic lights and the such. sweet.

also sent an email to my siblings concerning things that concern us. much honesty was employed. feeling rockish about that, also.

purchased some crackers at eckerd for a snack here at the beanery, and this particular pkg was perhaps struck by a rock. b/c it's crumbs... duh.

tried to put a pic on here for ya, but it ain't working. that don't rock, huh?

the vanpool pulled up this pm to pick me up, and i opened the door, and peered inside, and there's 2 folks on each seat. so, i stood there a sec, then i said, c'mon folks, somebody's got to scoot over. seriously - did they think i'd just say, oh, you're full, forget it.?? uh... i've got to get on the van, people, so scober-over! the longest seat is in the back, but did they scober? why, nober, they did not scober. so, i was kinda half on the front seat, perching... perching.

we got stopped by a cop b/c they were stopping all traffic. why? for the elephant parade! the circus is in town, and the elephants have to get from the train to the arena on foot. they were late - not supposed to happen at rush hour. at first, i was disgusted, thinking it was going to take a long time, but it turned out to be a short parade and stellar to boot. three elephants, a dozen or so handlers on foot, and another dozen angry gypsies riding bareback on horses. seriously angry gypsies on what must be the dancing horses.

when i was a kid, maybe 7 or 8, i was riding in old baltimore, heart-filled, head-filled with glee. oh, just kidding. geesh! settle down! when i was a kid, about 7 or 8, i said to the cabbie, yo home' smell ya later. again with the kidding. take a chill pill!

when i was 7 or 8, i was riding with my grandmother-who-wished-to-be-called-grandmother. we were stopped at a traffic light, and i said something in aggravation. some little kid epithet of some sort in an attitude of anger doubtless learned from my parents. i.e.: it's bad to get caught at the light. grandmother said, no, no. it's great be the first car in line. then, you get to see the parade of all the other cars going by. hulahoops & handsprings, i tell ya what, i am still trying to capture that attitude every single day of my life.

it's not that you got stopped that matters. what matters is that you got to see the parade.