His Eyes Uncovered
Friday August 5
Great day at work, always glad to be busy. Fuck the markets. I’ve got tons of shit on my desk. Even better, I’m not heavily invested in any retirement program/boodoggle tied up in the debt of European countries so my no future retirement plan is looking better (or less bad than those losing money saved for their end days) better every day.
Worked, rode my bike home, did a bunch of bills and then rode the old bike to the bank. Got money for our day trip, came home and wrote.
Family Movie Nite - Star Trek TNG Season V, Episodes One and Two - - - Darmok and Gillad at Tinagra.
Saturday August 6
Drove through Wisconsin with my crew and Cousin Mike and his family to see the shrine to Our Lady of Good Help. Beautiful day and wonderful time spent with family. Cousin Mike’s lady sent some great pics to Kim.
The only hitch came 10 minutes from home when I was pulled over for going 44 mph in a 30. In my defense I think I was only going 13 over, but I kept my mouth shut.
The constable let us go with a warning. I think it was my Cousin’s trustworthy face in the passenger seat that won the day for us. Whatever it was, we went back to our place for a heapin’ helpin of sloppy joe’s made by the beautiful and talented Kimberly Jo.
Sunday August 7
Slept in and slept hard. Tornado dreams! I must have "dramatic" stress disorder from the ferocious F1 weather event that ripped through our town last Friday. That’s probably not the case, and the malady I diagnosed myself with is wrong on more levels than I can address here so that’s enough of that.
Great Gospel and homily at Newman today. St. Peter gets out of the boat and tries walking to Jesus on the water. Apparently he never saw Apocalypse Now because YOU NEVER GET OUT OF THE BOAT!
I love St. Peter. There is so much of the same hubris in me. I try to get out of the boat and try to walk by faith only to get scared and start sinking just a few steps into to the journey.
Trying to asses my rock and roll options and explore them in a way that a.) doesn’t piss off friends who have been so wonderful to be through the years, b.) ensures that I don’t go another two years without playing a show with other musicians. I love my friends, but this second one is important personally, my health depends on it. I probably sound like a pussy but everyone needs stupid things, a new couch, an end table to match the new couch, a bigger house for all the new furniture, playing music to keep my drinking and overeating under control is the stupid thing I think I need.
If I don’t get something going by Black Friday, Dec 23 or my next birthday (at the absolute latest) I will be on my way to 220lbs and my useless drinking will go up accordingly.
I owe it to my family and to myself to not let that happen.
I just need to do whatever I try to do next decently, with malice towards none and maybe do something good for others along the way. For a douche like me, that’s a tall fucking order. No small dreams.
Great day at work, always glad to be busy. Fuck the markets. I’ve got tons of shit on my desk. Even better, I’m not heavily invested in any retirement program/boodoggle tied up in the debt of European countries so my no future retirement plan is looking better (or less bad than those losing money saved for their end days) better every day.
Worked, rode my bike home, did a bunch of bills and then rode the old bike to the bank. Got money for our day trip, came home and wrote.
Family Movie Nite - Star Trek TNG Season V, Episodes One and Two - - - Darmok and Gillad at Tinagra.
Saturday August 6
Drove through Wisconsin with my crew and Cousin Mike and his family to see the shrine to Our Lady of Good Help. Beautiful day and wonderful time spent with family. Cousin Mike’s lady sent some great pics to Kim.
The only hitch came 10 minutes from home when I was pulled over for going 44 mph in a 30. In my defense I think I was only going 13 over, but I kept my mouth shut.
The constable let us go with a warning. I think it was my Cousin’s trustworthy face in the passenger seat that won the day for us. Whatever it was, we went back to our place for a heapin’ helpin of sloppy joe’s made by the beautiful and talented Kimberly Jo.
Sunday August 7
Slept in and slept hard. Tornado dreams! I must have "dramatic" stress disorder from the ferocious F1 weather event that ripped through our town last Friday. That’s probably not the case, and the malady I diagnosed myself with is wrong on more levels than I can address here so that’s enough of that.
Great Gospel and homily at Newman today. St. Peter gets out of the boat and tries walking to Jesus on the water. Apparently he never saw Apocalypse Now because YOU NEVER GET OUT OF THE BOAT!
I love St. Peter. There is so much of the same hubris in me. I try to get out of the boat and try to walk by faith only to get scared and start sinking just a few steps into to the journey.
Trying to asses my rock and roll options and explore them in a way that a.) doesn’t piss off friends who have been so wonderful to be through the years, b.) ensures that I don’t go another two years without playing a show with other musicians. I love my friends, but this second one is important personally, my health depends on it. I probably sound like a pussy but everyone needs stupid things, a new couch, an end table to match the new couch, a bigger house for all the new furniture, playing music to keep my drinking and overeating under control is the stupid thing I think I need.
If I don’t get something going by Black Friday, Dec 23 or my next birthday (at the absolute latest) I will be on my way to 220lbs and my useless drinking will go up accordingly.
I owe it to my family and to myself to not let that happen.
I just need to do whatever I try to do next decently, with malice towards none and maybe do something good for others along the way. For a douche like me, that’s a tall fucking order. No small dreams.
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