Yesterday, as I walked down the sunny autumn street, headphones on, I realized I was smiling. I also realized I am never so happy, so expansively filled with magnanimity as I am just before I leave for a trip. It seems at those moments that it is what I am meant to be doing all the time.
And so, I leave this quick missive to let you know there will be photos and experiences to share on my return.
Ciao, friends!


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okay.
Be happy. Be snowbound.
Love Canada, America, Ya,
take a greyhound to Ohio,
Bermuda, Iran, and see:`
be a reindeer, terrified:`
weep for a child, adults:`
amidst old men, women:`
admire people, freckles:`
send an Hawaiian Hi Ya:`
postcard note comment:`
be happy, holly a merry:`
dreidel ~Hanukkah, Ah!
Abides ~ Be in heart AY!
Speak. We are incapable
of knowing what to saiz
I just saying howdy You
Photos? Wear those Cape Breton, Canada:`
Sea-lion skin coats, lobster gloves, fish nets,
and if your ever in DC area I'll wear overalls.
I'm innocent.
I'm obnoxious.
I'm not puckered.
A fish puckers lips.
I'm never lowly tho.
I never intend to be.
I am honoring folks.
I hate one who spew.
You know. They shun.
People look smug down.
So - I'm emulating Lives.
DC creeps see via darkness.
The eyes are tunnels of hate?
If I sense that I go to a library.
Books can be a- safe-seductive?
You know it? I'm just bantering.
I Hope to not pollute Nova Scotia.
When is the voyage complete? huh?
I still see. Ya avatar? Two wine glasses.
You Canadians sure sip good honey brews.
Gads. I'll go but a fishscale hat for lobsters.
Ay, O a silliest comment from an American!
P.S.
Sometimes I get a note that I received a message?
But?
There is No message. I was hacked @ Arthur James.
I'll have to find some way to saw-saw with a hack saw.
I can't read any PMs that are there. I seem very rude.
There is a tentative plan to winter visit Nova Scotia.
I really need my mind to be calm, empty- to see, sea.
Fish chowder, quiet walks, and eat GoodCelery! too.
I use to use GoodCelery! as a nickname @ a library.
Shelbourne, N.S. has some pleasant librarians too.
There's lovable people everywhere- no underwear.
I just can't wear underwear. Not even fruit-of-loon.
Thee Loon bird is the wildest early morn birdsong.
It's shrill. But, pleasant in that the sound is a siren.
eerie?
I gotta go to the farm.
Farms are fun looney.
A looney farm is okay.