Victorino

 

Victorino Magic Square 8.20

Hear one heron upon arriving in parking lot. See one along upper mid-stretch, tucked in along the banks and rocks.  In between, vicTorino is scrawled in the screenings. Pick of the litter: green candy wrapper with Chinese writing and one big thing from a sycamore tree. What is Turin?

postcard of Torino, Valentino park

Designer Nerds

nice spot

Neurons happy: Heron on a dead bough: grandaddy of them all, fishing, waiting. View from the road.
Squirrel pops out of a barrel when I make a deposit of litter.
Sunlit scenery. Walk two miles to the eight marker and back, and find a piece of sycamore near the seven. Add the pick of the litter Wonka Nerds box top and voila, today’s rebus. Nerds + give – v = Designer.
Other than that, it’s quiet. Overheard “Research shows…” Something about running half an hour. Meanwhile work on solving world peace. Whose world? Look for the heron on the way back. Might be there. Man and a woman walk with energetic strides and converse in raucous, excited voices, matching in vigor, kind of like the herons make.
Fishing involves patience and timing. Plus location. Pick your spots.

Wides and the White Squirrel

Pathling for a four day

 

   Top story: The White Squirrel has been spotted. We saw it, that is. It is white, no spots. 

  Camel Wides pack is the pick of the litter.  Green heronspotting at start of walk. And tales from the candy factory from Candelario. That  he worked for a candy manufacturer and his nickname is Candy is one of those astonishing alignments in life. He performed maintenance, was the official soap dispenser (Eight kinds in the factory: each for its designated use.) There were eight janitors when he started and four when he left. He was fired and rehired three times. He processed the peanuts used for candy and now he likes to go to the museum and feed the squirrels peanuts. The birds like them too, he says.

  We walk together and when a pathling presents itself for photographing, he asks Did you lose something?

  Found something. Something found us.

   “We owe you a drawing made with the pen you gave us!” we said. “What would you like?”

   “I like birds,” Candelario says.

   “What kind of birds?”

   “The red ones.”

   “Cardinals?”

  “Yes.”

   Note made: add blue ink drawing of  red bird is to project list.

   The white squirrel runs from the grass up the trunk of a tree with vines and disappears. I stop the car and get out and look for it, hoping for a shot. It looks like something to shoot for in the future.

Fuzzy little green heron

Preserve and Protect

  

 

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True date synchronicity: Ron has caught and released one sunny and two bass (12) by the time I get to walk. On the rampart of the bridge is a lovely pigeon, a thoroughbred. It wears a blue band.

   “Someone’s racing pigeon, ” says Ron.

   I capture the bird with digital technology. I discover I have lost many previous photos due to operator’s formatting error. This means the baby heron pictures are missing, a sickening thought. Some photos are saved on computer at home. Gone are the monkey pictures and a picture of a landscape painting propped up on the sidewalk in front of a house. Retrieval factor: some chance.

     No sense crying over spilt milk, but I find the loss bothersome. Several days ago I had been eyeing the Cash for Clunkers vehicles around the area, and suddenly the story broke.

   Laura runs by, wearing a tee-shirt that shouts from the back: SHARE THE ROAD with a bicycle image below. A man walks toward me with a sleeveless shirt reading SEX ON THE BEACH with a martini-style glass.

   It’s a three day, for green and wood, so if you ask the question What am I wearing? I wear a green shirt with the motto Preserve and Protect, Twin Falls State Park, West Virginia, with a raccoon (halfway between a bear and a dog, says an old encyclopaedia)  emblem. Photos uploaded today.

QC33

   Pick of the litter: tiny square piece of paper: text message: Q C  33. If nothing else, we support quality control and quality control inspectors.

   This morning’s walk is a two-miler due to the curse of the drinking glass. Class. And my own slow-moving triangle aspect. Several things odd or amiss: a different alignment.

   Coffee shop: Man and boy, boy looking around, touching things, father calling his name not so much to pull him in line as to hear the sound of the name, to let everyone know the name. While I waited with my Patient side, the man who had all but hit me in the parking lot, came the shop behind me and his Polite side said “excuse me” and his I- Have- Someplace-To-Go-side went ahead of me in line.

   A heron made some noise near the turtle statue this morning at 8:39 as walk completed.

  As I set out, the crack sealers are working: the lady sprinkling some fairy dust from a plastic coffee jar into the cracks in preparation for the fellow with the hot tar machine, cigarette dangling from his mouth. Perfect.

A Tarred and Leafy Look

   The tar sealing the cracks has leaves from black walnut trees sticking to it, giving it a tarred and leafy look, black and gold.  

   Morning billboard: bullfly.com. Something to look into. [Bullfly Trading Company.]

   It is a four day. The top trivia card – from yesterday –  is purple, a color for wealth and prosperity. Three questions are written in ballpoint pen on the front. The back is plain, an indication no one made guesses  incorrrect or otherwise, they were willing to comit to paper.

    In comes the card bearer, an engaging man. Today’s card is yellow, an earth color, bright and sunny. It fits because today also a five (health) day in my way of figuring.

   “What Martha died in 1914?” is the first unanswered question from Monday. Answer: is not anyone the Census Bureau would count. She was, rather, the last passenger pigeon to die, as the species became extinct.

   Today the second question asks what is the Scoville scale and I want to say diamonds, the hardness thereof.  Close. It’s how hot is Hot, the pepper world.

