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Thursday, June 13, 2013

Today (now yesterday)


I created this post at intervals throughout the day.


I sit here shirtless as I write this post. It’s almost 96° outside and over 80° inside. This morning I got quite ill from the heat. More about that later in this post.




Today is the 12th day of June—a day that for three fourths of my life has been a high point of every year. It was on this date in 1971 that my oldest son, Nicholas Lawrence Temple III, was born in Würtzburg, Germany.

Marienburg fortress/castle, Wurtzberg, Germany with Main River in foreground


It was on this date in 1975 that my youngest son, Robert Lawrence Temple II, was born in Louisville, Kentucky.

Louisville night skyline from the Indiana shore of the Ohio River


I still celebrate this day, in a way, although not with the grandness that I once did, since now I am estranged—not by my desire—from both of my sons. Yesterday I created these graphic images that I posted on Facebook to celebrate Nick and Rob’s birthday:



I don’t expect a response.

Recently I have been reading books written by two giants of train-of-thought literature, HenryMiller and Jack Kerouac. I wonder if reading their words has in any way influenced my own writing—probably not since I am so attuned to punctuation that I have don’t think I could create a run on sentence even if I tried. I have discovered that there is quite a similarity between their styles perhaps because both Miller’s Tropic of Capricorn and Kerouac’s road novels are autobiographical nature, something I hope to address in a future blog post.


This morning things began extremely well. I awakened at my normal 3 AM and decided to get some chores done. Part of that was to drive all of the garbage down to the dempsty dumpster so that I could dispose of it before it got too hot. It really didn’t work out very well because it was already 2 o’clock when I started out. By the time I was at the dumpster and throwing the garbage bags into it the heat had me nauseated and gasping for breath. I ended up vomiting on myself on one of the new shirts that my mother sent me as a Father’s Day present since we both realize I shall receive no acknowledgment of Father’s Day from my sons.


One of the 4 shirts Mom sent me for Father's Day
At the moment any writing is difficult for me with this cat not only in my face but also trying to lick clean.  Little girl has been quite demanding recently—no matter where I am seems that she wants to be also. Maybe that has something to do with my discovering that her belly is quite hard and her nipples swollen so maybe the Kitty Kids population may explode soon!



I hope that you all had a good June 12 –i.e., yesterday.


5 comments:

  1. Congratulations on the birth of both your sons. I am sorry your contact woth them has been so disrupted. Maybe one day.... Little Girl is preggers??? The little tramp! she needs to go to the vet as soon as possible. I know you would like the little pitterpatter of kittenfeetz, but she really needs to be helped after this pragnancy. Hugz Elka

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  2. You had quite a day, SSN. How is today going?

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  3. I hope you and your sons reconcile soon. I'm very sorry to hear about your estrangement to them...

    It's funny that you mentioned Kerouac as I was just thinking of rereading On the Road or one of his other books. I read one of Charles Bukowski's novels last week and realized that I kind of missed reading Beat literature.


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  5. I miss you these days that I'm off Facebook Sir, I hope the Birthday of your sons went great. A father like you is a blessing for anyone. Much love and respect. <3

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