A NOTE OF PACKETS
C.,
Packets… packets… yes packets; that is certainly how my only income rolls in, in short little packets; Saturday, Sunday and Thursday: though I dole it out in long tall packets every day of the week. As a starving surfer searching the horizon for a set of undulating currents one paddles out seeped in anticipation of the thirty second cruise to then step off, pick up, the board turn, run, duck dive and gruelingly paddle out over and over again in hope of another fold to add to the stream of short little packets. All the while back on shore the expenses keep swelling tsunami size and it takes a large number of short little packets to trickle up into a bundle, size enough to even out the long tall packets. Certainly, all or nothing – then there is the weather, whether or not you have the capacity to trundle out, scroll down, or reel in any short little packets – not to mention the climate of society, lurchingly influenced by tragedies of nature, or man – not to mention the media. It’s a toss and one has to throw out many an index for a chance at a turn to collect a small bundle of short little packets.
And yes, the moral and physical support of another human being is inestimable; thank you for yours.
As ever,
R.
