Happy New Year?

Well, if I didn't go and do it good last night.
After having had dinner at Laurel, I started to munch around 8 pm.
Eventually, I succumbed and went out for cheese and bread.
I must say it was very good, but I stuffed myself.

How am I ever to overcome this disposition. Wish I had a friend.
Or at least I think that having someone to be with would obviate.
The cravings. The escapism. I did get a good night's sleep afterwards.
Today, the last day of the year, I think to call someone. But who?

On the Job

I feel very fortunate to have my job. I get to see the mountains from the Piestewa Parkway and have a good meal every day. I pray every time I get behind the wheel and The Lord has kept me safe these two years past. Please God my health stays moderately good. Grateful too for the small income, but so much better than nothing.

Presently at O'Brien's... does anyone go to a bar to not drink with someone? No one here to commiserate with and the social need coming from the holiday spirit has played out. But a place to compute just a good and as economical as Starbucks.

Well, I do what I can socially. Asked the pastor to get together later this week. I might like to visit some of the homebound and carehome bound folks. Please God give me some further purpose in the coming year.

Could Be Better

A year end review?

Can't say that I've been taking very good care of myself. After being hospitalized in March in kidney failure, I really haven't made much progress toward quitting smoking or dropping the obese weight. I did quit for three weeks and lost twenty pounds directly afterwards, but my pathetic habits took me back to a careless lifestyle. I've not once gone to a website to help me see what I should and shouldn't do with regard to the kidneys. I just do take my blood pressure medication religiously. The least I can do.

Presently in a blue mood post-Christmas. Not all it's cracked up to be. I enjoyed singing in the Christmas Cantata. I'd like to sing more. I wish the church people would be more forthcoming; there's hardly ever any other occasion other than the official sit-downs for socialization. I'd ask to join the Praise Band, but would that fly?

My finances are at a bare minimum. The truck is good. The place is a mess. Ah, I'd rather go out (as I am now) than be there. I've made a friend in Jan Hunt. She's pushing 85! I like her and hope it'll make a difference with the lonliness.

Were I to make resolutions, yes, no smoking and diet. And commitment to The Lord.

Your love, Lord, reaches to the heavens,
    your faithfulness to the skies.
Your righteousness is like the highest mountains,
    your justice like the great deep.

    You, Lord, preserve both people and animals.

    Psalm 36: 5-6

Yummy

Winding down after Christmas week. A B&B, thank you very much.
Hope to get a good night's sleep afterwards. Go for hike tomorrow.
Am full of turkey! Christmas day (thanks to Marge) and leftovers since.
At O'Brien's; the night is young but I'm not going nowhere. Salute.

Drat if I don't go home and cannot sleep. Was falling asleep at work.
So what is there to do but to go to Denny's to get online.
A post in mind... to Facebook... the well scene from Lawrence.
"My name is for my friends." says Lawrence to Sherif Ali. Yes!

Let It Shine

All alone Christmas morning. First thing this. Don't feel bad. Just alone.

Glad to have the Facebook interaction. Went over 100 friends the other day!

And just hanging at the Starbucks waiting to meet the love of my life.
Yes... I figure I'll wait forever... but one never knows... live in hope.

Closure

I mean to pick up the blogging in the new year.
Christmastime presently and the old brings memories.
How I do miss Bonanno and wonder where and how she is.
No telling what would happen were we to reconnect.

NEVER give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.

                              W.B. Yeats

Have got to pick up the place, at least.

Deep in My Heart

So glad to have resolved an issue.
So we will be partners in crime.
How to bring the gospel here?
While being the last of the big spenders!

Good thing Tom here. Very well it is.
Yesterday comes Sinatra and My Way.
I toasted Hue and La Rive Parfume. Loudly.
Guys next to me called me an asshole.

Cessation

 

Change the subject.
She's got a boyfriend to whom she is getting married.

Nevertheless, she's a good person and will be fun to know.
Bartending at a local pub, she takes good care of me.

Meanwhile, back to just hanging around waiting to meet someone.
And smoke, smoke those cigarettes. I'd like so much to quit.

In All Irishry

I'm almost in love. Very odd. She's preggers. I love her; almost. We'll see. I don't know.

It's many months since we first met. That would have been at the time of the last NBA playoffs. The Heat and San Antonio in the final. We had a brief conversation after I'd appreciated her visage. I told her it put me in mind of the frescos of Pompeii after asking if she was Italian. (I pegged her as a Mediterranean.) She indicated she knew what I was talking about, but told me she's Chaldean. I knew where that was and we got on pretty good. We talked about Iraq... the Assyrians, the Kurds, the Shia and Sunni. How tribal. So much trouble but we got it done. The Parliament is thriving.

