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Dostoyevsky, upon the failure of his second marriage was overheard to say that in the future he would just look for a woman he didn’t like and buy her a house.
Re string the beads
Strap the baby in
This is gonna get rough
I’m basically into rolling stops but for yard sales I pull over. It wasn’t like I was looking for anything in particular I was just curious and like poking around in other peoples stuff.
To be honest it was pretty bleak. trashy romance novels. records I wouldn’t want to listen to. A lot of plates. Bags of buttons. A stair master. some dumb bells. Turned out I didn’t feel attracted to the part of their life that they were selling off.
then I spotted the typewriter sitting on a flower patterned suitcase all cued up with a sheet paper.
The uick brown fox jumped over the lazy dogs . . . . .
And then out of nowhere I launched into a letter to my ex wife. We’d barely spoken in the almost year since our divorce and when we did it was pretty shallow . . .
“is the bread maker still out in the garage”
“don’t forget to change the furnace filter”
“any mail for me”
“sorry to hear about sascha but you can’t say i didn’t warn you”
there were things I’d been wanting to say - nothing like explanations or justifications – no apologies - that was all to far past. But there were other things that I’d never had the words for or hadn’t been clear about and right there and then it all came out in a rush. I pounded away.
I singled spaced through the sheet and turned it over without pausing.
The rest of the world disappeared. Slap Ding. Slap Ding. Slap Ding. Slap Ding.
Done.
I pulled the sheet. A quick read. She’d figure out “ueen of sheba” . I Folded it into my pocket. Picked up the Remington and an ashtray made to look like the Grand Canyon saying “wish you were here” along the canyon floor and went to pay the lady.
Nothing was priced and there was a little sign saying cash only.
All I had was a five dollar bill.
Will you take 5?
6
all I’ve got is 5 and the “q” key doesn’t even work – you can keep the ash tray
ok just give me 5
I’m not one to talk but people are so weird.
So
I get home, rag it off and put it on the kitchen table.
it felt like i had found the holy grail. I’d write a novel. A couple of novels. Plays. Poems Think of all those letters I was behind on. This was a miracle.
I put in a fresh sheet and typed “Sven”. Sven is a good friend who lives in belgium who in his last letter had told me that a freak accident stringing a banjo had left him blind in one eye
Sven,
That’s as far as I got. Nothing came next.
I left it like that and came back later but . . . .nothing. I tried a few laps of the uick brown fox to see if it was some sort of priming issue but no.
a stone cold wall of china
and I was never able to write anything on it again. It sat on the table for a couple of months until finally one day I realized that that was that. It must have been a one shot deal. I took it outside and put it on the front steps and went back inside to make a pot coffee.
10 or 15 minutes later When I went back up front with my coffee it was gone. I lit a cigerette and sat there.
A tall black man wearing a purple tuxedo complete with matching top hat strode by. I don’t think I’d ever seen a person who looked as happy as him. He was positively beaming (no pun intended)
His eyes twinkled. His teeth twinkled. He just plain twinkled. He spoke in a voice loud, rich and friendly:
“ain’t life great? Don’t you just learn something everyday?” and cruised on up the block.
“learn something everyday?” . . . actually I’m kind of slow and Lately I’ve taken to writing these things down hoping that they’ll sink in deeper
My second hike of the day included Charlie and Sven.
Sven stopped to browse as we headed home and the sun highlighted his coat.
These Figural Keyrings come out faster and faster. They are all adorable, but I'm running out of room to have them all so I just keep to the ones I need. XP
The newest addition to the farm. He is 'in training' to become a pack and hiking goat.
He hikes with us nearly every day and does yard work and chores with Charlie and I.
Please take a look at the website with portraits, poems and blog articles. www.chris-r-photography.net
Not the perfect photo, but a memory of an unforgetable drive through the night.
explore Feb 17, 2019 #260
P1170793 (2)
5" x 5" acrylic on wood
For MF Gallery's 10th Anniversary Show opening June 8th
All artwork is priced at $100!