"If you realize that all things change, there is nothing you will try to hold on to. If you are not afraid of dying, there is nothing you cannot achieve."--Lao Tzu

‎"A woman is like a tea bag - you can't tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water."
--Eleanor Roosevelt


"A woman at 20 is like ice, at 30 she is warm and at 40 she is hot."
--Gina Lollobrigida

Momma, don't let your babies grow up to be Poets.

I love the heat. I love the heat. I love the heat: I have decided to try a new approach; instead of bitching about the heat all summer, I am going to try to embrace it, love it, and thank it for being here for my attitude about the heat sets my attitude in general, and I don't want to have a shitty attitude.

I made a sale, tonight; woot, woot. It takes a bit of pressure off, but I am salivating like a Pavlov's Dog to make more, more, more sales. I got on the board, and I want to stay there!!

Morisson, and I, just took a nice walk around the block a couple of times. It wasn't our normal block, the block that our abode sits on, but it was the block a bit north of us that is covered in shade that we walked, this morning. Trees are such a wonderful thing; don't you think?

I had forgotten how much my dogs love ice. I put a tray of ice, less two cubes, into their drinking water, after we got back from our walk, and then I hollered out, "Who's been good?" which is my cue that some sort of nice treat is at hand, and threw the ice to the dogs. The dogs caught the ice in the air, and are licking it now. Thank God for the little things; you know?

I guess that I must be really old fashioned, or something, but I just don't get the style of a man wearing his pants down below his ass, showing off his underwear. When these guys pass me on the sidewalk, I feel as if they are sort of exposing themselves to me.

Ga. Power has decided that I have been paying too slow; their remedy: to add a hefty deposit to my bill, so instead of having all this extra money due to now having a job, I will be scraping for groceries for the next two weeks. I am glad to have power in my abode, & would be glad for any cash that you put in the tip jar to help the situation. I will provide you with E copies of K Poems, or K Memoirs for doing so.

Is poetry a craft, or an art?

I am tired, but it is one of those nights where I don't want to go to bed. I'm eating an Italian Ice that my daughter left in the refrigerator when she was over here the other day, hoping that she left if for me! Shawtie goes home tomorrow. It will be weird walking only two dogs, again, and weird not having her around here. She has been really good this time.


Am I real, or Memorex?

Got no rock star ambitions
when I'm working 9 to 5.

I have Gastroesophageal Reflux Disease.


I am studying, "The Close," because I need to close some deals this week, and not just have brilliant conversations with people who say NO to me.

How about adding peanut butter to the mayonnaise on a bologna sandwich?



The front brake on my bike fell off, yesterday, in Little Five Points, and when I got to The Bike Shop they were closed, so I locked the bike to a tree in a friend's back yard, and, now, I am headed to get the bike, and to head back to The Bike Shop, not complaining, at all, about the heat, but loving it. The dogs just got a hot walk; yeah!!

I got my bike fixed, and then I rode it home from Little Five Points to Midtown in the beautiful heat. Sometimes, a bologna on white bread sandwich, with mayonnaise, appeals to me like nothing else. I think that a nap is in order; I really do.


Day off: yes! (Let's hear it for days off!)

No sales tonight: so close, and yet so far away. I walked the dogs, today, I rode my bike, I swam, and I did Yoga. What a great, great day. Tomorrow is another day to make sales. Shawtie will be leaving us in minutes. We will miss her, this time, when she goes, because she was so sweet.