THE BAKERY

It's a small bakery at the foot of the mountains.

We make:

candies, cakes, pies, danishes, torts, cookies, breads, mincemeat, pasties, pastas, donuts, eclairs...

pizza, calzones, subs, lasanga, pumpkin pie (when in season)

I like to wear my smock.

I like to roll the dough with my roller. I get covered with white flour. I look like a crusty ghost. The sun comes in the window. Right at 11:00 am I think about my mortality, my life and where I've been and where I'm going, and how I'm probably going to die in my bakery.

But mostly I think of Amanda and the long walk home up the mountain.

Roll, roll, roll.

Cut, cut, cut.

I empty the contents of another bag of flour into the mixture.

Roll, roll, roll,

Cut, cut, cut.

My life is simple now. I just make the food and people pay me for it. I keep them alive.

Amanda says I'm a regular Osiris, but I'm not a big fan of country and western music.

AMANDA'S DRAWING

Besides penmanship. Amanda likes to draw. Here she draws the sun. He looks very relaxed. He looks the way I look sometimes after staring in the fire too long.

I like how she makes him a man. He seems so real. Like he's in the sky looking out for us.

I asked her:

"Honey, why isn't the sun yellow?"

"It's an etching dear."

"No, I don't have an itch, thanks sweetheart."

Then she gave me a strange look and I didn't understand it.

When she does this kind of art, she scratches a lot. The penmakes this SKREERA, SKEERA, SKEERA sound. It sometimes hurts my ear. But I don't disapprove. Because any art of hers is indusrty, and indusrty should be praised.

LAMP LIGHT

Amanda and I light our cabin mainly by kerosene lamp light. We make our own kerosene using old grain alcohol, the juice from green apples, and paint thinner left over from the Carlburgesenhiousen's barn yard sale last year.

Gosh, it's smells awful but we save a lot on electricity. We are not hooked up to any utilities.

We haven't a telephone. Nor do we have central heat.

Amanda believes that elctric light hynotizes us, makes us do the bidding of right wing religious fanatics. And you know she's right, when I did have electric light, I found myself strangely fascinated by Pat Robertson, I'd stare at his videotaped image (yes, I video taped the shows) hour after hour, just in awe of his majesty. I'm getting all excited now just writing this about him. If Amanda found out she'd be concerned for me.

We once I started lighting my cabin with kerosene lamps I felt free... After several months of TV withdrawl I THINK I am over my addiction to Pat Roberston.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, oooooooooooooooooo, just look at how handsome and stately he is!!! Don't tell Amanda! She doesn't know!!!

RAOUL'S GUITAR

OUR TWO HORSES

Nipsy and Gipsy.

They pull us through the snow.

They neigh.

They like carrots.

They like it when it snows. So calm and happy. Fluffy white flakes on my mouth and tongue. Amanda has her throw blanket over her mid section. The snow sticks to the trees, making them white/green.