Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
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On Deadman's Island, the tribes buried their honored corpses in the trees

It is in the death flow 1:19 PM Thursday early afternoon. It is a dark a stormy day here by Lake Michigan.

Carol left this morning to celebrate a friend's 91st birthday. I have been watching birds from our kitchen window and reading the book, "The Novel: A Biography" by Michael Schmidt.

Not much else happening. I just remembered this morning after my wife left I made a video for my BookTube channel.

I was up around 5:15 AM this morning, which means right now I feel wasted. I can not take a nap because I am waiting for Jim the builder to show up today to work some more on our down in the lower level rebuilt bathroom. Jim the builder has disappeared this week. He was suppose to be here yesterday and never showed up. He was suppose to be here today and has not showed up. I told Carol I think Jim the builder has decided to take our money and run for Mexico (this fellow goes to my wife's church and has seven kids so I am sure I am freaking out for nothing-I personally do not trust anyone-I am surrounded by robbers and thieves).

I received in the mail a moment ago a used book titled, "Psychogeography: Disentanging the Modern Conundrum of Psyche and Place" by Words by Will Self & Pictures by Ralph Steadman.

Last night I read till 11 o'clock PM the book, "American Smoke: Journeys To The End Of The Light" travel memoir/biography by Iain Sinclair.

So goes existence thus far today. I will close to wait it out. I am not going anywhere special.


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