I wish to extract a piece of a part_of a place_ that was a moment.
It happened_ at the time_to be the thing, that held me enthralled.
A summer fling with a connection_thrown_ that almost got lost.
Relative wonder_ upon the service of life_
that at once___comes due… ,but, certain_
To find a place for you… to be the one to decide.
This way or that way__What proof does it take?
Always coming back to you__believing I can be found.
The mechanical breath of review.
Left apart__I could walk away and leave the heart of attack.
What kind of life__does this guy see?
Well, maybe this is where it gets real.
I had a thought about reviewing the summer past
_ as a place, where I could begin.
Somehow, I was dissolved_
By all gathering_ shared,
because I got scared.
It is quite likely, that__
I took a short break and tried to re-establish_
It was not an intentional act.
This is the tale that begins. My wife had asked me to prepare my
Of course I did my best to remember, but the night before we were to leave, and it was the weekend__I still had not changed the antifreeze/coolant mix or determined…if I needed to change the thermostat, and that is the crux of this revelatory tale. I was
Furthermore, I was somewhat prepared. I had purchased everything I needed to do every conceivable action, that I might have to do___’To git ‘ur done’. I had just wasted so much good will and now it was hell on earth and the woman in my life saying….”We are done.” This means we will be divorced. Soon.
I was not scared. I just needed to get it done in the late hours of Saturday July7th, the day before… we were to leave. Sunday, the 8th, four a.m….we’ll be pulling out of the driveway. Those were my marching orders. Oh! that’s easy. I had the weather and the light on my side, but things were taking longer than I thought they would. My march to success was taking big chunks of time. I was falling behind.
I declare to the world…I am not a mechanic, but I am a zen artist of the mechanical bent, and I have experienced at least as much success as I have had failure. I was ready. I proceeded forthrightly, and with all of the positive reinforcement I was getting/Not!…I was quite confident. As a matter of fact. My spirits never wavered. My wife only held the light, as the hours were waining, just before midnight. I was all _but through. Then it was done.
Two flushes with fast drives around (to heat the brew),draining,and connecting hoses and disconnecting hoses and continuing onward and upward… toward a clear running system,…I discovered and surmised that I should probably replace the thermostat. Of course…I knew that…I had known that…I was really thinking about not doing that…but I had no choice at ten-thirty p.m.. It became the only course I could take, and I had no book for this vehicle and the harness and straps and emission crap layed over the whole top of this machine and I was screwed or was I ?
Come on, oh! imaginary person (not ever named)except as… TR.
Quickly now, my wife,’M’, is home, and she likes to get on this machine.. to play Mah Jong…so as not to disappoint her…I will get off and say this is over. It is all, but. Needless to say, Mike’s magic tool box provided the way for me to succeed, beyond my wildest dreams.
“Okay! I am out of here.” 12:30a.m….I was done. Everyone was abed,… I showered and slept and woke at 3:00a.m. We were already packed. I helped. Right! I did. Really.
When this cold icy dream of success was forged…
It would be a long time to wait, but…(by the end of the day)__ she granted me that accolade, You did it!
This is so long__noone will read it. That is okay. We(I,me,mine) are developing the voice of the vein__ of_ ‘me’ being ‘me’.
We did things together again…Cooked and ate, and watched movies, and walked on trails, and went to the ocean, and relaxed on the set. It was an evening /sunrise, and the days of time, that hold the truth of__ who, we are yet to become.
It was a perfect time.