unless of course you’re a boy proud of being an Icehole or some other kind of the many assholes-in-ascendence, riding the propaganda of White House revisionist history and unceasing onslaught of Fuckeds’ News, news for true believers of fucked-up shit [sad shits that

they are], to that heavenly abode – “they shoot lesbians, don’t they?” – where Good is bad, bad is good and the Constitution is, like, nothing compared to the “facts” embedded in your 47 Days* of “training”…

Might be when y’all reach the top you’ll REALLY be on the bottom but time will tell, oh yeh.

So it was we celebrated our 30th Anniversary, not letting it be co-opted by the whitewashed

events of Patri-riot Day and went on, Baxter’s being closed Tuesdays, to a slightly belated

Celebration involving just the right amount of food and an entire bottle of Vouvray as icy winds

whipped the lights on first, making for very crisp blue days as the week wore on, errands

such as going to a very buzzy medical massage on Tuesday in the ’45 [despite exploded

radiator], new tires for the Tundra and a trip to drop the Taco in Vallejo to have its electrical drain [hopefully] plugged at last…also monitored the auctioning off of a True Unicorn, a tiny

1936 Willys pickup, out the door for $26,750. Painfully clear, bitingly chill mornings continued

unto

the weekend wherein our Big Event was to venture as far as Walnut Creek

for the opening of “Viola Frey: Foundations”, early [mostly] works by the legendary sculptor

and CCAC teacher lent from the Artists’ Legacy Foundation’s archives, many of which had never

been shown, all carefully documented in very thorough wall texts

which made for a most revelatory and informative exhibition.  Highly recommended…

Nonetheless we were soon back onto the streaming freeway, home to feed dogs and then

ourselves across the street at Aroma though were disappointed not to be able to get

Tandoori Vegetables, oh well. Finished rereading “Vineland” that night and realized [keep your eye on Desmond!] I hadn’t in the twenty five years since I began to appreciate dogs…**

Another day, Sun[ny]day, after morning’s walk

and work there was lunch – leftover Navratan Vegetable quesadillas – at the warm metal table

before what may become a Sunday tradition now that they’ve moved across the street from the Capitol, ice cream from Double Rainbow while watching Benicia’s downtown Sunday traffic.

Much better than...ICE. Speaking of which, what happened to Renee Good’s partner after she spoke shit to power or, more accurately, shit to shits, after which her wife was gratuitously

gunned down in the name of Greg Bovino**and disappeared out of the news cycle…?

*47 to honor the hallowed hollow 47th president of the formerly United States of America, RIP.

**Highly recommended, also. VERY.

***…and his perverted masters and abettors, none of whom will ever abide a woman questioning their so-called ‘authority’ or having a wife, all the sick sick way to the top.