A skunk, and then a ying-yang cat cross my path within four blocks on the road home tonight from Grandparents' in Pleasant Hill.
Tonight's entry, my first in 10 weeks I am told, comes conveniently via an email I wrote earlier today to Princess regarding her upcoming church wedding. It is slightly edited, but for those of you who, like me, are mad about precision I've indicated additions by placing them within square brackets like so: [ ] Deletions are not noted, but are of no consequence except for those who wish to know names and places. This email gives a succinct precis of my business and pleasures these balmy days in Pittsburg, CA.
A glorious day to you Misses O!
I just did receive the wedding invitation you sent, am pleased, and will definitely attend.
By the way, I left behind my dress-shoes last time I visited, so I'll have to pick them up some time before the wedding ceremony so as to be presentable.
In news, a job with the local school district here in Pittsburg looks promising. Likely as an instructional aide, but also perhaps office work, and even cafeteria duties. [Whatever jobs I work will likely be substitution ones in the beginning. I may even have work in all three of those fields for which I applied. A different genre daily.]
My brother is visiting from Japan, and in a couple of weeks so will his Japanese girlfriend. We've been having lots of fun together going to seas [Stinson], rivers [and pools, jumping rocks at Bridgeport], seeing movies [The Dark Knight, Harakiri, Dog Day Afternoon], and just chillin'. [At Stinson Beach he, our cousin N, and a friend S played bocci ball on the sand. At the time I felt as though I were acting a bit pompous by beating them so soundly with my obvious advantage of being a ballplayer, whereas the friend was not very athletic, and my brother and cousin too busy concocting outrageous tossing techniques with much giggling and glee. Yet today upon more reflection, I realized that were the situation to be transposed to an arena where I am less learned than they, such as a dance floor, then our roles would be reversed. This time it would be they who would dance relishing their skill of execution, whereas it would be me dancing silly hoping to make up in enthusiasm for my lack of skill.]
I'm reading a lot [Essential Haiku; Of Human Bondage; Godel, Escher, Bach; The House of the Dead; and Rimbaud poems. Recently finished Cobb by Al Stump, a biography on the infamous, great ballplayer of the early 20th century]. I attend regularly my mother's church. Sometimes I try writing poetry, and a little - very little - comes out decently. But no such works are in a finished state.
My grandmother recently bought me an electronic keyboard so that I may practice anytime I please without bothering anyone (except myself) with the sounds that come out. Its keyboard is shorter than that of a piano, only five octaves, meaning that I can only play the classical music of the Baroque times effectively (they had smaller keyboards) such as Bach, Handel, Purcell, and so on - which is the most important stuff classical stuff to play anyway.
I hope all is well with you, and A, and M [aka: "Queen"]. Give to each of them my kind regards.