Zona

Let's kick off the weekend postitos because I'm tired and sun burned.

FRI:

I was enjoying the fireworks the other night when the odor of marijuana invaded my space. Too many Vancouverites need to grow up once and for all. Wine. Drink wine at these events. Don't fuck with me and my grandson with your second hand pot smoke. Did you know that BC bud is grown in a sespool of liquid chemicals? You might as well be sniffing chemicals that they use to rinse out oil tankers.

SAT:

I had a night dream that I went into a large room for a steak dinner. There was music a few couples dancing. An old woman grabbed my hand and wanted to dance. I said I wanted to eat first and plotted how to eat and get the hell out of there. Two other women at the table laughed and told me that the woman hits on every newcomer. My future in a retirement home?

I have a day dream about Sunday dinner in some European estate with a long table with linen and fine china. Light breezes and the sun partial blocked out by trellised vines.

I headed out for Point Roberts to check the p.o. box when I realized I had forgotten my passport. I HATE having to go back for anything but this time I had too. So I pull into the driveway and as I am about to open the front door I discover that I had my passport in my front pocket all along.

I have a funny belief when stuff like this happens. I believe that my delay kept me from some sort of great harm. It's like I was prevented from being at some place at the precise time and now some catastrophe was averted by my absence. Maybe it's somebody's prayer for my safety answered.