If I've done my math right, it's been 4 months since the last post. Many may wonder what's been going on. Many may wonder how few 'many' truly is. Well, the truth is... Let's just say that it became necessary to amscray for a time. After a good deal of soul searching and paying for rides with a thumb, I found myself in a faraway land. A land blessed with warmth both climatic and toward the healing arts, of which yoga is a distinguished member. For reasons not specified I can't tell you where this land is, only that it exists and that I'm still in it. Thanks to the warmth I spoke of I've been able to survive. I barter yoga and meditation lessons for all my needs: chickens, pigs, People magazine, the local microbrew, and most recently a gently used laptop.
I have a new idea in the pipeline that combines my newly aroused interest in reflexology with asanas. I've designed a yoga shoe with adjustable pressure nodules on the insole that, when combined with a custom asana regimen, will perfectly stimulate your reflex points. Imagine clearing your sinuses while in tree or fixing your bowel disorder with a perfect warrior pose. The origin of ideas has always been of interest to me. This one came courtesy of a pebble lodged in my flip-flop. I keep the pebble, lovingly perched on a mound of sand, for inspiration now.
I want to thank everyone who's kept in contact with me over these very trying months. I don't think I could have made it without you...or your pickups.
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ReplyDeleteFine. Malmo asked me to keep it clean.
ReplyDeleteI knew you'd turn up eventually Dallas. As my mother and Jacky, you remember the bartender at the Fruit Fly?, always said...It may not be pretty but Dallas always turns up. Now you don't think I see the relation between our court date and your unannounced amscray, do you? Judge Judee will wait but not for free so I hope your "lessons" barter for the equivalent of $15 a month. That is the cost of an open pending legal document.
In other news, my lawyer Pat ran off with a Mary Kay sales representative from Fergus Falls (yes, the same one you asked to watch Malmo for the afternoon four months ago) so I am without legal representation but I do have my eye on a student from IF Law who said he'd consider my case in exchange for your autographed White Album.
Take all the time you need in your warm exotic fantasyland darling as I need you to be of sound mind and body when you return. Well, I don't but it's a legal requirement. And don't forget to sunscreen your feet.... You don't want the sun blisters (remember our honeymoon?) to get in the way of your latest arousal. ~Diva
Hey Buddy!
ReplyDeleteWe sure have missed you at the monthly IF VFW poker nights. If you get a chance could ya let me know if you've figured anything out with the refluxology stuff? Been experiencing some acidy upchucks myself and I'm not sure if the dizziness has to do with the cheap vodka at the VFW or the refluxology. Tried wearing flip flops as you suggested on your post but I keep digging my metal edged shovel into my toes what with all the snow clearing this time of year.
Thanks, DW Cassidy
As one who has been on the receiving end of your thumb, picked you up and given you a ride, I'd hoped we could continue the interesting philosophical discussion we had at the rest-stop diner over lightly battered humuhumunukunukuapua'a and chips. Though you said many times that your location and whereabouts were, for all intents, federally protected information, quite a few of my neighbors have seen you at the weekly lu'ua in town throwing your stones in competitive ulumaika, so if you want to continue the chat I am at the Mahalo center in the North Kona mall, across from the main post office, on Tuesdays.
ReplyDeleteK. L. Halola
p.s. Have you seen my son's laptop computer? It was in the seat next to you in the truck.
Kamel...,
ReplyDeleteIf you'll recall it wasn't battered triggerfish (it was mariscos calientes); it wasn't chips (it was platanos fritos); it wasn't ulumaika (it was ullamaliztli); and lastly, it wasn't me (it was Rudolfo Che Verano). Never heard of North Kona.
-D.