January 07, 2012
Saturday Report ? ? ? Cindy is visiting family in Atlanta and I am HOME ALONE !!!
(Preface: This is what happens when there are no distractions to disrupt a luxurious solitude.)
I am home alone. I am suspended in time and space. There are no engagements, no dates, no appointments to keep. A minute is like a second and a second has no beginning and no end – it just is. Clocks are superfluous, just curious works of art and craft.
I would say that I’m experiencing sensory depravation except that I am warm, cool, comfortable, relaxed and feeling good. What is this place?
Matutinal tea and toast. Fruit and cream. Cats and toys. Music and shine. Time out of mind.
I’m a rambler. I’m a gambler. I’m an ambler and a scrambler. Shilling time is my fun.
A mix of genius, incompetence and skeptical scrutiny is the means by which I have winnowed deep insights from deep nonsense. I have discarded fact and clung to fiction as I am all the more enamored of it.
My solvency, like that of the government, is maintained on the principle of debt, “If you will not lend me the money, how can I pay you?”. The sugar we raised was excellent; nobody tasted blood in it.
Wait… its Saturday morning – one of our measurements of time. The earth spins around the sun making it appear that the sun is moving but we all know that that is not the case; it is an allusion. What else do we wrongly assume to be true that is merely an allusion? I ax you, what else is there? Peggy Lee delightfully crooned the question, “Is that all there is?”. If that’s all there is, my friend, then lets keep dancing. Lets break out the booze and have a ball – if that’s all there is…
Well, if nothing else comes from this nonsense, it has been helpful in the sense that I got to practice my typing. I love this keyboard – it lets my hands say things that my tongue can not.
Have you looked up the meaning of Matutinal? We are in the matutinal stage of 2012. We are having matutinal tea.
Matutinal: Adjective. Pertaining to or occurring in the morning; early in the day.
[Late Latin mātūtinālis / of, belonging to the morning, early, equivalent to Latin mātūtīn + us / of the morning ( Mātūta goddess of dawn)]
Cindy is Matuta and I am Matute.
Well, gotta go do something constructive. I’m getting anxious to cut down some trees.
Matutinal tootings is signing off. (is this like texting?)
I imply, you infer. Z S Grantham