“Are you going to wear that thing again?”

“You mean my ruby-red chinstrap that I wear for interplanetary travel? Or to keep my mouth from flapping open?”

“And those mitts?”

“Wonderful soiled gloves I wear for reading the New York Times or creaming my delicate paws? Or doing both at the same time?

“How about adding my goggles in case I have a sudden desire for a swim in the middle of the night? And pollen mask? AND the mitts.”

“You’re being difficult. You know you won’t wear them all.”

Sulk.

I haven’t anything to write–it’s awful. I feel all my little neurons waving their axons, looking for another neuron to connect to. But I’ve drained my brain. There’s hardly any neurons left.

You have to admit it’s a sad picture, all those lonely neurons. Maybe if you see them with puppy dog faces it’ll help.

My living has recently been learning Word7 and how to get songs on my iPod. So I have formatting text neurons–actually not new, just rearranged from WordPerfect neurons. And so the iPod ones–the old ones, unused for five years–are staggering to life. They are rather creaky and confused, but they’re stalwart.

Surely iPod neurons and Word7 neurons can lead to a renewal, a brain renewal. I’m counting on it.

Ah! to be back in hippie-land! A land of tall grass and mosquitoes, Celtic stone circles and a compost toilet. Funny, I was never attracted to that life. Perhaps because I’ve had to live that life more than once- the non-plumbing bit. Also the grass and mosquitoes part; in fact; in fact I’m living the mosquito bit now.

Lovely PEI, the country-side is gorgeous, but the bugs do bite. Besides mosquitoes, there’s gnats or flies as the locals call them. Big lumps on your neck near your hairline and they love new blood. People new to the island seem to get bitten again and again.

The Retreat is our neighbor here in PEI and is for artists and songwriters. The house they have is the house used in a film made here on PEI starring Daniel Day Lewis. Something about a rose. Concerts are held here and visitors are welcome on weekends.

And, by the way, they have one of the most beautiful beaches in miles.

I’m in Prince Edward Island, home of the mussel and lobster, and very green fields. I am unable to use my computer at my home so must  come to Souris, PE to use the free wireless. I shall be posting again and struggling again to get another chapter up. Yes, I will.