Stop the presses! She's preggers.
Oh, I already said that.
How the hell am I going to handle this?
I figure you've got to let them do what they need to.

Ho-hum

No pictures today. Can't think of a thing to shoot.
I'd like to do portraits of the people I see...
can't do that without the rigmarole of asking.
Just sitting in a Starbucks waiting on company.

I'd like to say to Brittany here that I like her.
I'd like to say, "Were I younger I'd ask you out."
It's all too awkward - nothing new here, eh?
Going to be a quiet Saturday... think I'll read.

I recently sent for all of Ernest Hemingway.
Except Old Man and the Sea, which I've read.
Started The Sun Also Rises, but can't "get into it".
Will have a look at A Movable Feast today.

Avis luckus

Went to Phoenix College to take some shots. Caught a bird in flight.
Contemplate taking a digital photography class. Expensive proposition.

Cravings

After Bible (Hebrews 11) study, went over to Tiffany's for coffee. Quiet.
In between a stop at the Indian School Park for some shots. Good ones.
She's not here and I wonder: if one "likes" her page whether she sees yours?
At any rate, processed the photos and looked forward to Facebook interaction.

Lancaster!

 



IT WAS COMPLIMENTED

AND I'M PLEASED, YES.

 

BUT NO, NO ONE TO SHARE

IT WITH AT THE MOMENT.

SOMEWHERE BETWEEN, I'M

BEING VERY PATIENT, YOU SEE.

Up Against the Wall

Swiped from Venice. The Biennale. The Encyclopedic Palace. Nice.
I'd like to finish my kitchen; could have done a better job on the tiles!

Camped out at the Bethany Starbuck's, there's a woman sitting in front of me wearing a tank top. A brassiere underneath, I wonder whether I should approach her and tell her that her bra straps are showing. Looks awfully gauche. No, don't think I'll do that.

Brittany, who was here early yesterday, is not this morning. Got here at dawn. D-Day. Had this "go for broke" attitude, that I'd slip her a note asking her to dinner... with a proviso. I'd get my weight down to 250 pounds, then we'd dine - I've got a bottle of Chianti waiting on such an event. Go get Italian. Someplace where they'll uncork the bottle - for a fee, of course.

Have to set an agenda for the day. Think I'll do a full workout.(Ugh!) Then visit the other coffee houses. I'd like to take some pictures. Maybe the rose garden in Encanto Park. For now, it's a "hang out" waiting on the traffic to pass and maybe Brittany will show up. I'm also waiting on responses from Facebook. Made posts relative to D-Day; that they will "relate" or not is problematic. So far not a peep.

Problematic too as to how many coffees I will (or should) have. Should limit it to two.

Turns out I've had two at Starbuck's. Will have one at Citizen Bar. Pulling out now.

Went to Encanto Park rose garden and took some shots to post on Facebook. They turned out well. Processed them at Citizen's. Also checked out photography classes at Phoenix College - the key one is too late in the day; it conflicts with job schedule. Maybe in the Fall. Meanwhile, I can do my best to master the camera I've got per instructions.

Also, relative to Dr. Swaminathan, checked out Nathan the Prophet. 2 Samuel 7:3;

Go, do all that is in thy heart; for the LORD is with thee.

His instruction to David. I'm going to take it to heart an proceed accordingly. Keep on praying and watch my step. Keep on moving and hope for the best. Keep on keeping the law as best I can too. That's so funny... I should tell Warren I've been good for thirty years. It's about time he related to me as a peer, if not as his, ahem, superior. Goodness gracious, I should think I'm entitled to pull rank. If I choose to.

Well, wrapping things up at the Citizen Bar. Headed for a workout, then work. NBA finals start this evening, and the DBacks are playing the Cardinals. We go to game Saturday. Giants are in town. (I pray it will not be a fiasco.) We should be OK.

Fearless

One of the feral cats inhabiting the back alley and yards.
Was probably born on my patio. Looks right at home.

Am off soon from coffee for workout, then shrink. Ho-hum.
Shall I tell her all that's been happening the past four months?
I don't think so. Am I crazy? Not really. Things drive me nuts.
I'll just tell her I've been winging it; taking those things day by day.

This cat wouldn't be here if Eula were still on alert. Miss her.
No time for another dog - and none for stuck up women neither.

