Dear Dire E. Have left Bloomington after two weeks of 'leaving' Bloomington. Everybody was awesome. I mean awe full, they were nice. That last night in the town was fine. My teachers always said not to use describing worbages like nice and fine because they're bland. Anyway, Here I am in Cincinnati.
That last night in Bloomington was the last night in Bloomington. Andrew invited me into Roots with all my baggage to play some parting music on the ukelele, and I played that song that Rachel taught me when Joshua was getting arrested about the 'arting glass' (that's parting glass with a p). Then we sat and sang in the base ment of the Runciple Spoon. Kati was there, and Leroy painting a picture of a woman. "I guess I'll give her eyes tonight" he said "before I go" and I remembered how when Geppetto gave Pinochio his eyes they started to look all around the place.
(please excuse my rambling story telling intro, it has been a long time since I wrote you, or any one, I am still getting my writing hat all sorted out)
Evelyn and I woke up early for breakfast and tea. her ice scraper broke at the blade, so we walked to the gas station to find another one. The whole world was ice. Luckily, I had on my ice booties. They are these chains that cover my feet like road tire chains for those artic farmers who really needd them. Ev and I partnered up arm in arm, like a horse, but sideways, and we walked over there and got the ice scraper. It was the last one they had.
Then, now, we are off across Indiana, I slept for a while. We ate lunch in the slushy grey afternoon of downtown Cincinnati. Maesyn showed me how to make this meal, it's a good one. Slice apples on a suchi flat, add kale and cheese and anything else you have around. Soy sauce, cumin, salt, oils. Then eat it. That's my meal for the next few weeks.
Ev leaves me with my bags. a big back pack with clothes and books (a french dictionary, a french poetry anthologie, the mormon book of, demian, and two sketch bookis) a ukelele case with papers for transcribing into my sketch books, and a bag of food like the food I have already mentioned. No need to be exact about anything.
I wait four hours in a coffee shop for my friend Serenity. Mean while I put all the french things I had written on scraps of paper into my sketch books. Then all the spanish things in there too. I drank a tea and watched people.
Serenity, when that kind creature came, took me in the car to the purple people bridge and we walked across it 16 times. We ate dinner at her parent's house in the city, they are so kind. Her father played with us the music, and we gospel'd and warbled aand maked up some new songs into the wee hours of the Grandmother morning, when we finally had to go. I stayed the night at Ren's Friend's house, a kindest of souls named Saam. Slept like a little king baby on a couch, ate the good food of Saam in the morning. Oats and nuts and an orange. He walked me to the bus station.
Evelyn, God bless her, called her friends Marc and Claire, that's where I am now, at their house. Marc and Abe and Colby are sleeping on the floor by the fire, and all but Marc of those is a dog. The meal we ate was pfarm pork in a stew and corn bread, the work we did was hauling 16 barrels of nice looking produce from the grocer to the chicken house. Oh those chickens. Perchin like that in the rafters. Creepy and cute at the same time. Mosnter birds.
The weather is windy, the people are FINE. The folks on the city bus helped me to find this place. I said i thought it was a Farm. They said " in the middle of the city? a farm?" and you probly wouldn't be lieve it. But here I am. On a 200 acre farm inthe mid of the city. T'morrow we're posting hole posters.
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