circus

Performance.Lubrication. Freedom.
Time goes by so quickly these days. I put in 47 1/2 hours this week at work, and the time just flies by.
It all came to a head Wednesday night. I went out for a bike ride, and it started to rain. Trying to make the turn into the driveway a bit too soon, I wiped out. All I got was a bruised knee and a few scrapes, and the bike is not damaged. Another one of my nine lives bites the dust.
Thursday, I wanted to get back in the saddle. I went up to the library, got some cd’s and a book. I got Brian Eno, Cirque du Soleil, Judy Garland, The Beatles, and Bret Easton Ellis. Thirty seven percent of the population will not know which one of those five is the book author. I am listening to the Cirque du Soleil "greatest hits" now, and am amazed.
There seems to be a circus theme now. Three thousand miles ago, the oil was changed on my buick. Today was a good day to get that chore done. Now, the oil change place is next to the mall, aka " capital latina de la georgia". There is a little mexican circus in the parking lot now, and while the oil was changing I walked over to look at the animals. The tiger looked at me with a sad, defeated look. He could tear me to bits without breathing hard, but he is in a cage, and I am free to walk away. Sometimes life in not fair.
From the animal prison I went to a gas station. Recently, a lady caught her car on fire there while filling up. The tv newsreader helpfully suggested that you turn off your car before you fill up.
I read an article about Kurt Vonnegut while I was standing around in the gas station. Mr. V is one of my heroes. His existence today is the result of his being in a meat locker under Dresden, the night of the allied firebombing. There is a connection between that and the white tiger in the parking lot, but I am not sure what it is.
The mall is in the triangle of Clairmont Road, Buford Hiway, and Dresden Drive.
Mr. V is a chain smoker. He was born the same year as my mother, who was horrified by tobacco use. He has lived seven years longer, anyway. Sometimes life is not fair.
Fair is a baseball hit between first and third base. And, while a circus is similar to a Fair, a circus is not Fair.
A man who says I don't know is frequently telling the truth.
I am now listening to “another green world” by Brian Eno. The spell check suggestions for Eno are neo, eon, no, en, ennui, end. Eno is also a very versatile combination for anagrams…eno, eon, one, oen, noe, neo. With proper names and foreign words included, That may be 100 percent use of all combinations.