Bursts of Tears and other bits of nonsense

18 April, 2007

With great frustration, I am thwarted again. Wi-fi is hard to find and expensive in Baltimore. I finally bit the bullet and paid $7 for a day of wi-fi only to be disconnected and left thoroughly dismayed. Instead of some work I really need to do, I get the opportunity to write for a short spell.

I had a successful provisioning trip today, aloft on the squeaky green bicycle that someone gave us. I borrow Mike's bike chain which is a heavy and industrial length of chain that hangs around my waist. My backpack from the Appalachian Trail and the bright red market basket that my mother gave me for my birthday dangling from the handlebars. I strategically loaded the eggplant and banana on top of the basket so that everyone who passed would smile and think to themselves; 'What a cunning little basket of fruit that delectable young lady is carrying. It's too bad that she has that twenty lb. steel chain at swinging distance and a saucy look in her eye or I would propose marriage here and now!' (I know that's what they were thinking. There was a perfect feng shui to the arrangement of banana and tomato and eggplant.)

One day soon this computer will feel wi-fi coursing through her like a freight train and she will be fulfilled in her purpose, which is to load these silly journals for my family to see. Also, as an addendum; I poked fun at Ryan this morning and mentioned that I have put down the brief details of the swimming captain and the jumpy dockline in words. He looked rather stricken and horrified, so I'll ask that if you know him to please use your best judgment in harassing him. He bought Captain Bradley a very dear and rare bottle of something that heats the center of a man. I don't know much about such things except that upon seeing Ryan's gift of penance, our other captain, Captain Miles told Ryan that if that bottle of fiery magic was par for the course, he could push him overboard any day of the week.