Water Truck

  Three people or groups of interest seen on the street yesterday, in addition to a water truck:

1.  A car driven by the Travelling Piano teacher with the logo of  three frogs hop dot com.
2. A tall slim man walking the wrong way up (east as it happens) a one-way street, carrying a  large styrofoam container of food, with the lid flipped open. He forks food into his mouth while striding not on the sidewalk but in one of the traffic lanes.
3. Two young brunettes, with broad smiles and gleeful grins, dressed in tees and shorts, working in front of Hooters, twirling lime green hula hoops around their waist and hips.

  This morning became a follower of a car with a SLEEP vanity tag.

    Items of overnight stowing interest:

1. a book on vanishing New York storefronts
2. a book of poems called ADDRESS – the cover very interesting
3. Masada peppermint sea salts for soaking.

  today: Painterly clouds, nice breezes, gentle temperatures and sunny sun sun. Lying on the couch, letting thoughts drift. All that is is the cat’s hip (Simon). The smell of cherry bath soak for my aching foot surrounds coffee table. The sound of a mournful dog at the nearby veterinarian’s can be heard. The soft white pines fan open and closed in sun and air.

   A black SUV moves in reverse as the driver pulls away from a slot in the office parking lot. after a turn to the right, the vehicle goes forward.

  “It must be about five o’clock,” I think. The clock tower bells ring and the chimes add one by one to four plus one. I have spent most of the day sleeping. No herons to report.

Feliz Wear

   It is a slip of the tongue heard on the radio – feliz wear instead of fleece wear - and it is amusing and delightful because it means “happy” in Spanish. Fleece, a material blessing which makes smooth and nubby contributions to the worlds of comfort and warmth, also adds to happiness, which is not to say that relaxed, athletic and easy wear should lead to general sloppiness. Go happily about your day, if you please. Feliz Noel and wear it well!

Zilch

   Big  zero so far in the Heron Department and precious l;ittle else having had one Yuengling lager and a bag of cheese puffs for dinner late last night while figuring out the studio and the black and white kitten called Flare or Flair and where the money’s coming from and quiet mind quiet mind almost to point of amnesia is my  mind being quieted only to be unleashed. Gnarly gnarly. Eat fish, is nice muscle! What can be done with two dozen empty slide carousels?

120 Pins Snip Spin

   Daddy long legs, the grass outside the kitchen is long and tall! Consciousness rests on green and three today.

   The Tulpehocken creek is overgrown into river dimensions. It is doubtful the towpath will be open for walking and other forms of recreation.

   Doubt becomes reality at the walk over the bridge. A chain holds the iron gates closed. A padlock holds the chain together. Yellow plastic tape draped cross the top tells a cautionary tale

   The way is barred like a mouth taped shut.

    Water covers the meadow and the mill-race.

   A heron stands at the edge of the trees that border the creek, on what is normally park grass. It wades toward the wooden pedestrian bridge. With each stride, less and less of its stilty legs are exposed to the air.

   The heron tilts its head in a sudden movement, as if it sees or senses a fish in the roiling water. How many more of the lone fishing birds are along the route?

   Maintenance van 120  of the county fleet is parked near the mill, which is next to picnic island. Picnic island is closed. A few tables await someone to put out a spread.

   Sources close to the park had told me over the weekend the island was covered in water. Three picnic tables were lost as they floated downstream to the dam breast snapping, crackling and popping against the concrete pylons. 

On ESPN Radio, three Mikes have already reviewed the National Football League quarterback performances from Sunday. Mike Dittka has said it is time for one of them (Tony Romo?) to “step up or step back.” 

   The World’s Cleanest Grocery Store provides supplies of pet food and treats that may be had for a price on the way home.

   The cats are fed. They may bask in the sun next. The cereal bowl on the coffee table holds a stainless steel spoon. The bowl of the spoon holds the reflection of the the ceiling fan spinning on high speed.

Gotta Love This Crazy Market and CCTV 115(degrees)

