fire in the hole

d.m.b. was fired. she was dr. nagle's medical assistant. it was hard to say goodbye as boys II men have so brilliantly put it in the past, but it was necessary and overdue. she always wore the greatest clothing, thanks for the great pink hoodies.

as usual the week progresses and plans grow thicker. on thursday night there is an after work dinner party at one italian restaurant. friday off at three, to dr. mccravey's lake house, saturday is hair day and sunday is sunday with rest and family time. i got some b&w photos back from the pharmacy:

(06.18.99
half a cent and not much more
once or possibly twice, i'm quite sure
i cast my stare out
across some empty parking lot
out numbered by crawling ants
who must have survived our
mildest winter scene
i curb my perspective
eating cement for the lunch break
i'm producing nothing but wishes
by sitting here like this
samson has me resting
but nourishment alters
only my minds hungry pangs
for a full sized dinner platter

watch out, they've told me
those kids on bikes might
steal your shoes

i think i am more
afraid of the speed limit
and the toothless hags
buying half priced pregnancy tests
i better retreat, i'll leave
the curb and come back
again the day after tomorrow.)

:this afternoon at lunch. they were leftover hawaii pictures of the north shore. lots of the 45 himself.
i am working on a painting too. but i've not come up with an idea quite yet. just adding wax right now.