Re: [BP] BULLAMANKA-PINHEADS Digest - 20 Mar 2005 to 21 Mar 2005 (#2005-51)

[Cuyler Page]

Py,   Many Thanks.   The magic deck just arrived.   Picturesque and perfectly to the point.   Your writing is sheer delight.   I'm reading your note of today aloud at the next meeting.   Your words always bring the wind and sunny sun back to my face while I labour here (although also happily) indoors.   Yes, I miss those days sitting on the mountaintop fire lookout with wind on the windows and rain in the face and the familiar chopping block in the woodshed and the friendly yellow bellied marmot who hung out chewing on salty boards in the bottom of the out house.   Or those days wheelbarrowing every ounce of thirty yards of sand and then the necessary cement and crushed rock up a 250' ramp we built to get building materials up to a magical site for the hand mixed hand formed foundation for a home to be crafted from large solid timbers of Red Cedar and Douglas Fir (also carried on backs up the ramp), more like traditional boat building than house building, nestled perfectly into the landscape, curving like a banana for 100' on a ledge of a cliff overlooking the ocean.   Going with the flow continues to be inevitably wondrous, with every day seeming to be the rest of life.   A few years ago, after a half century of self employment being an apprentice at almost everything without benefits, I think the Great Spirit looked down and said, "Hmmmmm, you have certainly had an interesting life.  But wait a moment, you have never been a Union Man."  So, with six years to pension age, a union job materialized with benefits that include employer-paid medical and dental plans for life once one has contributed for a minimum of five years.   Grateful daily to the Great River of opportunities, I marvel and chuckle at the postcard reminders of reality.   cp in bc (c = crustacean)   ----- Original Message ----- From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: BULLAMANKA-PINHEADS@MAELSTROM.STJOHNS.EDU Sent: Tuesday, March 22, 2005 7:27 AM Subject: Re: [BP] BULLAMANKA-PINHEADS Digest - 20 Mar 2005 to 21 Mar 2005 (#2005-51) In a message dated 3/21/2005 2:00:04 A.M. Central Standard Time, Cuyler writes: I smell the fresh air and delight in = the reality of battered playing cards and honourable behaviour.   Maybe = you have offered us a strategy to solve the current dilemma here.   = Please send us the magic deck magic deck is on the way..........many times when crawling around the stone I have wondered what would have happened if I  had stayed in the city  and had got one of those cush jobs at the mob controlled Javits Center or the Museum..with no rain in the face , no dealing with Moe Larry and Curly who when turning with  the shovel... bangs the other in the head. No  it would be a world of intelligent men (and women) who spoke lyrically of Whitman and Pr oust and would eat at  refined luncheons  on white table cloths wearing ties and white shirts.   As I finish the last of my Subway wearing  splashes of Dijon and crumbs for a tie I am reminded of a post card I saw stuck on  a interior mud  wall in the Camel trading center of the Sahara .(Douse in far southern Tunisia on the Algerian border) There in the card was two outdoor cafes , one in Paris   and one in  North Africa   The one in Paris showed the men dreaming about Palm trees and sitting at an outdoor cafe  in the desert. The one in North Africa showed the men dreaming about the Eiffel tower and sitting at an outdoor cafe in Paris.........Unless you have a new lover every month there is" no simple life"  we are creatures of habit ;and after the age of 55 we get under our shell ,hold what few cards we got, think ourselves brilliant, and snap our claws at every crustacean above and below us who thinks they have  got it figured out. Py