Clearing Up

Plenty snow up north. Maybe take a ride early next week. Not far. Snow line.

Woke up; couldn't sleep. Church soon. Very holy congregation. Need to read up on Plymouth Brethren. Read Broadbent's "The Pilgrim Church". As a matter of... will do that right now.

Things Looking Up?

Christmas. Staring at the ceiling. Happy?

Not exactly. Was thinking of that philosophical work "Being and Nothingness". Who'd write such a thing? Satre. Who'd read it? But it more or less describes my existence.

A pity, surely. Nothing to be done. 

Happy Christmas

Christmas Eve; reminiscing. Married in 1973, our first Christmas. Going to the Benson Hotel in Portland for dinner. I wanted so much to make her happy but she was impossible and did not love me. Turned out to be our only Christmas.

I remember going out into the country around Mt. Hood and cutting down a tree. I think I had just gotten hired at Good Samaritan Hospital to work as surgical orderly and I sure was happy... but she was impossible! She ruined everything.

Tough having this as a Christmas memory but thete it is. My only Christmas. She ruined everything!

Dream On

Took a good hike and a nice shot in Dreamy Draw. Would like to extensively go through the mountain park. Build up to a good long walk.

Weighed myself. All I can say is I'm glad I'm under 300 pounds.

After the hike, went on the treadmill at the club. But fell off the wagon almost immediately. Very depressed last week and spent it in bed between meals. Awful. Same old; feeling lonely.

Church tomorrow. Have to look up and forward.

Naturally Happy

An antidote to toxic politics. So stated on Twitter too. Listening to Limbaugh in great peace. It's Bizarro World. Superman. Everything the opposite of what's real. This rose very real. For you... whomever you are. Lovely.

Reflections. This too beautiful. I made it. I wish my mother could see it. No, don't need the hateful toxicity spewed by Democrats. Mom was a Republican. 😆

A grackle. So proud of myself identifying! Lucky shot. Lucky fellow. Happy to be me. Surely.

Audubon Calling

This morning. Best identification: a warbler. At a Denny's. Monday night. Not much happening. CNN going on above; can't stand a glance. How I hate the way Donald Trump is being treated. I let the world know... tweets, Facebook postings. Not much camaraderie but its there. Even when its over they will persist. God help us.

An odd day. Felt like making spaghetti with sweet Italian sausage. Got the meat on sale the other day. Five sausages; cooked them all, two for now and the others for sausage and peppers later. I dropped the plate. Lost two to the patio deck.

After the noontime meal, slept all afternoon. To tub. Nice and limber, here I am.

Iced

Well, back to waiting for the love of my life to walk into a coffee house. To this tune. Friday night presently in such a place, not much going on. Going home soon

Made some chicken salad the other day. It is delicious. Have videos to stream. No point in going out. 10 o'clock now. No music convenient. Thought to have a gin earlier. Pink gin.

Slept all day today. LOL. Had a sandwich after being up several hours this morning and back to bed. A good sleep. Then a tub. Then here. Such a life.

Not Too Subtle

Took this the night I thought I was going to make a friend of the Twitter contact. She asked me what I thought about getting married. GETTING MARRIED! Without being specific, I demurred. Explained my circumstances and stated my age. Very strange. Awkward enough, the chat occurred on Hangout (new to me) with long pauses between disjunct statements. I sensed it was going nowhere.

She subsequently asked me for money. I demurred. I kept the repartee, such as it was, going after a time out. Very strange. Then, having gotten a 10" tablet I didn't like and buying a 10" Kindle Fire instead, had a spare. She told me she had a 10 year old son. I thought to gift him the spare. She was impossible. I demurred.

Sent me another picture. Beautiful woman. Told her she looked fierce. The negotiations about the pad went nowhere. Wanted to have me ship it to Ghana to rendezvous with boy. Price prohibitive. Resistant about just giving me her address. Very strange.

Then, I perceive, she lied. Said she was going to South Africa. Now that did not compute either. She's asking me for money and she and her son are going to Africa. She also told me she drives a Cadillac and works but part-time. Not making any sense at all, I cut it off. Back to being me, looking for love.

An Italian woman. I'm going home and will make shrimp scampi. Rotten luck. Reminded of the scurrilous Bonanno but still love the food. To hell with them. This is all I find for now.