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My Day 30. VII. 2019

31 Wednesday Jul 2019

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Today is my sister’s birthday. I sent her a text. She was happy with that. I bought a schmaltzich Geburtstag Karte. She should like that when I mail it to her.

I went to BJ’s and bought lots of crap. Less than last month, but still it is all stuff I know I will use.

I have to make J iced tea. That is completed. I was low on white sugar so I used a little turbinado to augment the sweetening to her preferred level. I bought a $4.99 rotisserie chicken for dinner, that I served with squash onions and tomatoes. Yummy.

Now I am sitting in my chair, exhausted. I stayed busy when I wasn’t sleeping.

Today is the Feast Day of Blessed Solanus Casey, a modern saint of the Twentieth Century. He had the charism of healing and the gift of comforting the dying. He was a spiritual giant of his time, like St. Padre Pio. I learned this listening to the Mass on EWTN. It was one of those beautiful coincidences where I just happened upon this Mass.

Now I am watching a show about the Polish Republic in its early days around 1920.

Getting tired. Happy and satisfied.

Nite all.

Fog In Broad Daylight

29 Monday Jul 2019

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That’s how it feels. The sun could not be brighter, the sky clearer. And yet….

I sit here contemplating going to the Indian grocery for Lifebuoy Soap and rosewater. Then to the used book store to see if I can get a James Bond thriller Doctor No second hand. The Epstein Affair reminds me of Dr No, who had, if you will recall, a private island.

On the other hand, I like just sitting. And I feel like another nap is in the works.

And sometimes the sheer brokenness of the World overwhelms me.

I did have a nice little lunch with J today. I had a fun get together with C yesterday.

I can only fix a very small part of the World. That will have to suffice.

Short Rant Of Yearning

28 Sunday Jul 2019

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I read the blogs of women who love their men, want their men, crave their touch, lust for their bodies.

Your love for your men is hope for the World.

More than anything I want to be valued.

Olfactory Recall

28 Sunday Jul 2019

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Strong Erotic Content. Adult Language and Situation. NSFW 18+

I remember the smell of her cunt. After all the years. Of tobacco, it was. As if that magnificent snatch was the Cassandra for the cancer that would kill her.

She wanted to forget me at the end. Who could blame her? And I wish, on these hot and sweaty days like there were when we first fell into fucking and then in love, that I could forget her, too.

And on such days as this, when the sweat flowed freely, I first thrust fingers, then a hardened prick, into her opened anus, the only maidenhead remaining in our satyr’s world.

Morning Musings

28 Sunday Jul 2019

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The freight traffic is heavy this morning. I have been sitting for half an hour and three freight trains, two Northbound, one Southbound have passed by. One of those Northbound passes now, hauling nothing but empty coal cars.

I feel better emotionally than I have the past few days. C, #2 son, is coming for lunch at our new favorite Indian restaurant, Anohka. I told him to bring his swimsuit, so we can hang out later at the community pool.

I take advantage of this technologically sophisticated world at every opportunity. But could I walk away? I would like to see if I could live “unplugged” and without a motor vehicle in exactly the place I live right now. I could lose much. For example driving to Daily Mass at the Abbey seven miles away is important to my routine. I could walk to the Nine AM Mass at St Mary’s Church. It is on the way to the Y. Then I could swim after Mass

I could get a fancy adult size tricycle bike. The large basket would be perfect for grocery shopping. The grocery store is less than a mile away. The nice produce market is about four miles.

What’s the saying? “We don’t own our things. Our things own us.” Unfortunately true.

Popeye Therapy

27 Saturday Jul 2019

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I woke up in the middle of the night again. I’m used to that.

There is a funeral in eight hours for a guy from the fellowship who killed himself. I should go but I don’t want to go. I just want to stay home. I told my friend H I was ambivalent about going. He understands.

I chaired a meeting last night on the First Step, “we were powerless over alcohol, that our lives had become unmanageable.” Sobriety gives me the chance to do the next right thing.

Right now I’m watching a Popeye cartoon, For Better Or Worser. Popeye is dealing with the unmanageability in his life by getting a wife, who turns out to be Olive Oyl. As luck would have it, Bluto is also interested in Olive as a potential marital partner. Chaos follows. So the little drama plays out in the whimsical, wacky cartoon world with a musical score in perfect harmony with the relentless craziness. The moral “Don’t take yourself too seriously.”

