Drenched

I've decided to post et ceteras here. There's no one otherwise, but there may be - depending on how I play my cards. As mentioned, am at Uptown Plaza. Read a story of beer baths, given at a spa... what else is new. I would have liked to have given that to SS for Christmas, along with a steak at The Stockyard, but they ruined it. Ruined it! Poltergeists... get bent.

Calma. Calma. Wasn't going anywhere anyway. That was some meeting. Yowza!

A cloudburst. An end to the torrid weather. A real downpour. I thought I was going to Dapper Dan's, or whatever it's called, and missed that it's been changed over to The Horse and Hide. I ran in, and ran into SS. She gave me a towel. What a hoot. She looked bemused, and the towel was handed off as per wiping the bar.

Funny joke, "Bar rag... 5 cents." But then my imagination got the better of me. Schmuck!

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Whose Moon

There's the blue moon, the blood moon, the harvest moon. Who's moon is this? Just me looking at it! I suppose other people might take notice, but they're mostly taking.

The crossroads of late uptown Phoenix. Saturday morning. Time for a talking to as well. But no one. Waiting for a lady. Good luck. We could talk about the moon.

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Blessed

Almighty Jehovah in judgement. Names written in the Book of Life.

Hopefully, some time off but soon no doubt. Am I assured? Affirmative.

Blessed be the Lord God, the God of Israel, 

Who alone works wonders.

And blessed be His glorious name forever; 

And may the whole earth be filled with His glory. Amen, and Amen. 

Psalm 72:18-19

Not Stalking

Sitting in Panera, whiling away. Looking at old pictures, this one worth an artsy treatment. A few people here from past, but still present, experiences at church. I prayed deeply last Sunday. Went to Mass. Sought forgiveness and peace. The homily concerned itself with sloth. Yes, that's it... my most insidious sin. Can't remember exactly, but the priest described it as essentially spiritual despair. Yes, that's it. Despair at the condition of my life to the point of oblivion; carelessness. Seemingly beyond doing anything about it.

These people will not engage me. They will not walk over with any solicitation as to how I am. "I'm dying." If ever I offended you I'm sorry. They know I'm schizophrenic, yet still they stand off. Despair.

It's a long time since making any post here. Nowhere else to go.

Talk about old stuff, made a friend request of my ex-wife on Facebook. She's had no activity for years but presume, if the account is still active, she'll get a notification. No response. Despair is the norm. How I grieved in that experience. No progress, I admit.

Process

 

How I'd love to get up to Cottonwood. Or something. Have been thinking about going to Globe and on to Salt River Canyon but gas prices onerous. They're starting to come down. 

Funny experience finagling a discount at Circle K. They issue a card. 10 cent discount. Data base glomming. Complicated. Later for that too. 

Harmonic Ditz

Reached out to high school chums. Have I burnt the bridges too much?
Wafting in the digital clouds, I shared these with them. No response. Odd.

Be Nice

Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear. Ephesians 4:29

What a pretty picture. Arcosanti. Agua Fria. An arroyo.