playing page boy again. it's inbetween rain and stall, luckily, since the pages that i'm delivering are exposed... and there are only three, stapled nicely together, but flapping noiselessly in the light brisk wind. i can tell that the wind will be bringing more rain, just don't know how soon.

mission accomplished, i leave 434 and immediately it begings to rain - that Southern California rain that the rest of the world laughs at - and i wish that i'd considered taking my umbrella when i'd left to deliver. at least some knit gloves. i don't even know if i have them with me, but i can assume so. i had no reason to remove them from my back pack. i never have reason to remove anything from my back pack. i'm looking forward to lower back massages and visits to the chiropractor; i saw it on my palm along with my 1.5 kids.

i see a Schwans delivery truck. doing a similar job as i, but he knows what he delivers brings smiles upon the faces receiving his goods. i am reminded of home, my sister and i chomping on the mini pizzas and washing them down with ice cream sandwiches. my diet hasn't changed. i can't afford for it to. well not yet.

even in the cold, i wanted to order some ice cream from the man, but not like he would stop: the light was green and i should have signaled about 30 steps ago. even then, i don't think he's the ice cream man. "STOP WARNING CHILDREN" donned the last one of those that i saw. hooray for sentence structure. who am i kidding? i don't even capitalize my sentences. ah convention... whatever that means.


until then---