Handling It

Ah... ahimsa. Be at peace. Do no harm. Be careful.
Yes, that approach may be advisable. Think it through.
There are no enemies; there are merely others unfamiliar.
I must read Mere Christianity again. Thoroughly. Soon.

Trouble with diet recently. Find myself aggressively eating.
There's the hunt at the grocery store. Then the preparation.
Would like to 'graze' more delicately. (Need teeth fixed.)
Fruits and nuts. Not much more. Proverbial rabbit food.

Now that it's cooling off, hope to get out walking too.
A bit of a bear; temperature has spiked over 100°again.
Must get back to church more regularly. Read Bible too.
Have not been praying much lately. Need much resolve.


Well, I did order the Lewis book. Chesterton too. Orthodoxy.
Presently reading Martin Gilbert's biography of Winston Churchill.
Now there's a case... his career totally defined by war. And resolve.
Please God I sort it all out and remain in His grace, confidently.

Crossing Over

Along the River During the Qingming Festival. A thousand years ago.
Ah... the detail. The level of activity. The engineering. The give and take.

Would like to pick up blogging again. Facebook does not suffice.
Too much the political tussle and it's not a responsive medium.

Fighting ISIS comes up again and again... love your enemies?
Good question... does that mean not hating them and simply dealing with?

The Chinese pose a threat as well. All of them have 'issues' with regard to WASPs.
Before my time;  like, I should worry? Not my problem. Sufficient the evil thereof.

Spare some change?

The moral dilemma of the ages...
if someone asks and you've got it,
do you give it over, no matter what?

I suppose so. There but for fortune and all that.

Odd piece. St. Francis outside local RC GHQ.
Mexican coins, for the most part. Mendicancy.
If one needed it, however, is it offered?

Risky Bidness

At the 16th Street and Bethany Starbucks. Waiting. Not tonight.
View of Piestewa Peak from lounge chairs here. Good place to talk.

Spoke to her last week. She's moved from one place across from me to another. Don't know whether I bugged her or not, mumbling something under my breath while scoping the websites. She got behind me and I just caught her profile. Slightly hooked nose, but looking Mediterranean for the most part. Thirtyish. Impossible. Got a better look. Interesting. I could surely hold my own. Given the chance and all.

As I collected myself to leave, I turned to her and said,
"You're the most beautiful woman I've seen today."
"You just made my day." she responded. But I vamoosed.
Not shyness... it's the futility. More likely her mother better met!

Returned yesterday. Again no further words and did not bother her.
But she was there and didn't approach me neither. Major hint.
Anyway, thinking to speak with her on those lounge chairs,
I'd merely ask: "Does anyone care about you?" Leading question.

Usual Routine

Just tried to explain to compadre of detailing a blog.
How it's essentially documentary, a good example being this.

Highly ironic that Julia Child did not approve. Great story.
I should like to cook up a storm! Smoke some ribs. Maybe tomorrow.

Meanwhile, back at the old girl's school, this is the cruel reality.
Saw a mourning dove on the patio today and was thoroughly charmed.

Go snakes!

It takes an incredible amount of patience to process these photos.
At the location noted above, it seems the Wi-Fi speed is not adequate.

These feelings of inadequacy... quite the haunt... a matter of funding!
Do you think I'd find an angel, a patron, a woman to partner with?
No such rotten luck! The circumstance goes on and on. Patience!!!
Have I already posted Patience and Fortitude? Think I have. Perhaps again.

Taking Note

Have a new coffee location. Perhaps to be regular. We'll see.
As previously stated, surrounded by birds... one especially.
At first she had me peeved but I got used to her prattling.
Running meetings on her laptop (loudly) all morning; big shot.

Her name's Sydney as in the feminine side. Has she got one? It?
I could just dive in here and now but... the public outrage!!!
Bide my time and perhaps we'll meet again. Cue Vera Lynn.
Were we to get going, we'd both stand to lose some weight.