tuesdays

In about three and a half hours I’ll be off to Ocean Beach and the People’s Food Coop, where I’ll work a bit under four hours supporting a young woman and her ongoing employment there. Usually, before I leave, I buy three Cara Cara oranges for Ann. She likes them. I gave up oranges about six years ago.

The creek don’t rise and there ain’t no meltdown and I’m back here around one o’clock, the primary focus amidst the spacious categories of do-it-yourself stuff I was talking about yesterday is a final edit of what will be my 11th self-published, do-it-yourself book. The other day someone gave me a high compliment regarding my last book, which was poetry. For number 11 I’ve located a woman in Australia to help me with formatting and technical needs and requirements – things far, far beyond my hobo mind.

I end up in Oakland most Tuesday nights.