Yesterday it rained a lot. Hey it is still raining. I love the rain. I got drenched yesterday, but I still love the rain. My notebook/journal thing has been destroyed. Well at least it got very wet, so I was forced to staples, a store that put me through a nightmare on Tuesday, to get another. So I ask for a staple gun on Tuesday. The gentlemen at the 55th and Madison store says that small stores stopped carrying them so I should go to 81st and Broadway to get it. I was a block away from a hardware store but I didn't think of it. Instead I went to 81st and Broadway to find out that they didn't carry staple guns at all. Okay I was officially angry at that point. I walked down to Amsterdam, saw a hardware shop, and as I was reaching for the door an old man locked it and said that they were closed. "But all I need is a staple gun that's it” yeah right, that didn't work. Okay then I was furious. Then I take the Amsterdam bus to 90th where I knew there was a hardware store that closed late. I found it there but my voyage exhausted me. So that is why I didn't want to go back to staples. I went back and found a semi-waterproof notebook. I am content. Later on in the day, after reading a poem that the lovely Lynne circulated, I can say that I danced in the rain yet again. This is becoming a healthy habit. I enjoy it very much. I even enjoy the "is that man crazy" looks I get all the time. I know I am alive. I know that water is apart of life. One of our elements. I remember the elements because of Captain planet. He's our hero, gonna bring pollution down to zero. The only element that really stumped me was heart. That isn't a real element, although it would be nice.

Then I headed to the Bronx Museum of Art, where Oscar hosted Michele Kotler featured and I received a mini-feature by default. That's right, lack of enough open mic-ers gave me the opportunity to read four poems. I even got to try New Shit. It was a grand evening.

The day had its ups and downs but I am glad it went the way it did.
Yesterday was a good day. Lets hope that today treats me the same.
And On a side note, Marisol's best friend who just visited the beautiful Dominican Republic was gracious enough to bring back a bottle of Mac Albert and a box of Monte Cristos. Not to mention the bottle of Brugal that she brought for Mari. This special shout out is for Gleny. You rock Gleny.