New Day

All the women I've been thinking of have passed away this morning. OK already.
I'm just all alone; no problem. Am listening to this. She's out there somewhere.

Presently at Citizen's Espresso (not Coffee!!!) Bar. Blonde across the way.
Have to get prepared to get to work. Get focused. Get relaxed. Get going.

Taught a Bible study session this morning on Hebrews 10.
Be confident in the Faith, encourage others, do good for all.

Get done with work, get down to the pub for NBA semi-final.
I'm picking the Pacers over the Heat. We'll see. With Tommy. 

One Last Puff?

It's good to have a woman. One doesn't need to wander, nor do you want to get involved with anyone else. God knows I was faithful to Bonanno. How do I tell Brittany that, as far as "relationships" are concerned, I'm still twenty-five in my mind. That's about where I left off with that fiasco. There's just no protocol for a casual conversation. Too bad.

But it's all too much... for her, I'm sure, and for me. Think I'll let it go. Quit smoking.

Make the Flora

Are these petunias? (Have to ask Dave tomorrow.) Pretty sure they are.

After a workout, moved the show to Citizen's Coffee. Nice place.
They just have a problem with the coffee grinder... much too loud.
Otherwise, good to be here and looking forward to church tomorrow.

Went shopping for a bolo tie on 7th Avenue. No luck. No deals.
Think I'll go to the Glendale stores and hope for the best.
Would like to have one for church to accompany new shirt.

Not that big a deal. Just a thought. Don't want to overdress.

Bright and Early

She's here.
Brittany is here.

I'm going to have to take a special picture for the blog entry. I'd like it to be the one of the photo of Starbuck's #1 in Seattle. But maybe something on the patio. We'll see.

A smoking prohibition begins today per corporate. No longer can one smoke on the patio. Have to step into the parking lot for a break in the action. It's going to get intense. (There was just a great tune with a clarinet and a lady singer going octaves above soprano. Just now a saxophone instrumental of Hey Joe.) I'm going to have to play this very cool and smart. She's very busy and who know's her circumstance; she wears no ring. Surmise she doesn't smoke.

The first thing is to correct the beaux comment to belle. That should be perfect.

Oh my... she smokes. Not only am I too old for her, but I have to quit. Drat! Blast!!!

Old Olive and Me

Sorry to say Brittany's a no show again.
Funny how I've just about forgotten her face.

Just called Ray to get out to coffee.
Woke him up... uh-oh. He'll be alright.

Do Your Thing

I continue with the short sleep schedule.
Woke up after four hours. Felt rested.
Have to find things to do until dawn.
Think I'll take out the trash and read.

Have an appointment for coffee with Ray.
But first I'll spend some time waiting on Brittany.
We'll see if her attention-getting has any validity.
My toes, manicured, are ready for anything.

What's 'er name?

I waited. She didn't show. Maybe tomorrow.

Learned

 

Looked into a book on ethics a while ago pertaining to Jewish ethics generally and the Decalogue specifically. (I don't remember the text.) The author observed that the first five commandments related to man's duties toward God; the latter his obligations to his fellows.

Now the thing is, if Hebrew is written from left to right, are the preceding five pictured above on the right side facing? I have to surmise so.

Funny to recall how to describe damage and such to objects --  LSF = left side facing.

Anyway, I have refreshed myself of said Decalogue such that for me and my house, we will serve The Lord and truly keep His commandments. Presently at coffee, looking for the young lady who caught my attention last week, I am firm in this regard.

I'd made a mistake. I confused beaux with belle; have to let her know somehow. Is an object beaux and a person belle? I don't know and no one to ask conveniently. (Good thing there are a lot of Bible scholars in the vicinity.) The parchment above is most beautiful. 

And I thank Christ Jesus our Lord, who hath enabled me, for that he counted me faithful, putting me into the ministry; Who was before a blasphemer, and a persecutor, and injurious: but I obtained mercy, because I did it ignorantly in unbelief. 

And the grace of our Lord was exceeding abundant with faith and love which is in Christ Jesus. 

This is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners; of whom I am chief.  Howbeit for this cause I obtained mercy, that in me first Jesus Christ might shew forth all longsuffering, for a pattern to them which should hereafter believe on him to life everlasting. 

Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honour and glory for ever and ever. Amen.

                                                                                                1 Timothy 1:12-17

Of Saints

She's not here.

When you're looking for someone to "be there" and she's not and you miss her... what is that? Perhaps she'll be in later. When you can't ask someone else whether that's the case or not... what is that? When you are moved to write about it... what is that?

