Olive Jonesy, so...

I just love her.
I hope she likes
my new favoritest dish:

Slices of baby squid
in aspic with canned
Mandarin oranges over
saffron couscous.

I’m kidding.

[I could get people to eat it I bet]

[I’d probably eat it]

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and even though it
sucked and people were
flailing and fading at
work, I thought of Jonesy
and stood up straight and
smiled slowly and started
singing everything opera
style that anyone said
(poorly in falsetto but
loudly) and made everyone
laugh their asses off and
the day was much better for
all hands..

thanks for thoughts
of Jonesy.

Olive Jonesy!!!

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I take off my wedding ring
and kiss it and think of
her and hope she’s safe
and well and warm.

Then I put it on the
windowsill next to me.

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Today I…

Well. Maybe I’ll just
demonstrate:

(Puts on slightly scratchy
Marvin Gaye album)

I love you so
I’ll even let you ride
my Cervelo

I’ll pick little flowers
and place them between
your toes

...and when we’re in public
I promise not to pick
my nose

(Fishboy sings very poorly)

...but what he lacks in
talent he makes up for
in volume.

Olive Jonesy!!!

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inform her that..

WE HAVE A COSTA RICAN MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE!!!

And it appears to be
in good order, too.

Olive Jonesy (AKA MRS. ML H-J)

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dozed off thinking this:

Sunny beach. I am watching
a nice hollow left peel
with Indonesian perfection.

(CRUMP)

LL glides up. She’s not
wearing much of anything.
That’s OK with me. Coconut drink.
Plumeria blossoms in her hair like
white kayaks shooting a molasses
waterfall.

“Hi, honey,” she smiles like
one thousand swans spreading
wings.

“How would you like a neck rub and I’ll
read you that article ‘Tectonic
synthesis of the Olympic Mountains
segment of the Cascadia wedge’”

...in that gorgeous, precise
sexy contralto voice, too.

Man..

Olive Jonesy!

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and the sun was playing
coy and I was worried
about my daughter and I
was sore and feeling beat.

LL called me. Yay!!!

I was so happy afterwards
I plucked the sun from
behind the clouds and
rain and I origamied it

(ouch)

into a ceramic envelope
and carried it with me
all day next to my heart.

And that’s how
much…

Olive Jonesy!

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I wrote her and
told her how much
olive her:

Heaps.
Bunches.

And…

by the truck full.

Olive Jonesy!

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We went to the Sheep Heid tavern
which was about 550 years old after
hiking Arthur’s Seat.

There was a notice on the table
that said not to feed Hector the
Highland Terrier because he was
too fat; even though he would
beg charmingly.

Afterwards we visited Edinburgh
Castle. It was interesting to
peep through the windows and note
that every approach was open
to projectiles, hot oil, bolts
and stones.

Then we had a glass of poopy
but mostly bearable wine from
Chile and I had Haggis and turnips
and mash. It was really good.

LL hid her view of my plate with
her own castle/barricade of
glasses, salt shakers and menus.

I don’t want to know about it,
she said.

Olive Jonesy!

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before she got out of
bed.

We are hiking Arthur’s Seat, which
is an old volcano in a glacially
scoured landscape. You can
see some columnar cooling on
the west face looking down on
Holyrood – the Queen’s summer
place in Edinburgh.

I like geology here because James
Hutton was Scottish and I consider
him the father of geology. Well, a
sedimentary guy anyway.

More kisses later.

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