1991 Memory

The first time Bob Dylan left an impression on me was during his acceptance speech for the lifetime acheivement award during the Grammy awards. Guess fourteen year olds watch that kinda stuff. Well, I didn't quite know what happened. Only understood a few words in his mumbling, father and mother, & defiled or something like that.
Here's what was really said:
"Well," he said, "my daddy, he didn't leave me much, you know he was a very simple man,
but what he did tell me was this, he did say, son, he said"
- there was a long pause, nervous laughter from the crowd -
"he say, you know it's possible to become so defiled in this world
that your own father and mother will abandon you and if that happens,
God will always believe in your ability to mend your ways."

alright, back to packing for 10days

December Swim Swim Swim

Well, it's that time again. Swim Time. This afternoon, at a quarter to four I did my December swim. So Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays or Jump Up And Down, it's that time-a year again... and I don't have what would be termed as "many gifts up my sleaves." But today was beautiful, bright&clear, cold. And Ripe.
Some background on my past week: I had a headache from Sunday the 11th till the morning of the following Friday, only the second time I've had a headache that's lasted for more than two days. Oh, and The Great Happyweasel Smokeout turned into The Un Happyweasel Smokefest about a week before Halloween, more than a contributing factor this week. So I had this headache, it consumed much of my attention. By Wednesday it started to have periods of subsiding. I slept at least nine hours a night, three more than my usual and too little six. After walking to work on Friday(can't park my scooter for free any longer, goddamn unnecesary regulations) my headache came back for the last time Friday morning. There was a definite pain-pole, through the center of my left eyebrow. I drank lots of water (i'd given up on overthecounter and oldprescription pills), lots and lots, also orange juice but still lit-the-cigs which clicked an obvious trigger. I knew it was weak and by noon it had faded and never came back. Which was good for a number of reasons, the two most important being my sanity and the firm holiday party that night. Like a gift from a completelyreligionunspecific-god my curse had lifted. Wisely I went and got drunk at and after the party, but it was fun. Imagine some guy writhing in spinnybrainnausousagoney around an apartment's living room floor, parallel to the carpet, air bicycle pedelling. After at most six drinks, mostly wine, that was me. , but my lingering fuckerofaheadache was not there! Sure, I felt like death for a few hours there, but I knew it'd go away soon enough. Later on Saturday I even played eight games of pool... drank only orange juice... and lost... but recovering. Today is officially the first day since aweekago Sunday without a headache... and it felt wonderful. So what did I do with my fresh freedom? Cleaned the earlier mentioned apartment, listened to music loudly, swam, and put myself through a longsteamyrefreshing toothbrushing, shower, shave, and post shave. Dinner is simmering, and I didn't cook it... ok, now I've eaten dinner AnD half a cookie from a nearby snootie coffee cafe. Warm and contented. Such a long time coming. Now all I gotta do now is work five days, survive one, and get up veryextremely early on the next. Chicago and Cleveland, er NE Ohio and some central, too. And people... who will it be that I see?
A Meeere Three More Months of these damn swims To Go:
Aren't these picture great? Glad she's been able to take them*
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