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I've Got Some Good News and Some Good News: Yes This is punk rock blues
Greetings, poetry lovers! Sorry I've been away, it's been a busy, busy couple of weeks. First to announce w/greatest pleasure the following news: Bleeker Street Kitten came meowing up to the house last Sunday, skin a mite baggy but looking none the worse for wear. The next day MacDougal X. Cheese returned after a 5 day absence, ornery as ever - have you ever heard a cat growl while he was eating? - but glad to be home, especially w/the temps dropping to 0 and below at night and not warming up much during the day.
When last we met I had just 'adopted' my ex-neighbor's abandoned cats, right? Well, second to announce w/greatest pleasure this following news. All cats, including Speedy Firbank my outside stray are now comfortable ensconced in Chateau Byrnes, warm, well-fed and finally not trying to kill each other on sight. Funny what a little love and attention (and a policeman named Buster) can do, huh? In any event I've spent the last week and 1/2 helping them get acclimated w/each other so their upcoming move will be less traumatic.
Upcoming move, you say?
That's right, cyberspace, and here's third to announce w/greatest pleasure the following news: my ex-wife Lynn has invited not only Buster, not only Bleeker and MacDougal, not only the Killer Camille and her brood, not only Speedy Firbank, King of the Mild Frontier, but yr skinny scribe also to move back to La Junta where there are, among other possibilities, many, many more job opportunities for the likes of me.
As I told her when she asked (and, yeah, it took about .00005 seconds for me to say 'yes') I have no expectations. Hopes? Oh yeah, I have hopes, but no expectations. And having lived much of my life w/those sentiments reversed I gotta tell ya, I'm loving this. A second chance I don't deserve, but as has been said, if we got what we deserved who among us would escape the hangman's etc.?
Along with the chance to again be w/the woman I love (and never stopped loving) and a more robust job market I will also have at home internet access and, as a result will post more often. Right now I'm too freaking happy to carp about Pink Floyd (but aren't they just horrible?) or preach the antigospel of the Afghan Whigs ( but, honestly, they ruled! Check 'em out), but I wanted y'all to know that the journey has taken another turn and didn't think it'd be fair to not share the lightness of heart I hold now after so many months of dumping darkness.
In music notes: right now Sigur Ros sounds more like my life than Sonic Youth. And that's a good thing.
tb
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