St. Pat’s Day, everybody in Binghamton turns Celtic. Just look at the high school marching band.
Pebble’s staying: too many dishes pile up, and trashy living room
After I went to bed, Pebble and Marj began whispering in the living room, just outside my door. Pebble’s so loud anyway, and then they started giggling and I heard cloth rustling, snaps, and a zipper, followed by heavy breathing, oohs, and aahs. When I awoke, they were sleeping in Marj’s room.
Pebble’s stuff is strewn all over the place, and the dishes are piling up very high. They have been leaving them for me.
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As for my typing, a la Kerouac, on long strips of teletype paper, which I had in abundance from the newsroom. It served me for both correspondence and my own drafts at literature.
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Last day of winter: 2 inches new snow.
First day of spring: sunny and warm.
Getting my knee to touch the ground, closer to lotus. My body is a joy; it does some things I want now, like playing, standing on one foot and “flying.” My balance is improving. This trip started out on a downer.
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From Spiralbound Hippies, with commentary from now.
Jnana's Red Barn 