Sep 14, 2025 Shade

 

Sep 14, 2025       Shade  

 

Taking advantage as we do of the shade that five-lettered wordle provided by the(ir) newly-installed patio table with umbrella combo up in here - procured at a massive discount, ‘it was fifty percent off when I first saw it’, (y)our man the(ir) neigbour and guardian angel SM who has carte / blanche to improve literally the lot of (y)our (wo)men his neighbors the Nousloc family up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here in Luksvegas on the  Quebec side mansplained the same better because good neighborly, ‘and I offered to take it for another fifty percent / off, and the guy goes , ‘no way’, and then I says if it hasn’t sold by next week I’ll take it for another fifty percent off, and so I come back the next week and it’s still there, and he sells it to me for another fifty percent off / that’ -   (y)our man Cin the humble(d) narrator of (t)his Take This THing Back to Balti-memoires and shade that five-lettered wordle takes a perch up on one of the high chairs that make up a fire sale patio table and umbrella combo as we do because designed to be a drinking table because patio life but not because Regime Zero to hulk-smash away at the same of (t)his fetch Fall Cinday after (hooker please, -id. It’s Sunday and ought not to be blasphemed), fifty percent off plus another fifty percent off / that is all / we gots.

 

Course it ought / not to be all that difficult to find a place with shade enough to hulk-smash away at (t)his Take This THing Back to Balti-memoires and shade of a sunny Sunday after (that’s better, -id.) up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here, but before during and after his Plan A for finding / the same earlier - namely Plan A for Ambitious for even thinking of finding shade that five-lettered wordle (that’s enough, -id.) under one of the patio-table-and-umbrella combos installed during the summer months outside the(ir) local Luksvegas convenience store up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on the Highway 148, a forty-minute bike ride from here because out / of darts as we do and exercise and exorcise / good both to procure the same because  ironical / enough - fell through, seeing as (wo)management of the store, or ‘depanneur’ en francais from the French ‘ depanner ‘ to break / down ‘, the local garage in other words to get gas and often including a local store , ipso facto the place where people gets their supplies because  ‘ how’, Dana Carver’s church lady from the Saturday Night Live skit of the same name from when SNL used to be funny back in the 20^th says it better, ‘convenient’, (y)our man Cin just turned around and biked / back home because linear, and frankly not all that interested in using one of the other patio table-and-umbrella combos to be found just up / the stripmall from the depanneur, these ones to be found at Rocky’s restaurant three storefronts North on the 148 because possibly though not likely used by paying / customers as we do because carmaggadeon car culture, exercise and exorcise / good both  is all / we gots.

 

What we (sh) / © / (w) ould have done of course in retrospect as we do was to implement Plan G for ‘ let go’ as the twelve-steppers have it better, ‘let God ‘ (hooker please, -id., oh wait, what? ) earlier of (t)his beautiful Sunday mo(u)rning (hooker please, -id.) and after, innit God, packing up the mercifully few tools of (t)his trade - (y)our (wo)man Dell(a) his faithful if wirelessly-challenged in the out-of-doors up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here laptop as well as a cuppa coffee (free ! flog forever for (t)his so far anyway leak-free gigantic Owala thermos that passes as a mug) into (t)his $600.00 (!) Paulson bag and bit of COVID retaill-therapy for the trip to eleven o’clock Mass at Saint Mary’s up the 148 from here in Quyon becasue nominal Catholic though (y)our man Cin has only gone back to Saint Mary’s once since the COVID because fickle and pagan (that’s enough, -id.) and hooked on the live-streaming Protestant service with the fetch music from Montreal, also held at eleven in the AM of a Sunday mo(u)rning and all of (t)his now-academic churching followed by (t)his usual two-hour shift of hulk-smashing away at (t)his Take This Thing Back to Balti-memoires and shade as we do at the Quyon Community Centre featuring another series of patio-tables-with umbrella combos and right on / the Quyon beach next to the ferry those five-lettered wordles,  ‘Dog is a woman’, the t-shirt has it better if a little blasphemously, innit Church Lady, ‘ and she’s / dyslexic’, Plan Q  is all / we gots.

 

Course ‘ there’s no place’, countless placemats and doormats and romper room crochet wall art pieces attest it better, ‘like / home’, and despite (y)our man the(ir) neighbor Constructo’s seeming inability to stop hammer-and-nailing everything / in sight and on-site mo(u)rning noon and night for the last four years’ worth of Sunday afters and counting - to be fair, (y)our man Constructo seems somewhat methodical in (t)his madness, the hammering and buzzsawing kept to the bare / minimum allegedly, innit Alleged Lee - (y)our man Cin’s new perch at (t)his fire sale of a patio table-and-umbrella combo and barstool-height high drinking chairs but not because Regime Zero allow for the prerequisite amount of cover from the sun to damn-near ergonomically  hulk-smash away at (t)his Take This Thing Back to Balti-memoires and shade because comfortably / numb, somewhat methodical in (t)his madness is all / we gots.

