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.