I saw more of the Sleeptalker last week than I have in quite some time.
He was sleeping at the Cloisters so walked uphill to campus each morning
and spent some time with me before going off to play on the computers.
Each morning he arrived talking of the game with great enthusiasm. (We
have both more or less given up on Seventh Circle, are playing
Realms of Despair.) He loves discovering things I don't yet know
about and has actually helped me a little even though I'm already several
levels about his top character, mostly because he continues his routine of
creating many different characters rather than concentrating on one.
But then, after an hour or so, he returns, complaining about how boring
the game is. (Repeat next morning, at least until he again disappeared on
He actually managed to qualify for Crazy Money again. For one month. At
his age he not only has the doctor appointment to keep, he also has to
attend an AA-type "substance abuse support group". That he hates, and I
am sure I would, too. So of course he missed one and is now suspended
from the program for six months.
He's also banned, yet again, from the Black Hole after getting into a
fight there. And he's banned from River of Life (reason not explained).
So he's managed to block himself from the two main daily providers of free
I wish I knew how to be of more help to him, but I guess all I can do is
what I have been doing. Be there when he wants someone to talk to.
In like a lion, out like a lamb. I've no idea how that bit ot folklore
got itself attached to the month of March, but if it holds true, we have a
pleasant end of March to anticipate.
Of course, we can't really complain here on the southern side of the
mountains because most of the nastiness has stayed on the other side.
Heavy, heavy rain and flooding, the afternoon radio programs being
frequently interrupted with bulletins from the National Weather Service
giving "flash flood warnings". The rain on this side of the mountains has
been during the night. It lingered on into the morning on Thursday and
although I luckily managed to get from the Dark Corner neighborhood to the
mall without getting wet, it was then raining too steadily to consider a
trip to campus.
A day spent entirely at the mall is not something I particularly cherish.
The Sleeptalker told me he had seen Tanioka who was "all cleaned up". So
he is, as I discovered myself on Monday. I suppose a few months in prison
provides an opportunity to get "cleaned up". It was a brief encounter, a
quick handshake as I was exiting a bus and he was sitting on the seat next
to the door. "Good to see you," I said, and it was.
"My mother is an angel. And I hate her."
"How can anyone hate an angel?"
"Why did God give me an Angel Mom?"
No need to tell you who took part in that conversation.
The Tuesday before Third Wednesday, the longest day of any month.
Subjectively speaking, of course, nothing to do with equinoxes and
And it's yet again a dreary, gray, wet day. The worst late
winter weather in these islands since I've lived here.
I've thought often recently of Bob Dylan's "Not Dark Yet".
... and there's less and less to say.
Edith Sitwell's "still falls the rain" surely is the theme for
March 2006 in Honolulu.
"This is SO boring," the Sleeptalker said on Monday morning, while the
water poured nonstop from the sky. (There were moments of sunshine in the
afternoon, for the first time in a week, but storms raged again through
I was invited to see Fleming with the Honolulu Symphony on Sunday. Much
to my regret, I had to decline. As I told my French Reader, I would have
had to get a hotel room so I could give myself a good scrub and buy new
clothes, neither of which I could afford. She scolded me, said I
should have gone and asked "who
would have noticed?"
I would have.
The Sleeptalker and I were sitting in the mall when a new derelict walked
by, really in bad, dirty condition. The Sleeptalker hid his face with his
jacket in mock horror. I said that if I ever lost interest in on-line
life, I'd probably be just like that since I wouldn't have to maintain
appearances sufficiently enough to enter Hamilton Library. (If not enough
to enter Blaisdell Concert Hall.)