“I Will Take My Long-Suffering…”

I will take my cold,

long-suffering as it is

and shuffle off home.*

 

(Grateful it was not influenza but a cold of long lasting duration which I battled down enough to vote Tuesday and do some modest posting and now with Friday’s approach have all the necessary library-lookovers accsomplished, well may take as proof of God’s eternal and ever undeserved love for this miserable continual sinner – who did manages to get Virgin Mobile usa to agree to swipe a double-sawbuck (plus tax!) from my nearly depleted debit card) to give me again yet another ninety days of lost old-man off-his-leash in woods and swamps I hope soon to enjoy: the filthy lucre such excursions bring well may come in time to restore my lost level of beer and Bushmills…and perhaps a flu shot sometime this decade. To Yasmisn, Lady Yassy, I fervently hope your sniffles shuffle off to Buffalo soonest. To all else: beware of STOBOR! – apology to The Admiral, RAH in Door Into Summer hisownself!)

“The Entitled At Middle School” Tanka 2038

(August 28, 2018)

Diurnal children:

deposit-and-return:

The Few, The Privileged.

 

Nine-month migration patterns

ignore parking lot for streets!*

 

  • (A continuing tradition – some say condition! – with a huge parking lot across the street from Sanford (Seminole County, Florida, USA) Middle School complete with a marked crossing and crossing guards and flashing low speed limits signs (not to mention motorcycle and automobile police to enforce traffic laws) many entitled and privileged attendees of this country-wide science and technology magnet school fill up streets and sometimes block walkways, driveways and other forms of ingress and egress available to residents, but most importantly ignore what long ago they ripped out, drove over or let the city remove from its leaning tower of please park only one one side of the street signs…BECAUSE the damn street is too narrow for both-sides parking and still allow access to fire, ambulance and even, perhaps most importantly – city recycle and garbage pickups three times a week.  Worse: school officials know the general schedule for such pickups – or can ask anyone along any of at least three local streets along 18th street’s shared frontage when garbage trucks run and please lean on city officials including the police chief to enforce one-side-only parking on Maple, Holly and Cedar Avenues so as to allow a muchly elderly residental populace access to emergency traffic.  The after-morning assemblies and evening gatherings of concerned parents and guardians all are laudable, but please try to impress on your not-from-’round here drives-by parents that polite neighborlyness includes not parking all the way past stop signs, ignoring posted no-waiting, no student pickup or dropoff signs along 18th street and no sidewalk parking, which also makes for a cramped access by emergency vehicles like fire trucks and ambulances.  Why, just this morning I got a “Good Morning, Sir” from a late-arriving student and his pals as I walked down the sidewalk to get to an easy access-point to cross four-laned French Avenue (US Highways 17-92) in my downtownward trek to the library.  Shocking! I returned served quickly lest my shock at such common courtesy cause me to stumble.  Imagine. A courteous kid going to public school?  I hope he hides such tendencies better.  The Teachers may not even get a turn ripping a patch of his hide should his fellow inmates – oops, students – find out about his appalling breach of  proper middle school decorum. Just this once I will settle for this: park not on the arch of the cord leading from Maple (or Holly or Cedar, etc.) leading the tail half of your car pointed out into the path of 18th Street. And, oh, one more thing. Try not to hit a precious un-tyke running down the street or between cars to cross to the other side, will-ya?  Hate to hear grown ambulance drivers and attendants cuss.  This year’s crop of school resource officers at Sanford Middle still have their butts welded to their carseats, apparently.  None directing the snarled traffic at Maple and 18th so far. Just the same guy – or gal – in blue blazing his nicely ‘pointed copcar up and down mys street  at speeds a largeish mite higher than 25 miles per hour…or even the overly generous 35.  Even most fleeing teachers each afternoon try to hold it down to a dull Dale Earnhardt roar!)

“Contra-indications”

(August 29, 2018)

pre-packaged health food*

contraindication? convenience?

plastic-waste fish food?

 

*(DelMonte pre-packaged red grapefruit sections in light syrup – health food?  Okay. But the plastic packaging, including the slip-off top a sure-fire fish poison when a contract-hauler – can you spell Red China? – dumps it offshore rather than taking it to an agreed-upon land-location per its contracts with American outfits too comfortable, too lazy and too ignorant to care if the refuse they take across The Pacific – or else-Ocean? – for agreed-upon safe depositon winds up years later in miniscule globules inside a baby fish’s gullet or a baby seal or a baby seabird’s and the animals starve as their responsible parents keep stuffing more plastic-ingested fish into the gullets.  Do you think China cares? Do you think American corporate chicanery cares to enforce its agreements – just so long as the trash is out of sight…unless it is human refuse in San Francisco, that is?)