Love?

Paranoia?
Fantasy?

Well, should she arrive:"How are you this morning?"
Je suis très mauvais. Je suis sorti de mon alimentation.
"Huh?"
I should definitely take it easy with her.

So I wait patiently to see her come.
Should she arrive, I'll be happy.
Meanwhile, the place is full of queers.
The manager must be an adherent.

Metaphysics

I'd noticed that Justine the bartender has classic features... e.g., a Roman nose.
Told her this and inquired as to whether she was Greek or Italian.
Well, she said she was Chaldean. It took a moment to register. "Mesopotamia!"
She was impressed. We got along famously. She's got several rings on her fingers.

Sustained

For by one offering He has perfected for all time those who are sanctified.

Hebrews 10:14 and thanks be to God from Whom all blessings flow.
Yes, I feel reinforced and sustained by this scripture. Hallelujah.
So much to do; so much to live up to; so much to reinforce myself.

His Grace Composes

Last evening was a special time after a long day. I'm working until midnight covering for a colleague who's taken the holiday off. Memorial Day. Did my best earlier to make it a noteworthy occasion. The Facebook routine allows for some, how shall I say, multi-media expression.

Through text, photos and music I related some of my life... losing Kenny in 1968 to the wonderful summer of open heart surgery in 1974.

Concurrent to Richard Nixon's impeachment, I was working at Good Samaritan Hospital in Portland, Oregon. At the time, I concurred with Peter Rodino and the committee. But one of the heart surgeons had a different take; "The king must die."

I figure Nixon's in paradise now, after saving then sparing the Republic. It's problematic as to whether or not the Kennedy boys are. Suffice it to say my attitude has changed.

Nixon was a poker player. From what I gather, he cleaned up in Bora Bora while in the Navy. Set himself up nicely after the war. Of course, John Kennedy was asleep at the wheel when the Jap destroyer T-boned the PT boat. Well, that's how I see it today. Should I "stand correction," I'd be the first to make amends. In the meantime, the Big Lie persists courtesy of the ditzes in the MSM.

Anyway, getting over all that, after having been a Kennedy adherent, I do my shift.

Was lucky today! I found a Moncrief translation of Volume I of Remembrance of Things Past along with a collection of John Milton at a bookstore on the east side. Had an interesting "conversation" with the owner. Both will be re-reads after thirty years.

"I once had an English teacher who said that Satan was the hero of Paradise Lost. Later, I met a Navy chaplain to whom I said, 'I thought Satan was vanquished by Christ on Calvary.' He shook his head indicating the negative." The owner was unresponsive. Most people in Phoenix are.

Even so, so glad I picked up these books. I've got a bunch to read over the summer. Not to mention all the Bible study coming up. I hope my mind holds up. I really do.

Avoid Contention

Much looking forward to Bible study tomorrow.
Hope everyone's OK and ready to participate.
One fellow looked quite angry with me last week.
I trust he'll have gotten over it; we should talk.

Sleep tight?

I don't believe it! Layed down for a good night's rest and woke up three hours later.
Had put everything out of my mind. Had some wings. Totally relaxed. Carrumba!
Took this earlier today on Camelback. The Luke dealership. The balloon is up.
Went to the Denny's on Bethany. To Wal-Mart next. Need socks and ear buds.

Land ho!

 

The blasters are going off all around. Not much else going on.
Her name is Brittany and I've got to remember fast. Took a while.
Bretagne est très belle! Est-elle ma femme? Comment procéder?
Have to approach the bar and let her know I've got the goods.
On them. Them's gonna git it good. Right up the proverbial wazoo.

Best of Bad Situation

 

Had a big plate of spaghetti for dinner at five and was asleep on it by six-thirty. When I layed down, I thought I'd sleep for some duration but woke up at nine-thirty. Wide awake; what to do? There were several options but I felt I had to get moving, get out, and eventually get online.

Decided to go to the neighborhood "Irish" pub to finish digesting and watch the sports highlights. (I had originally intended to go see the Heat/Pacers game after work.) They've got half-pitchers of pop for two bucks. Three gets you two with the refill. (Such a deal.) I got the bartender to switch the TV to Sports Center and "hung out" a while waiting on events and hoping for some human interaction. Not much going on and not much in the way of society.

