12 Wednesday Jun 2019
Posted in Love and stuff, Sexual Identity, Sexuality
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I have been reading sex blogs as long as I have been reading blogs. I do not know if any sexual activity posted on a sex blog actually happened to that blogger or not. I’m just sceptical.
Tell me it’s so, if it is, bloggers,
12 Wednesday Jun 2019
Posted in sleep
It is early around 4:00 AM. I don’t have the shoulder pain or the arm tingling related to the pinched nerve. It is getting better. The low pain/no pain intervals of how I feel seem to be getting longer. I woke up about an hour ago, overheated more than in pain. I had been asleep since around 23:30.
There is all this stuff that needs to be done. Actually it doesn’t strictly need to be done. Nobody is going to die of typhus if I don’t clean the house. I won’t trigger a nuclear exchange between the U.S. and Russia if I don’t sort the mail. The status quo of stagnation will simply continue. That’s the way it is sometimes.
After contemplating my lethargy, sloth and ennui, for a sufficiently long period of time, I stopped staring at Ashland and its railroad tracks and went to fix J’s lunch, chicken salad, cherries and blueberries, a Sargento’s Balanced Break cheese snack, rice crackers, and a Clif© Bar, (peanut butter).
I am back to trainspotting and noting that I am markedly sleepier than I was about two hours ago. I woke up, sat around, wrote a blog post, waited to see some trains go by, did a necessary chore. I took that little bit of drama out, that drama being the feeling of angst that there is something wrong with me or my marriage or the cosmos itself that would disturb me enough to wake me up from a sound sleep.
I just woke up. Now I’m sleepy again. Night, y’all.😪.
11 Tuesday Jun 2019
Posted in cooking, Exercise/ Fitness
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Today, I made the vegan veggie burgers and had them for lunch.
I used the rest of the pinto beans in chili. I thought it was too tomato-y so I cooked some pasta real quick and served the chili over pasta, Cincinnati style. J liked it. I did too. My brother-in-law, an Ohio native can give me a refresher on the full Cincinnati Chili protocol, all the way up to “5 Way“.
I got a swim in. My weight is down over 2 lbs from Thursday. I swam 2050 meters in the same time as I did Thursday. J and I attribute the weight loss to running out of high fat, high carb foods in the house. Could be. It is almost a relief to go through the frozen food.
I watched some more D-Day related documentaries on YouTube. In many ways, it is the classic Anglo-American Epic Myth, in the positive sense of the term.
Now Popeye has my attention, timeless Popeye. He is, more than any other cartoon character, an urban character. The action takes place in cities. The Fleischer Studios were in New York, not Hollywood. One way or the other, he continues to delight me, as he has for almost 60 years.
Getting my erotic groove back. More later.
10 Monday Jun 2019
Posted in cooking, Uncategorized
I was thinking about making my own veggie burgers, vegan and gluten free too. So I took:
I fixed them , fried them in a non stick skillet. They might brown better using some oil.
Anyway, they were pretty good. I might switch up the legume, using black beans. If I used garbanzo beans, it would pretty much be a falafel.
But the idea of spending money for frozen veggie burgers is over. I can make my own.
Power To The People!
Post Script.
I use a pressure cooker, Fagor Lux Multicooker, to be exact. It greatly expedites the cooking of dried beans, (all types) and grains like quinoa. You don’t need one, but it sure helps.
09 Sunday Jun 2019
Posted in Erotic Writing
Occasionally the moments arise when formality and dogma and rightness fade. I see you naked and soft and vulnerable. That whatever power I may have, I offer to you. I am the paltry gift of yearning and tumescence, of service and surrender.
Maybe we can freeze this time. You and I can both forget what we’ve been told. Or what we have chosen. Life can begin again between you and me. And out of the tingling, the sweat, and the bother, we can kindle the fire anew.
09 Sunday Jun 2019
Posted in Catholic Life, Uncategorized
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It is Whitsunday, the Solemnity of the Holy Spirit. The chant Veni Creator Spititus is chanted on this Sunday, if you are fortunate enough to attend a parish that still does chant. I was not Catholic at the time of Vatican II. The Latin Mass was the rule. Now the novus ordo Mass rules the day. One can attend Mass and not hear a word of Latin.
There is an AA meeting in town where the ongoing topic is “How is God working in my life.” As a Christian and Catholic, it is easy to understand this topic to be about the working of The Holy Spirit, the Third Person of The Most Holy Trinity. It is depicted as the dove descending.
As I write, I am watching India vs Australia in the World Cup competition from London. The British Empire lives on, in spirit, at the very least. Both sides have extraordinarily talented cricketers. The tranquility we see on this sunny day is in contrast to the turmoil Britain faced seventy five years ago.
And so this game, as trivial as it is, is testimony to the human yearnings for freedom and of peace, desires that the vanquished of that time held in disdain.
The Holy Spirit at work?
09 Sunday Jun 2019
Posted in Uncategorized
This is a rather marvelous picture of the old days. I like sending the messages via pneumatic tube.
Times have changed. Alas.
09 Sunday Jun 2019
Posted in Civilization
Civilisation. Are we civilised? Or have we merely pressed our ever-advancing technology into the service of our own nascent barbarism?
We have cities, hence we can use the word civilisation. We have marvelous roads, water systems, sanitary sewers and sanitary landfills. I haven’t seen a rat in my own dwelling in 41 years. Quite a testimonial.
We keep the killing on the down low. Nobody has trouble finding war abhorrent, especially our warriors. But killing has become the solution to dealing with pain. And the rationalisations for abortion and euthanasia are quite elaborate and believable to the mind that is eager to accept them.
Nobody says, “Is this the day we help Grandma cross the Rainbow Bridge?” At least not yet.
07 Friday Jun 2019
Posted in Health Issues, Uncategorized
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fell off.
I had such big plans for today. I was going to swim so that I hit my target of five days out of seven. First I went to pay the homeowners’ association monthly assessment. Then I went to AA. At AA I realized I was tired, in pain and wanted to go home at sleep.
Cricket looked like a complete washout today. That happens.
There is a bunch of D-Day commemorative stuff in my “recommended” YouTube feed. Most of the shows I had already seen. I did learn that the German machine gun, so advanced for its time, had such a high rate of fire that the barrels would melt if not changed out.
J is home. She worked earlier today. She is watching Little House On The Prairie. We may go out for dinner (Mellow Mushroom pizza?) in a short.
That’s today, so far. I’m not complaining. The lack of conflict, controversy and rancor is more than welcome. I’m passing today in observing the American political goat screw. It doesn’t change much. Really.
At least I don’t have to change out the barrels on my machine gun.
05 Wednesday Jun 2019
Posted in Uncategorized
After cricket, I had some lunch, black beans, frijoles negros, and fresh fruit with Greek yoghurt.
Trains are on. A big freight, with double stacked containers just passed through Ashland.
J wants to eat $1 tacos at Rico’s tonight. Fine by me.
Am I the only person out there who has loneliness hit him like a punch in the gut and the feeling is completely debilitating? I just want to stay in the recliner.
I miss my children, adults though they are now.
I might sleep some more.
Dispatches From Dystopia 