 

Plan ‘ F’ for fetch - Plan “F’ for O-Town’s Folkfest 2025 edition, The Pogues without / Shane - would have involved (y)our man Cin commuting back to the cindominium in O-Town on the Ontariariariariariariariariario side of (t)his Here Comes the Sun Day evening like, now, and in order to catch some of that sweet sweet O-Town Folkfest music, playing up and down O-Town’s Bank Street, as previously in the pixels and pages of (t)his Take THis THing Back to Balti-memoires and shade Cin’s second favorite second favorite second favorite second favorite second favorite second favorite home away / from home that four-lettered word (that’s enough, -id.) and which like its’ big brother Bluesfest earlier in the year has very little to do with / either anymore, if it ever / did.

 

Like for a Bluesfest evening solo that four-lettered word though, the idea of heading into O-Town and in this unseasonably and therefore slightly ridiculous if pleasant heat to audee what’s left of O-Town’s Folkfest 2025 / Can the Pogues ever be / the same without / Shane edition ? -  ‘one Sunday evening / drunk as hell’, (y)our (Irish)man Shane McGowan RIP  and the rest of the Pogues eulogized himself better before  / the fact as we do in the(ir) immor(t)al A Pair of Brown Eyes , ‘ I sat there nearly / lifeless - has ‘ pas’ as the French have it better, ‘d’allure’ because solo as hell, and besides, he managed to see (y)our (English)man Morrissey and his tight tour band on TGIFFriday two nights ago innit G, ‘war is old’, (y)our man Morrissey’s touring drummer’s bass drum announced it better for all / the world to see, ‘art / is young’, and it was a good enough show that (y)our man Cin managed not to go back last night for The Pogues Without Shane, though he surely should have, and will regret it until the day / he dies, innit perfesser becasue The Pogues ! and for whatever’s left to audee tonight, though Morrissey’s show surely for all parties involved way too / short at an hour and a bit just like at the acts at Bluesfest with the(ir) endless breaks for ©incels to pretend to be looking for someone they’d agreed / to meet there but never did / or will, slightly ridiculous if pleasant  is all / we gots.

 

Course he might go / yet into (O-)Town.  Before during and after making one rookie mistake after another as we do - packing (y)our (wo)man (t)his $600.00 Paulson duffel bag only with (y)our (wo)man Dell(a) the laptop and nothing else, deliberately leaving plenty of room for convenience store food supplies from the local depanneur and strapping it to / his back for the bike ride, but then forgetting to buy anything but a carton of John Player Quebecs as we do, ironical enough, as (y)our (Irish)man Liam Nesson’s sidekick says it better in the criminally-underrated film A Walk Among the Tombstones, and (t)his week’s hard copy edition of The Equity - leaving him with little to eat of (t)his Cinday evening (hooker please, -id.) other than Breakfast / for Dinner (which as he hulks-smashes the idea sounds pretty / good after all) because living la vida loca of a cingleton and cincel, without the solid gold company for another two weeks of either of his housemates, the(ir) Ma Noslouc and the(ir) pandemicat General Meow, both still up North at The Metis Beaches as we do until Canadian Thanksgiving, inch allah, innit allah, and (y)our man Cin sleeping depending on the night and day / to follow either at (t)his fetch adolescent home in Luksvgas on the Quebec side or at the now-fetch because the(ir) guardian angels and sister Noslouc and ever-neighborly neighbor SM’s superior interior decorating from earlier this year cindominium in O-Town on the Ontariarairariariariariario side, but forgetting to pack for the same, in terms of food or clothes because all of the pre-Regime Zero days and nights and decades of being drunk / as  hell, and sitting there nearly / lifeless, and the Rugby Club cincussions and a memory hol(e)y like swiss cheese only without / the cheese, and we weren’t that bright, innit DD, to begin with, “I feel’, (y)our man Cin tried and failed to mansplain his How Does It Feelings better to (y)our man his cinsellor last week as we do because a buck sixteen an hour and steeper than that sex number in Toronto that he used to call from this very house back in the 20^th because cincel (hooker please, -id.) innit Itt and apropos / the same and (t)his life as a touring band without / the band, ‘like Richie Rich, the poor little rich boy’, one rookie mistake after another is all / we gots.

 

Thank you for reading (t)his Take THis THing Back to Balti-memoires and the solo never /ends .