my pretty good week

 The forest primeval continues to thrive.  The purple morning glories, always late sleepers, are now blossoming beside their pink brethren and all the sunflowers are blooming or beginning to.  The tomatoes that have been stubbornly green for seems like a month are taking on a reddish hue.  

I remember taking the tomatoes home from Gethsemane gardens far out on the north side, watching them protectively on my lap as the Clark Street bus took them on its start stop bumpy ride.  "Be still my darlings," I whispered to them beneath the hub bub of the bus, "I am taking you from your crowded quarters at the store, to a place high in the sky where you will be save from rabbits and squirrels and all manner of critter, and you can gambol with your pals the morning glories and sunflowers all summer long where you can raise your family in their juicy red cribs."  Of course I would be eating their children, but no need to be telling them that.

And what the hell the reason they put their seeds in those cribs is so that some animal will eat them and spread them across the land so that they can find a spot to sprout and grow their own red round cribs for their children and so on and so on.  Best not to think of anything beyond the next generation.  We people do of course and look where it's gotten us, and unfortunately we have taken everybody us.

Well a grim end to a sunny observation, but meanwhile there is still plenty of summer to go.

In other news I can still see for miles.  I find that leaning back from the computer like I am driving some big chrome monster from the late fifties helps me think clearer than when I am all cramped up over the keyboard.  Expect my writing to go up a notch.

The open mic, while not as crowded as I would have liked, still drew a pretty good crowd, and everybody had a pretty good time.  That story that I fretted about, I had practiced it so many times that I could no longer tell if it was funny or not, went over quite well.  Like I said, I could no longer tell if it was funny or not, but when I heard the first laugh from the crowd I knew I was on my way.