i still find it amusing that blogger keeps returning to my entry Bones of the Forest when i open the blog. in a random universe of eternal return.

oh sweet honey in the rock what a beautiful morning. you will see it tomorrow here but i have to gush now, it was a halcyon morning, we swam for hours and met other swimming dogs. it's so elemental it can't be conveyed any other way than directly. but maybe hints come through in images. the feeling is languid in the bones, everything eases and flows. even riding on the streets later seems liquid, even those obtuse bodies, cars, seem like so much flotsam.

since i forgot my camera yesterday the images of today will be of yesterday's yesterday, which is let's say apropos of father's day.

i used to feel angry at father, for absconding, for putting money and friends and pussy before children, and for being such an authoritarian prick when he had no integrity nor natural authority, like an author would who authors with love. anyway, he's long dead now and i mostly forget about father's day, but now he's dead i can salute the father within, and the surrogate father's around, and the surrogate fathering i do with dogs, who are a lot better than children for the likes of me. hey this sounds pretty pissy. i actually feel quite languid and mellow. damn i'm complex.

dude, how's your arthuritus. ok i guess, there's days and there's days, sometimes it only hurts when i think about it. thanks for askin.