I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

[SadLuckDame]

Oh! mingo. Do you know when I was young I was often the child swept up in story about what what signifies, and how it's special. It surely might of been just child-like whim and fancy, but I still keep the same or similar attendance.

And do you know what? You speak to her, and she's wide eyed.
I likes letting her be amazed, she's very happy like this and I'm happy if she's happy.

Thanks for being a weaver and keeping that dying breed of story still fresh. You've this voice, and my attention, my time to listen and not be so fast to find the next thrill. I could hang out always with this in mind.

I appreciate your doings.
Sweet dreams, u.

[the mingo]

For the Stories

[SadLuckDame]

Darlin'
it's beautiful and I'll not forget it.
I've a little folder of your pictures, some standing out more a story than others.

I'm pleased. I need to start writing them down.
ty, u.

[the mingo]

Your welcome, Annie B.

Jack gave me a weather report at the end of his signal for the day and that's what's going on 'round here too. Weather, climate, latitude & longitude, the furnace. Snow on the wind. My heart dinosaured by sign & track. Some dead. Some fossilized. I remember everything but I only want some out of what's there. The rest can go back to where they came from on the same wind what brought them.

I just dropped down two spaces to find something. The washer & dryer here at the lodge sit right next to one another, nuts to butts. The woman of the house says they are lovers but I think they are lesbians. One night last week I thought I heard the faint sound of Greek chanting & song.
Men don't hear the faint sound of Greek chanting & song unless there are lesbians about.

Dropping another two spaces...ya know this keeps up I'll end up pretending I'm a submarine. You ever pretend you were a submarine? Like everyone else my mother was my door. General Custer had a mother. So did Sitting Bull. If I was a legendary anonymous bad blues harp player I'd pull it out right now and blow a few bars of a ghost song I never wrote - "It Just Keeps Goin' On"

Stand by to drop...

Ok, I've found a few things but we are pretty close to the bottom now. Ya know how to tell? Your blood slows to glacier speed. Stand by...

If only President Jefferson could see us now. But it's so dark down here he could be standing right next us and we'd never know it. Here, take the wheel, I'm going to bed. Catch ya later ...

[the mingo]

Hey Miss Lala Squeaks & Bings - hope your day is turning the same speed as the earth. I'm off to power shower. Had some good chess last night. I lost the first two games & won the last three. My esteemed opponent, my gallant antagonist, he likes to work the pieces. Me, I like to work the board. It's the only way to finesse the play. Keep on chooglin', later, Annie B !

[SadLuckDame]

I wonder what I'd do at chess. I don't know if I'd fancy the pieces, the whole board or more than likely my opponent.

Most likely I'd watch him closer than anything else.
Reminds me of that video Jack posted once of the chess game.

I'm imagining I may not of imagined before, before today, but I'm sure as it, imagining myself a submarine going to the bottom of our ocean now.

Yes, I'm submarine.
Where to go to first?

ty, u

My days usually exhaust me, not that I'm not happy to work or to wake. I likes both very much. But, I stay moving, do running spurts, jump rope, hop scotch and all sorts of non-stop sports that I'm always thinking ...food and then a lil light nudge here, then sleeping. It's a full day until the lazy weekend.

I feel good about it, just wish I could do more of this typing to clear my mind. The keeping thoughts in is difficult. I imagine writing in my head constantly, lol.

[the mingo]

Yeah, you're week sounds like mine. And used to carry 'round a small pad to jot in. But not for years. So I never have paper or pen when a moment happens. Which is ok for me 'cause what is happening is happening only right now. I mean, yeah, that. A native poet once said exactly what I want to say here, Joy Harjo is her name. She wrote it, I read it, now I can't remember where & I'm way too lazy to look it up. So I stop here to scan night skies.

I was just gonna say it is quiet where I sit but that's not true I've just realized. There are all these small sounds and it's constant. Then there are the sounds coming in from out the night too.
So about the quiet - I was flat wrong.

Flat Wrong. You could have a character in a book named that. "Flat wrong was slow about lookin' round the corner. Truth is no matter what it was Flat Wrong had no on-fire desire to know anything about it. But down where his bones grew he knew this time he must & he imagined what it would be like to never again see the horses run."

I think I just caught a piece of odd mood. The moon's not around tonight.

Read something about fox today. Ain't it strange the things that will find you out in a day and stick so you can't get loose of them? Fox. Came at me from two directions. The first from out of a 16,500 year old graveyard. And, a few hours later, as I was reaching back to find the root of a word next thing I knew I was reading about fox tails.

