DIG

On Sat, Mar 16, 2013 at 5:21 PM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

DIG as in je comprend... J'ai promptly dug   ('freshly dug?). Anyway ,i did... Dug every digit. Prompt.  "Don't need a prompt, thanks."
But i do 'send' a prompt thanx. Being at ease , i easily came to attention and ploughed across and down the furrowed cyberpage like skipping through daisychains.
Forgot to aforemention this is a reponde to P's massive missive, re which... and talking of missives, where has the Penta gone not counting the Pente cost but looking after the Pennies the Pounding builds up by itself to the point of Pentagonizing pentagonally per pendicularity as the soing gaze (sew2speak) as nothing succeeds like a seed sucker with great aplomb succumbing idiosynchronologically down the intercom, the Eircom, the Earcon (oh shuttup and say it!) the telecom the Eire era of Pentacom has come. (Phew.. nearly ran outta gas better stop at Pentaco).
Pentacom, when you rang, i'd only just put the cat in its cradle first time in months, specifically connected with the form i filled to include my fown number, today's major mission accomplished being having got up early (an early bird keeps its word) and sent an unspecified surprise via Western Union to Dear Kimkin in kanada (O'Kanadah !~~ we stand on ggggaga...foretheeee etc.) which by now she will be duly speechlessly astonished to have been transmuted into a recipient of five hundred maple leaves*, and that from being stuck in a dark basement washroom with no windows sleeping on the floor with two dear canine companions snoring and also hugging the hot bottle for warmth, thank Dog, and rigging up a makeshift desk in the garage to deal with a barrage of backlog unfiled tax returns not applicable anyway any more than the parking fines that were paid anyway before such an unthinkable scenario never occurred anyway.
In short: 'A faith worse than debt.'
"What a pickle" as she herself remarked. Too dumfounded by a plethora of Idiocracy to discern if it was a dill or a gerkin.  An' i  said to her "you weren't meant to be an onion no matter how many skins you've had to shed, and you're not a Gerkin  you're a Kimkin, and they're not listed on the label. So at least we've got the lid unscrewed.  Screw Idiocracy!
So that was my daffodildo day along with frugal organic shopping and
coffee chat with Eammon and Maureen tapping their Ipads till they had to retreat to the woods for a film crew shoot out.  I 'll give them a quick plug for being  (and i should know)  among the finest embodiments of humble local artistic genius. they didn't flush or flinch when i said so since after all these years i haven't found an alternative word in the dictionary, 'bua,' 'feith','ardeirim,''ardintleacht,'duine ardeirime' (genius person) i admit i haven't tried any of those yet. But i did stress they should call on you as they know the spot. (Not meaning to sound like a sociopathic dictator of course.)
So i will shuttup. That's just another latent ability i have which comes in handy for spreading peace.  What more can i say till next time?  "one showing is worth a thousand words."
Momentarily mute but well wishing~~~~  Martin.*
P.S. PEACE ON TERRA. AMOR not ROMA !
Pass it on pass it on, we're still here........

art: Weenyon Wahkon (holy woman), martin law, Dec 2008