.. your Reverences and Worships

August 10, 2017

So… your Reverences and Worships, it is a fine hour to be fast asleep and not quite so --- to feel an urge, a responsibility to tap tap on a keyboard telling a little story --- that will likely entertain no one..  but as an alternative to the notion of riding naked on my bicycle the mile and a half down to the Inkwell and jumping … or even chicken style… wading in, scared of every inch of wonderful cold Marin mountain water …. allright,l hill water then. hill water. To relieve this tension of existence.

 I am writing away….

 So believe it or not this night I got an early start to getting some sleep, because,  my tired brain said enough and I have to get up at 7 AM tomorrow .. However I do not remember if I slumbered or not because my flip phone is my alarm clock various buzzes kept going off .. in annoying fashion. Which is a good reminder to not send off texts in the evening unless you want people to respond at what seems to them a reasonable hour.

 So at 11:38 PM on August 9, I looked at the flip phone again… to see what day it was. About 5 minutes before I had opened up again my beautiful soft cover novel that is taking forever to read. 'Tristram Shandy' the first volumes published way way back in England sometime around 1760, I could feel that arggh!! --- tension building of brain activity (bzzzttt !)… Don't go anywhere yet. Here comes the story…

 This book, Tristram Shandy, is like an annoying but wonderful Ice Cream Cone … it never disappears … but here, read this…

  Chapter 17 Volume 5 page 306….  the chapter begins thusly…

~~~~ 'Twas nothing, ----- I did not lose two drops of blood by it ---- 'twas not worth calling in a surgeon, had he lived next door to us-----thousands suffer by choice what I did by accident,. Dr. Slop made ten times more of it than there was occasion: some men rise by the art of hanging great weights upon small wires, and I am this day (August the 10th 1761) paying part of the price of this man's imagination. ~~~~

 Zounds!! August 10…. What day is today? The author had placed that date in parenthesis August 10, 1761...

 

 You know this was the first time I recall the author, Laurence Sterne including any dates of any event in his very peculiar novel that I think almost rises to the level of Moses or Mahomet -- for at least a portion of the novel.

…. here at the desk, The Pen in an actual Inkwell is preferable to these damn computers as I look down and see that a sentence I just wrote has disappeared … but this is close to what I said a minute ago….  

  I rolled over and consulted my phone and found out it was August 9, 2017 but that was a couple of minutes ago  and now August 10 2017 has arrived… and getting damn late for me to think that anyone else has any interest in a silly coincidence. Exactly 256 years later! Hah! Make of that what you will and for sure Tristram's Dad would know it's significance.. for if you do some math you can plainly see that 4…. 4 ! ,  65 and 3/4 year old men have lived since that time. Yes 4 and Is it possible that I (65 and 3/4 of age give or take) that I and Tristram have experienced some strange coincidental convergence .. or that even if not I certainly am the 4th ..

 

     but the author continued...

    ~~ O 'twould provoke a stone, to see how things are carried on in this

world ~~~~

  The chambermaid had left no ********* under the bed: Cannot you contrive, Master, quoth Susannah, lifting up the sash with one hand, as she spoke, and helping me into the window seat with the other,----- cannot you manage, my dear for a single time to **** *** ** *** ******?

  I was 5 years old. ----- Susannah did not consider that nothing was well hung in our family, so slap came the sash like lightening upon us: Nothing is left,----- cried Susannah-----nothing is left----- for me, but to run to my country.-----

  My Uncle Toby's house was a much kinder sanctuary so Susannah

fled to it. ~~~~~

  

   It's now 2:12 AM should I continue --- knowing two trips to Santa Rosa must be completed up and back and up and back before I get to finally go to work a 5/3/4 hour shift at Safeway, Safeway, That Dickensian mass of Venality, Villainy and a Whole Lotta Love, truly, where I still work. A 5 3/4 hour shift means the good company can get by with giving you only one 10 minute break instead of the 2 equipped by law for a 6 hour shift.

  Let's jump forward and skip a few chapters to Chapter XXVI  … 26. The author is just finally getting around to the end of his digressions …

   ~~~~  Fifty thousand pannier loads of devlls----(not of Archbishop of Benevento's, ----- I mean of Rabelais's devils), with their tails chopped off by their rumps, could not have made so diabolical a scream of it as I did ---- when the accident befell me: it summoned up my mother instantly into the nursery, ----- so that Susannah had but just time to make her escape down the backstairs, as my mother came up the fore.~~~

 Jezus Christmas Guy!  Go to sleep! No circumcisions for you tonight.. Praise the Lord!