Just OK

Aloha. It is always sunny at Starbucks… if you aren’t involved in union negotiations or trying to make a living. Ha. I am here, doing neither. I am enjoying the fat of the land, after many years of fattening the land. I suppose that makes me a foe of the conservatives, and of the liberals. Ah. Blessed politics. Today, I am not wearing a red hat, nor am I sporting some sort of mis-gendered clothing. I am not wearing a frog outfit. I am not chanting against any government. I am not recycling. I am over-paying for a less than delicious sweetened tea. I am attempting to summon the spirit.

I wait for the muse, the special one, with my electric device and its long cable. The cable is made in Vietnam, so is not susceptible of any extreme tariff. It is just made in a place where labour is cheap and environmental protections are slim. Yeah, mea culpa. I could be banging away at the old Olivetti from yesteryear. I could. I am not. I am thinking with my fingers, those digits pressing plastic keys that don’t click. The clicking is in my head, I am ‘audiating’ the click. I am storing my words in the immaculate world of the pixel, the one and the zero. I send my thought-symbols into the cyberworld, where they can be edited easily and erased quickly. What is interesting is that erasing my words completely is not easily done in our electronic, world of wide webs. Such a contradiction: everything is kept and nothing is permanent.

Hm.

We have rogue government to fear, wild weather to endure and? Today is a day off from care. Nope, I don’t care. I don’t even care what others think. Check out my outfit. Ancient jeans, a frowdy old jacket and a golf visor. Hm.

The muse is not here yet. I will have to leave soon if he doesn’t show up. One thing to note is that the fellow who drives the ‘GreenGills’ truck is still working at Starbucks. While I was here a few years back, finishing the first book, he was quite friendly. He gave my old love engine a pull or two.. the thing never started. For all of my imagining, there was nought to do about it so I just sat down. He has a nice voice, distinct. I can hear him speaking in the background. He can be heard as well as the important-things-to-do guy who is on his cell phone.

I no longer have important things to do. Nothing is important. I see friends, I watch tv and I don’t bother about it any more. Entertain yourselves as you are best able…none of the great works will save us, so we might as well relax. Eat when there is food. Drink when there is drink. Start up the love engine before the fuel runs out or the cable snaps and needs replacing. S’okay once in a while, ain’t it?