So you can see I still imagine about writing it. The compulsion has faded over the years but it's not yet among the disappeared.

Catch ya later, don't worry you're wore out on the weeks. Take it easy, Annie B.

[SadLuckDame]

Flat wrong was out with the women.
Now, he's a good name, too.
Wondering about his character. Maybees everybody needs
one great stereotype (to be well known anywhere and an alto alter ego to hide out when not them-self.

You get me giggling. I want to be a stereotypical dame and quite the individual woman. Ooo, here we go mingo. Where's the moon tonight?

Tomorrow Friday. All is gonna be o.k. if he says he's o.k.

[the mingo]

I saw it break cloud on my way home last night but only for a moment and the clouds were dark dark dark. It looked like a boat up there for a moment but I couldn't tell who the captain was or if anyone were aboard. Maybe it was the Flying Dutchman or the Flying Frenchman or the Flying Englishman or maybe even the world renowned double famous Duper Super Crazy Good Flying Indian !! Geronimo as trapeze artist. Geronimo always worked without a net. How the hell did I get here? Didn't we start out with the moon? From the moon to Geronimo the world famous Flying Indian no-net trapeze artist - no problem.

[SadLuckDame]

You've no problem with flying either, lol
like a bird, what a treat to meet a trapeze artist.
Save the best for flights and fancies
I'm going to see you tango in thin air.

Sweet dreams, mingo.

[the mingo]

It's been a long winter 'round here. Sky gray - land white. Furnace on. Roof icebound & leaking. Buildings collapsing all around from the weight of it. Words slow and resistant. Snowing.

how

how winter

how the window
seems so white

Thinking of roads. Did you ever wonder what happens when a road is not used anymore? When it becomes abandoned? When it dies ? There is a road like that not far from here. Part of the road still lives, still used, blacktopped and warning signs and speed limits & traffic. The no longer used section, the abandoned section, the dead part, has no topping, no warning signs, no speed limits, no vehicular traffic. The forest has grown up around it. The only reasons it is visible now are snowmoblies and ATV's. I've known about it since I was a boy but didn't know at first it had been a regular road. I thought it was something the farmer had done who owned the land the road passed over. Found out only later from an old woman with a cigarette in her hand and a beer on the table before her who revealed it to me as a June moon rode full in the sky. She spoke of traveling it when she was younger. She's long dead as I write this. I used to walk there on the dead road and write things on the trees whose roots passed across it in places. Things like, "Spear Ritual Territory" & "Long Radio - One Gun" I was once preoccupied with the Why & the When of it but that and many other things are no longer true. I ain't walked there for a time now, most likely, never again. Some things come and go, other things come and stay for awhile & then go.

Water finds its way through the roof sooner or later and you'll be spending time placing pans, pots, & buckets to catch the drip. Buffalo women were responsible for keeping the tipi dry. And warm. Except when the howling winds came. Then all bets were off. And the howling winds always came.

So. Ok. Time to get back to painting. The snow has ceased for the moment. This is sharing it with you.
And a painting for you too. I named it from the last line of yours in your last post above which was also the inspiration for it.

Bye, Annie B.

[SadLuckDame]

When the two stop fighting,
they lay sleepy down
with their heads together
and look up to where their spirits
finish off a beautiful tango.

Thank you for the portraits, mingo.
It's fine art to me.

Just watched Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy,
for the first time. I should read the book.

I like that about the roads,
there's this road at my camp lake
hidden beneath the water.
We'll say, "I'm going to the end of the road."

My Grandma always took pictures of us children
hand in hand walking down the road
to go to the end of the road.

I'm lucky to have one of those pictures.
Something in them that stays.

[the mingo]

" I'm lucky to have one of those pictures.
Something in them that stays. "

There is something like that up north of here in Salmon River reservoir. Discovered it kayaking up there last year. It's the remains of some long gone farmer's stone wall that runs down to the water's edge and disappears beneath the surface.

"I'm lucky to have one of those pictures" Yes you are. And may you keep right on being lucky that way.

"Something in them that stays." - In a place like this that's something to treasure. And here you are, a woman of treasure.

[SadLuckDame]

True about my treasures.
I'm pretty spoiled when I've mine own garden with the best companions.
All the lovely words, these pictures, our stories.

Let's me bees fat and golly, I likes eating it all up here. No diet in the garden, mingo.

For lunch I went to a cafe with co-workers and had a plate of raw carrots.
I come here and I get a five course meal, the desert and dinner intimates. How glad I am for here.

[the mingo]

Agreed - No diet in the garden.