It is the last day of the year.
At 4:21 AM my Kia Soul and a Dodge Ram Promaster Cargo made contact at the intersection of 16th Street and Thomas in Phoenix, Arizona.

This happened to my Soul.

This happened to the Ram.
Both drivers seem undamaged.
It is the last day of the year.
At 4:21 AM my Kia Soul and a Dodge Ram Promaster Cargo made contact at the intersection of 16th Street and Thomas in Phoenix, Arizona.

This happened to my Soul.

This happened to the Ram.
Both drivers seem undamaged.

Yesterday I went to Famous Footwear and bought this pair of slip-resistant, relaxed-fit shoes. They are the sort of shoes Food Service employees are required to wear. I have managed to squeak through 2022 without working a single day for anyone but myself. 2023 must and will be different. Since my most recent work experience was a Food Service Industry position, it will be easiest to find new employment there. But my feet enjoy slip-resistant shoes no matter what I’m doing, and it has been raining lately anyway.

Here We Glow
Here we shed unworking things
Shed some tears and spread some wings
Plan and alter text and edit
Disabuse ourselves of credit
Here we puzzle out our troubles
Stumble to complexity
Swerve around the traps and bubbles
Vex the next convexity.
Hear ye, spirits, if else then,
Pending auth or patent pending,
With all time/space to attend
Wonldst thou Lend or Send or…Mend?
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Friends, the image is of my newest acquisition, whixh I am using at this very moment to create this hypermessage in a nonbottle. It’s a Hewlett-Packard laptop purchased at the thrilling price of $249.99 US plus applicalbe tax and extras in the form of the newest professional version of Windows Office, which they are calling 365 and not Office anymore, both one-year subscriptions. My grand total purchase was south of 500 bucks, and so far, I’m super-happy: such a bargain! It’s disconcerting and breathtaking how quickly things evolve.
My way of celebrating this landmark purchase is doing this blog post. with a stupid but maybe not poem and a brief memorialization of the moment. Life is good, here in my modest abode, this quiet Monday morning.
A few days ago I got a dry-erase board and some markers from the office-supply chain Staples. Every day I erase the board and repopulate it with new items. (Tomorrow, though, a few items may carry over!) And every day I challenge myself to draw something–today it’s a motorcyclist defying death the way Evel Knievel used to do.
