I need to make up the deficit from yesterday, but at least that’s only 339 words. I used the trick of going downstairs and working on the 60 inch screen. There’s something about seeing my words on the tv screen that I find very amusing and heartening.
Mike took me and Keith to the Union Jack yesterday (I always eat the same thing, and it involves Yorkshire Pudding).
Keith demonstrated great strength of character yesterday. And he left his hat here again. He walked home from the pub. (It is delightfully close; I can contemplate walking there without horror.)
Then Mike came back here and I assembled the massage table and beat him up for a while. Then, declaring that I wasn’t happy with the outcome, I beat him up again. (He was trashed from a yoga retreat with a hike in the middle, and his hamstrings were a nightmare).
There is so much smoke in the air that it’s horrifying. Yesterday the air quality was so bad I turned off the airconditioner.
So 661 words AND another song. It’s a call and response, as any fool can plainly see. (The correct response is: I can plainly see it.)
Gabriola Camping Trip – in meter it’s like a Marine Corps running song
I’m not nearly high enough
Chorus
Who say, who say
We’re not nearly high enough
and so say all of us
I’m not nearly drunk enough
Who say, who say
We’re not nearly drunk enough
and so say all of us
Think I’ll take a naked swim
Who say, who say
Can’t get out if you don’t jump in
and so say all of us
Think I’ll piss in the ocean now
Who say, who say
Someone better show you how
on account of
you are drunk
and so say all of us
Wind came up and the tents blew down
Who say, who say
We’re not sleeping anyhow
and so say all of us
Monday morning comes too quick
Who say, who say
Half of us are puking sick
and so say all of us
