Pinky was afraid her old puter would die.
Sometimes there was a streak on her screen and sometimes there wasn’t.
It was a mystery.
Puters are scary.
Her decision took a whole year.
But John Puterhead helped.
He took her to the store to ‘just look’ at the beautiful, new puters.
They were slim like air, and had instant-on gratification.
John Puterhead showed her the least expensive thin one.
And she bought it.
Now I want Pinky’s puter.
Paul is out of the country again.
He sent me a card from Japan.
He got a job at the Imperial Palace.
He sweeps the paths outside.
It is a zen job, he says.
It makes him happy.
It is a sustainable, green job, he says.
This time of year it is wet in Linkyshire.
People walk along with their heads down
to avoid the pelting rain.
I drink my Golden Yunnan tea from a bodum glass.
I don’t mind the weather.
It makes me feel that it’s ok to stay inside.