November 20

Been traveling through time & space for 72 revolutions of Mother Earth around Father Sun now. My line is “I didn’t think I was gonna live past the age of 30, that was gonna be so old, thought I would just go up in a puff of smoke or something, so I didn’t make any plans…” 72. That’s 6 dozen. 6 feet in inches I’m only 5’ 10.5”.

November 22 Assassination Day

Took a 13 mile bike ride yesterday. 13 miles is a big deal when one is as old of a fart as this guy is. Got up to 20 miles per hour going downhill. 20 mph is hauling ass on a bike, really fast. But in the left lane of I40, 70 mph is really slow, obstructing traffic, get out of the way, boomer.

Septuagenarian. Never thought I was going to be one of those. What a weird word. Didn’t really know exactly how to spell it, I never spell anything wrong, got this one wrong had to look it up (Google it), the U & the A are in a strange order & why are they there at all? It should just be an E.

Sometimes on Sundays I like to take a one or two mile walk in the foothills of the Sandia Mountains communing & commingling with the wildlife rocks bushes & cactus.

It is or at least becomes at moments ecstatic meditation always drifting back to grumbling about something that annoys me like people who are in that cult of that piece of shit in the White House what I would say to one of them what I would ask… & flick back into Here & Now the air is really clear here you can see Mount Taylor clearly what’s that other mountain over here? It looks bigger ‘cause it’s closer.

Something about Time those mountains are rising up those rocks are tumbling down the sides of the upthrusting hills the process of sculpting reshaping is going on we can’t see it because it’s operating in a different time frame we are these little buzzing gnats scurrying around making little piles of sticks & stones just flickering out in between the actual movements of the living land.