   Uneventful day at park. The water is risen. A young heron flies away, protesting the intrusion. Great asymmetrical pathling.. Victor talking about polka dancing, not the same as it used to be.

   At eight a.m. the floodgates must have opened. A troop of high school athletes arrives for conditioning.  No squirrels to report.

   We moved a mole or vole off the path and let it rest in peace by a mossy root.  

 I get caught in the cross fire of a conversation about blueberries and strawberries in the ladies room. How sweet are the berries now, and there is nothing better than fresh whole sweet blueberries.

Purple Heart

Purple Heart

   There must be a God.  Today is a four day and purple is the color and relationships are still important and so is creativity and children, there is a squawking heron at the picnic bend area, a wading heron at the Body Zone/overpass bend. In between, find a purple heart barrette, one that is smooth and has silvery glitter inside.

   Ron watches the suckers at the bridge while awaiting crew and orders for the day. That’s the name of a big carplike fish, sucker.

   A runner says to me: “Boy! I hope it gets more humid today, don’t you?” which makes me laugh.

    Two unmarked pickup trucks with asphalt repair apparatus arrived in the parking lot at 7:00 am to seal the cracks. Hot job in the summertime. Lady with the air compressor wears a purple bandana around neck and a Florida baseball cap. We smile.

   Red proceeds to power wash the Kubota as I complete my walk. We nod. I got a couple of good pathlings and a bread bag tag 11784. We’ll all need a good shower today.

Plump It Up

   The answer to Tuesday’s third trivia question: Super Soaker.  What toy outsold others in 1991-92? The water pistol that pumps when you want.

the snail

   Back at the salt mines, first thing crossing the path -  a  transcontinental journey – a snail. A pathling in action! One of my personal symbols, along with the turtle, slow-moving triangle and the sun, among others.

   Across near the picnic peninsula,  heron crouches and dips its bill into the water in an area and in a manner that suggests minnows or small fry.

   Numbers are written 258. Aha! There he is, there is Candelario up ahead, with an umbrella and no cane.

“Ready for rain?”

“I want to be prepared,” he says. “Have to stay one step ahead.”

He has plans for vacation next month.

“Plan to be here tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

Variety of wildlife, nothing exotic, a bunny, a little green heron, a leopard spotted knapsack, a deer, the geese.

Upper lot: six vehicles, dark teal, maroon, gold, red, forest, silver (going counterclockwise from the entrance). One has R O G oval sticker positioned vertically, reading down. Startled. The driver sits inside, reading the Reading? newspaper. Other sticker of interest. I’m Able.

 Ruth runs west to my east: “If you can get over to the Institute, I have two paintings there.”

Gobs of pathlings today.

A disposable aluminum pie tin brightens up the meadow. I’m thinking Π (pi) tin. Pie plate, pi plate.

Thinking about making a map, and about Graphjam. www.graphjam.com

A container of plaster of paris mix and a plastic tub and a glass beverage container with watermelon design wait their turn at the Heritage Center. 

 

The Watermelon Woman

Victor is here. His tee shirt is red. His back right shorts pocket is empty: almost as good as a forecast, no rain.

He says he worked on home and yard yesterday and is feeling it this morning. 

“I’m tired too.”

“A little sex would perk you up.”

Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore Art Thou?

 En route home, truck with a logo of gradually increasing letter thickness: © recall. Subheading: Your Information Securely Managed.  The final “l” is plump and wide.

 

http://www.recall.com/recall/us/en/home

Chemistry and Patience

  

Chemistry and Patience

 

    What is needed for a lasting relationship? John Kincade, on the JK show, ESPN radio, early this morning said:  Chemistry and patience, definitely gotta have it!

   What we have now is a ruddy creek. Intense thunder and lightning prompted me to leap out of bed at 11:00 last night to close all the windows. How intense was that?

      Walk. A white pigeon, aka Rock Dove, with red feet and legs stands on a rock creekside at the dam bridge. A pair of rock towers stands on the other side, little pillars, good feng shui for an entrance, objects placed either side of door. Orienteering relic?

   Path is well washed, wiped off. The WET PAINT sign is wet.  New pathlings; new path users. walking, bicycling, running. Heron pennant style along midstretch. Heron roosting in tree near the 11 post/locks. It launches itself in flight and descends to the next tree over.

So What Osmosis, Even Faster than That

So What Osmosis

   What kind of blue is behind the ess on gum box?      Guttersnipe!

   Something variegated this way grows.

   Radio Taco Bell, Bill and bacon. Ultimate find.

   Squirrel in bin. Autosave. Feels freed.

    

   Pick of the litter: sporting goods store receipt (back of.)

   Backwards  red 1 inspection number.

   Park crew tee: Sabathia and number 52 baseball over what kind of blue?

   Beauty beauty day.  Tiny blue jay feather. Tiny!

   Pair of squirrels, classic sitting/nibbling  pose.

   Bushy tail ↔ crimped tail.

   Crimped tail springs. Boing-boing, been jolted?

   WET PAINT sign on log bench. What neat placement!

  

 

 

   Victor: light blue tee. Is a one/ten day. Blogger: navy. 

   Overheard in Reading: park crew “We did that

   post, that number eight.”

the 10 post

   A few good pathlings.  

   Iotas show moss.

   How close we came to a heron this morning?

                                                                            

    ON THIS DAY in 1846:

    http://www.pbs.org/kera/usmexicanwar/timeline_flash.html

 

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