done bitchin'

woke up this morning to one of scotland's spectacularly beautiful days. the air clean washed ...  what did you think all the damned rain was for?

 i am more than confident in recommending scottish air, must be the cleanest around, except for, maybe ireland?

i am housesitting in dailly for a couple of days. dailly is a small village in south ayrshire, it sits, surrounded by rolling green  hills, in the middle of nowhere. around noon the old men of the village gather at the bridge and spend their hours whiling away the the time by chatting and gazing at the flow of the river.

waking up to sunshine i decided to take a walk up to 'the co-op'. dailly has only two shops, the co-op and  a corner cafe. of course there is also the pub/inn and i do believe that there is a wee tea room where one may partake of tea and scones.
village life - each and every person i met greeted me with a smile and a friendly comment. i had almost forgotten, troon where i live is only a small town but some what more sophisticated.

a litre of milk and a pack of cigarettes, i had not smoked for the month i was in the states but, what the hell, who wants to live forever!
besides it is my firm intention to 'give up' women in the romantic, passionate, lesbian drama filled meaning of the phrase. "do no harm" is one of my firmest convictions.  i seem to have developed an unfortunate habit of falling in and out of love in the manner of a reckless teenager thus causing endless heartache and anxt to the objects of my affection. enough already, i will preserve my undeniable wolfish charms for friends and blood relatives.

sunshine, cigarettes and the desire to write, what more could the wolf/poet ask for.