Fila delphia today and snapping Sleepymobile pictures along the  way, beginning at Chick-fil-a in Exeter/Mount Penn area proceeding along 422 east toward Pottstown to the GAS FOOD LODGING signs. Today is a four day and the end of the summer vacation month of August. There was a Thomas school bus 31 on Green Tree. Before my very driving eyes goes a brief flash of vanity in the form of auto tag GETSBRG, why not? I saw men in green painting the bike lanes along the parkway in front of the Philadelphia Museum of Art. GOTTA LOVE THIS CRAZY MARKET! was the clear lettering on a freestanding sign near a Douglassville agency. I saw a blue heron sketch on the white Hay Creek Watershed sign in Birdsboro on the way back. I saw a hard-hatted man digging a ditch near city hall; his hard hat was dotted with stickers and so was a nearby lamp or sign post. After presenting a coupon and tapping into a free coffee at ING Cafe on Walnut – where the Free Library Banner is purple and reads Prosperity (good Feng shui!), I tried some things on for size, as if Superwomanmodel, in dressing room 11 at Lucky Brand jeans, where Taina works. Short time and distance up block in the hereafter find a heads up penny on the sidewalk: glee ♣! I see a sign outdoors near city hall that has been slapped with a fine heart sticker with the word Lucky printed in cursive inside. I picked up trash with some urgency, including an evanescent fluorescent orange poster that has the permament writing: Can you please make a donation toward our football team…Saints family football THANK YOU #1 QB. Bought blue anchor notecards at Paper Source to send to Massachusetts. Paper Source is positively intoxicating. Alyson rings up my sale, giving the purchase a nice striped bag in which to ride home.  A Triune Color (paper * mailhouse * bindery) panel truck was parked out front. Carr & Duff Going Green employees worked along the Schuylkill expressway beneath the solar panels. The writing was on the cement walk near the PMA. One of the bronzes out front of the PMA seems to be missing its left arm and the whites of its eyes are pronounced beneath a streaky patina on its tresses. On Elm, a man exited an apartment building called the Nightmare. A hawk cried out from the peak of the garage roof between 519 and 520 this morning – that is not a time, that is a partial address – and one of the big tits of litter I scarfed up is a Hawk box. After the hawk and before Exeter, trainspotting in Wyomissing led to JBHunt Intermodal, Clipper Worldwide and the fascinating term controlled logistics. The drive-up ATM at Wells Fargo was tight-lipped, allowing for no card insertion, keeping all accounts intact.

linky linky linky linky:

http://www.thomasbus.com/

http://www.papersource.com/

http://www.luckybrand.com/

http://www.sleepys.com/

Dixie Rich

Dixie Rich 8.22.11 by Allison Huyett

Three light green pattern paper compostable drinking cups, crimped and thrown onto the ground, remind me an organized running event took place at the park yesterday. One blue and white paper cup is found along the trail, which has been washed almost completely clean from Sunday rain.

I find a few locust fronds – my favorite to-do list prompt – and an abundance of sycamore bark on the gravel screenings. Other people on the path wear citrus colors – lime and orange laces and clothing. These are to ward off Lyme disease and scurvy.

A heron perches about two heron heights above the creek, on a broken bare branch, overlooking the water. The bird performs preening and cleaning tasks and therefore is not a combustion engine in repose. The low humidity helps make today pleasant; a high degree of atmospheric clarity, wealth of warm sunshine and bonus breeze add interest. This is divine.

Five Seventy

570: Five Seven Oh or Zero. Today is for relationships and emphasis is three parts earth all the way: earth, central, earth. Water and wood, one part each to add balance and variety since we like lots of things.

$1000 a Week for Life and a Good Job Ticket

   Stealth equals wealth! Lottery card, folded in half: $,1ooo a week for Life! Why the hell not?????
A purple Passion Tazo tea bag tag, Nice! Then in a pit in the center of the parking lot find this folded smidgeon of paper: “Good Job Ticket,” with OSCAR printed in pencil on the other side, plus two red and white striped twist ties twisted together and that was the best part of Friday the 13th as far as my walk and Pick of the Litter are concerned because right then about 6:25 a heron flew above the train tracks along Penn avenue – flight path almost perpendicular to the rail lines. Ta da! I guess I should make a statue out of it.

Other, Plastic Beached

   Plastic to-go cup lid, having been pressed under inflated tires is Pick of the Litter. It lay in front of the World’s Cleanest Grocery Store this morning, after 9:56 a.m., when two herons flew above Paper Mill and Broadcasting roads on separate yet possible parallel courses, one bird more massive than the other unless it was just the receding distance which made the other look smaller. My grocery purchase included strawberries. The most prominent writing on the cup lid: OTHER as a choice neither TEA nor COFFEE. As the lid faced top-side down, the lettering read backwards and REHTO. Along Meridian boulevard, tiny bits of cherry blossoms have collected en masse along the curb and gutter, forming a pink stream of natural confetti like a flowing scarf next to a concrete throat. Some drivers have been crazy-driving this morning, taking less care in the relentless rain than safe travel requires, pushing themselves headlong without thought like a driven lemming. I think more about Biutiful and the many scenes that feature unwashed dishes and no clean surfaces. That and the hand that turns on a lamp. Where is my significant other?

ohno! Quality Control SI

heron on small rock down by the creek. By down, I mean at the bottom of the abrupt incline by the Gring’s Mill bridge. It stood there about 2:40 in the afternoon then strutted with the forward toe action of a ballet dancer, into the water and along water’s edge like working bird before it planted itself on a much larger, flatter-topped rock that was to the first what a dinner table is to a plant stand. I found a small flower sticker, an inspection tag, QC 2 passed, and earlier this morning an Olympic speed skater and I were in the same area, but not at the park, and at the edge of the parking lot at that undisclosed location, lay an insert for Sports Illustrated magazine