I then decided to write up this blog entry. I took the picture above and thought of the obligation not to drink, which is easy for me. As I was writing the bartender approached. "You took a picture of the bar?" I nodded my head... I thought I was in trouble, as if I couldn't without permission or something. "Just one of the drafts." I replied. "I keep a blog; you know, what are you up to?" She said something I've forgotten, but was amiable otherwise - I was not in trouble. She's waited on me several times before and I told her I didn't drink because not only was I an ancillary medical person but also a Baptist. I laughed as I said, "I'm not an alcoholic." as if in denial or something. She was most gracious and took it in stride. I told her I liked to watch sports with a crowd and was just stopping into a neighborhood place toward that purpose. She said that, yeah, playoff time is a busy one; she takes it in stride.

On the way out I thanked her and asked her name. Justine. Well, now.

Thinking presently about the church covenant; I should get a copy. It was mounted on the wall of the sanctuary but has disappeared. No booze! Like I said, that's easy. But mixing with winebibbers another thing entirely! Tactical witnessing is called for. Another employee, a sort of major domo who serves as a bar back cum bouncer, is an old friend from Red Hook, Brooklyn and a Marine. He was very ill last year and I placed him on the prayer list at church without his knowing it. Bowel cancer. He had surgery. Last week he told me he got an excellent report from the VA and is cancer free. Tonight I told him we were praying for him. He was moved.

 

My, my... we shall see him tomorrow for the Rangers in Boston. Can't wait.  

Busy Work

Whiling away again, waiting on the clock to move on, do a workout; go to work.
Well, working a bit here. Blogger changed the formatting since I last used it.
I just discovered how to enlarge the photos on the page. The question...
shall I go back and adjust all the recently posted pictures? Think I will.

Mystified

So funny. Went to Heard Museum to take some shots in the courtyard.
Some good ones posted to Facebook. (Beryl will like them, I'll bet.)
This one here I figured had some mystical significance, like a Kokopelli.
I'd no idea what it was... looks like a hippopotamus to me, of a sort.

At coffee, a Navaho woman sat across. I approached and asked her what it was.
"It's just a bear." I was terribly amused. Making something of nothing, as Iris put it.
In passing, I asked her again whether it had any meaning beyond the mundane.
"In Navajo culture the bear is a protector." That made my day, thanks be to God.

Fields of Glory

It was a surprise to see that a coffee place I once went to had changed hands.
Was asked to leave the previous proprietorship after calling a barista a whore.
She flirted with a customer, the customer in front of me, as I waited on service.
When I sat down and she commenced to flirt with others alongside, I said that.

So I'm glad that there are different owners so I can go back comfortably.
Centrally located, a see and be seen sort of a place, I'll mingle a bit.
Should be interesting as to whether I run into any old acquaintances.
And a formidable witnessing venue it will be, I'm sure. "Vaya con Dios."

Do Over!

Am back falling asleep soon after finishing work.
Was up just past midnight and over to Denny's.
Decided upon getting some night shots; headed for Trinity.
Cathedral, that is. Nice ride down Central, Undistracted.

Have got to read Romeo and Juliet again. Directly.
Promised someone I'd get the Friar Lawrence role down.
Suppose I can download it presently - like right away.
Problematic getting involved. She deserves a break.

First Shot

I'd put my camera in the glove box of my truck yesterday.
(Stowed it there, not on the bench, with a security interest in mind.)
Don't you know that, when the box cinched closed, it got crushed.
This morning, going to use it, discovered the LCD screen had cracked.

So I decided to splurge and get a decent automatic camera.
It's a Nikon 20 mp unit. Yet to explore the features and ability.
I prayed over it... hesitant to spend the money, but I need it.
Above is the first picture I've made with it. No problems.

 

Blooming

A very busy Saturday just wrapped up.
There was a meeting of men at church for breakfast.
I got my truck serviced and had lunch with a friend.
And a wedding in the afternoon of a couple at Love Baptist.

Then I ate and took a nap. I had thought I'd go to the pub to see the Knicks but decided not to. I was tired. I was not all that interested. The Knicks are not favored and indeed they lost. All there would have been was to while away the time with a few friends. The nap was a better use of the time on the one had, but on the other, my sleep schedule is out of whack again. I shall have to read or watch some movies until church at 8 in the morning; just past midnight now. God knows I should do some housekeeping!

Got to visit with the pastor at the meeting and the wedding reception. Somehow I've got to get word to him that a long time ago God told me to  minister to ministers - I've got some astounding experiences of having done that. I will keep on doing it, by the grace of God and the love of Christ Jesus. Oh, I did manage to tell him the yarmulke story at the men's meeting. Where the Spirit of The Lord is, there is liberty.