I guess I feel ambivalent about seeing my former sister-in-law again, who, at one time, was friends with the dead guy.

Feelings of worthlessness are coming up because of my failed marriage with her sister. The last time I saw Sal was at my ex-wife’s funeral, four years ago.

I don’t want to revisit that pain again.

The voice of Popeye was Billy Costello, “Red Pepper Sam” in the early cartoons before Jack Mercer took over doing the voice.

Now comes King Of The Mardi Gras, Mercer’s first turn as Popeye. Bluto was voiced by Gus Wickie, the most famous of the Bluto voices. Olive Oyl was Mae Questel, the one and only voice of Olive. To put a face with a name Mae played Aunt Bethany, in National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation.

Now you know the rest of the story

Modernity. Or Dignity?

27 Saturday Jul 2019

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That’s all I can think now. I’m watching a John Betjeman documentary on English branch line railways. This is not a documentary movie, per se, but a cinematic poem about trains and a vanishing England. Businesses have to operate at a profit. The profitability had vanished long ago, but the world remained a while longer, filled with charm.

Living in the present time, I understand that the power hungry think the world is theirs to replace. These monsters will destroy what they don’t understand. They will literally hard wire peoples’ brains the better to control them.

The weak will forget their gods and select these plutocrats in their place. They will boast to their wretched techno serfs of their goodness and these once human shadows who have lost their souls will worship them. Tell the slaves that you offer endless pleasure in exchange for their own private thoughts. They will make the exchange. Who wouldn’t?

Who wouldn’t trade drudgery for a vacation?

Who wouldn’t exchange the uncertainty of love for guaranteed ecstasy?

Where will freedom live?

Does anyone know?

What will we lose to find this freedom? Or will it be a loss at all?

To Nap Or Not To Nap

26 Friday Jul 2019

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About 7:00PM I decided it would be a good idea to take a nap. And it was a great idea at the time. I slept for about ninety minutes.

Now it is 10:39 PM. I am wide awake, watching Family Lapkin pitch a tent on YouTube. Family Lapkin is a show about a young Russian family, husband, wife, young son. They depict their life, which isn’t too different from what young Americans or Brits or Aussies do in their lives. With the sound off you have no idea they are Russian. And we need to target thermonuclear weapons on a couple of twentysomethings pitching a tent?

But I digress. After today’s trip and closeness with J, she wanted to sleep, while watching TV in the process. Not. My. Thing. I did other stuff. Then got tired. Hence the nap.

When I woke up, I fixed her lunch for tomorrow. She may not need a lunch, but I will pack her one. She may work longer than the six hours she is scheduled for. If so, she has to take a lunch break.

I peeled and sliced a peach for her, made her some tuna salad. Should be enough.

The nap was a great idea, but 7:00 PM was too late to do any napping.

More Peach Chatter

25 Thursday Jul 2019

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This was a great trip. Not too long. It was a marvelous interlude. We drove West on I-64, got off, drove a few miles South, then ☝ up the mountain. We loved the view and the peaches.

We drove through Charlottesville, had lunch at their First Watch restaurant. We like the food at First Watch. I had a vegetable frittata and a salad. Charlottesville has a sprawling University within its sprawling and blurred city/county boundaries. There are plenty of cars and stores and earnest souls who want sustainability, probably for somebody else besides themselves.

We drove home on the most boring stretch of highway I have ever driven or ridden on. I just want the trip to be over every time.

And I’m tired again.

Peach Excursion

25 Thursday Jul 2019

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We did go buy peaches in the mountains. We found the nearest convenient mountain with a peach orchard, Carter’s Mountain Orchard.

It is on the East side of Charlottesville,very close to where famous slaveholding, political philosopher, architect, and Dead White Man Thomas Jefferson built his residence, the architectural gem, Monticello. I took a picture of Charlottesville and, if you know what to look for and where to look, you can see the dome of the Rotunda, another Jeffersonian desugn.

The peaches are great. We bought some corn, squash and cucumbers too. This orchard offers a “pick your own” option that we did not exercise. Had we three or four children to wear out, we would have picked our own, actually had them do the picking.

On the other hand, Charlottesville is a gigantic blob of sprawl spread across Rte 29 for about 20 miles. Yuck.

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