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Bird On The Wire.

15 Thursday Jun 2017

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I remember that as the title of a song by Leonard Cohen, I think, recorded by Judy Collins. However, today I saw this creature perched on the wires in front of my stepmother’s house. I could not resist the chance to take the picture,

Hopefully it will enlarge for you. I think it’s an Eastern towhee.

Japanese Garden

21 Sunday May 2017

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This little gem was in my cloud. Thought I would share it. It was taken last Spring at Lewis Ginter Botanical Garden here in Richmond.

Found In My Cloud

18 Thursday May 2017

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Messed Up In The Head

13 Saturday May 2017

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Nothing messes my head up like an afternoon of TV. The commercials for everything from SUV’s to jewelry to beer get me wondering how I can be so happy when I have no desire to purchase any of this schlock.

Weird 

Anzac Day

25 Tuesday Apr 2017

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https://youtube/G7ZbAdP7v5Q

Hopefully this link will take you to Last Post. It is my tribute to the brave men of the Australian And New Zealand Army Corps (ANZAC), who fought in the ill-fated campaign on the Gallipoli Peninsula in The Great War (World War I).  

Wednesday.

20 Thursday Apr 2017

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The dryer vent cleaning guy came today. He pulled some of the accumulated lint out of the exhaust port. Kind of cool. The exhaust port is on the roof.

And I went swimming. 

I don’t think I’m much of a sunbeam for Jesus today.

“Tomorrow is another day,”- Scarlett O’Hara.

Naked Victory

04 Tuesday Apr 2017

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I’m sitting at the computer naked. Quite frankly it’s a tad warm, 80 degrees F outside. I need to turn on the AC, I guess.  Or not.  I hit  a workout goal today: to exercise 50 times in 70 days for the sake of consistency.  Every negative thought I could think of ran through my brain.  “Nausea will make you want to stop swimming.  “You’ll get those calf cramps.”   “They will close the pool because of a thunderstorm.” .

But I persevered. I stopped after 100 meters, rested a bit, restarted the stopwatch, then swam another 2050 meters.  I took my shower, headed home.

OK the naked part. Here’s the simple answer.  It feels good.

No Mass

05 Sunday Mar 2017

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I can only call yesterday The Day Of The Backache.  It never seemed to go away. It wasn’t all that painful, but it was persistent. And I was tired . I took a morning nap, an afternoon nap and was in bed fairly early. I woke up around 3, hurting, and finally took 2 Extra-Strength Tylenol. I got some sleep but a day of pain wore me out for today.

Today Mrs CorC? is driving to Fredericksburg  for lunch with her brother and sister-in-law. It would entail about five hours of riding and sitting and is just too much for me. It was her suggestion that I stay home. I offered no argument, because, as much as I like her family, I knew I wasn’t up for the experience, err, ordeal.

So I’m home, skipping Mass, unless I go at 4:30 or 5:00. I plan to swim in a short. I want to read posts from the bloggers I follow, and have a spot of lunch.  I will write more later.

Sunday.

26 Sunday Feb 2017

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It is Sunday. The warm weather has gone. It feels like Winter again. That is fine by me.

I was up and down last night, but most of the night I slept soundly. Mrs CorC? has some sort of cold/allergy issue going on, so she coughed a lot and slept fitfully. I will tell her to stay home, rest, and skip Mass.

I’ve resumed my usual fitness activities, with a walk or a swim most every day. The tightness in my legs has gone, so PT was a success.

I want to write more and will later. I just needed to check in.

 I will write more later.

Morning

16 Thursday Feb 2017

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This represents my second go-round of waking up. Around 3:00 AM , I woke up, looked at my e-mail feed on the smartphone, and decided to be up for awhile. I took off my flannel pyjamas with the Black Watch tartan print,  put on  underwear, including a cotton-ribbed athletic shirt, AKA “Wife-beater”, jeans and my go-to denim chambray button down.  I was committed to being up. I read some of the paper, made a cup of decaf in the K-cup machine, did some desultory channel surfing. I just couldn’t focus in on the TV preacher, Mike Murdoch and his $58 pledge, or the infomercial for something, or watching Sea Hunt for the gazillionth  time.

Around 4:30 AM, I decided getting up and staying up was a bad idea. I went back to bed, in the big bed, Mrs CorC?’s bed,  and did get two and half hours more sleep.  After making a pot of coffee with the wonder ingredient caffeine, I realize I was back to the same conundrum I faced at three.What do I do with this day that God gave me?

More than anything else, I wanted to put some words up into cyberspace.  I consider the readers of my blog my friends. This glorious anonymity of the blogosphere fosters intimacy, not unlike the safe space of an AA meeting. Here I can share the paradoxes of my life: my faith and my strong sexuality, knowing they are both God-given and therefore not irreconcilable.  I long ago gave up being respectable, in the Sinclair Lewis Main Street sense of the word. (Having hillbilly relatives that made moonshine greatly facilitated abandoning that dubious aspiration.)

In the real world, there is vacuuming to be done. And floor mopping. I can make some very nice chicken salad with the chicken breasts I defrosted.  I can work on my stretching, take my stepmother to the Y, and go swimming while I’m there.

There’s a whole world out there. Let me get going.

Later, comrades!

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