Relaxation

The pastor preached on honoring one's mother and father.
Coincidental to being with Papa in spirit watching hockey.
The Rangers lost and I remembered my mother saying,
"Live in hope; die in despair." Somewhat obtuse. Annoying.

Presently at Denny's going through the online routine.
My mother was a great cook and an excellent homemaker.
I miss her too. It was tough listening to the pastor.
No children of my own, so parenting not an issue with me.

But dealing with "young people" can be annoying too.
Mostly under these service circumstances.
Most are very cooperative and hard working.
Some think themselves superior to the customer!

Old story: some want to compete rather than make friends.
Fortunately, this local Denny's has some friendly folks.
I'm comfortable here and they're very kind. Sweet.
I've no Internet service at home, and am dependent.

Zounds!

At one coffee place, the waiter told me about Bev Doolittle.
That's her piece above. Sioux and Comanche toward Custer.
Well, that's what we figure and all. Make the paint, we gather.
At any rate, pretty good "action figures" for the boys, you see.

So I move to another place for the breakfast rush.
They're getting swamped and holding they're own OK.
When, all of a sudden, from out of nowhere... sitting alongside the service area, in front of the counter, up against the window as an R.C. guy (collared) approached across the room. He was laying hands on a girl he was with as they placed their order. Then another girl cozied up. As they waited for their "beverages" they chortled and flirted with each other. It was pathetic, you see.

As they got the outrageously marked up drinks and wandered away, I said to myself, "He's pimpin' the ladies." Then, turning... "No - womans."

 

Had my camera but no shot; 4th Amendment, you see.

Swish

                                                                                                                                   (c) Barton Silverman/NY Times


Meanwhile, back at the Knicks/Pacers...
Mello takes them on; we just can't keep up!

Into the Chill

Went to a local pub to watch Rangers/Bruins in playoff game.
Rangers lost and I was getting very bored. Nature of circumstance.
A couple of longtime acquaintances there; nothing new.
Had they won I wouldn't have considered it a waste of time.

To Win

HA!

What would Lord Acton say?

WHAT A PUTZ.

                                                           

                                                        (c) Doug Mills/The New York Times

His Grace Not Interested

How do I tell the pastor of my dilemma?
Had to refrain from killing a few people.

Wait on The Lord

So it looks like someone's the one. She's in a relationship though. A pickle.
She utterly beautiful. Devastating so. I see her healing me pronto. Easy.
Do I bide my time? Do I intercede? Shall I make a move? All of it?
I've got a plan; her friend can supply me with some information. Easy.

Any Day Now

Places in the past; captive of them.
People in the past; captive to them.
Incidents in the past; captive through them.

Release me, oh Lord, from these banes.

Killing Time Squared

Presently at coffee place waiting on Facebook activity.

It's very loud in here. So loud I can hear the crowd and the music through my earphones. There's a fellow wearing a pistol sitting at the table next to me who's very loud indeed. So like I'm going to ask him to keep it down? Ha!

Also waiting to see if anyone I know stops in.

So very lonely, sorry to say. Good thing work soon. 

Killing Time

Waiting on a Bible study.
Hebrews 8; read it already.
Have already forgotten it!

Lord, have mercy on my mind.

Sleep On It

Dealt with Satan at a Starbuck's yesterday; much distraction.
Not much else to do... whiling away... Facebook connections.
Well, an evil woman, to say the least - simply distracting.
Thinking of someone much different. Beautiful. Saved.

Deadly Serious

Didn't ask permission from Howard for this shot.
There's a photo of Starbuck's #1 in Seattle here.
Would like to take a picture of the picture...
have to go through hoops, for Christ's sake.

Vain? Perhaps need some assertiveness training.

Tight Shot

Do not fail, I said to myself, to give God the glory.
Never been on a motorcycle in my life!

Neat swoosh above; belongs to Navaho friendly.
We kibitzed at Starbucks for some time. Way cool.

Arizonan Standoff

I set up a battle between these two faux critters. For the shot.
(Surely the tortoise would be withdrawn in the confrontation.)

Wise as serpents, harmless as doves... so we believe.
Yet how withdrawn we Christians are. Unfortunately.

As A Whistle

My Nurse Practitioner wasn't too happy with my blood pressure today.
Here's the sink at her office. The lock was broken. I had to take a dump.
So funny... I told her and she had an assistant look at it... "Not broken."
Well, the lock didn't latch and the door was out of plumb. Dysfunctional!