Since I played all day yesterday, I had to do stuff today. I went to the flea market and got my produce. I did find a couple of pieces of Depression Glass on one table, but the woman selling them was asking more than I really wanted to pay, they were dirty, and she really was more interested in talking to some guy than selling stuff anyway, so I moved on. I ran by the grocery store and finished the shopping, and made some spaghetti to eat on this week. After being creative in using up food I had been given or that had been left at the house, I just felt void of ideas.
I took a nap, and did some vacuuming. I had gotten my cooking done early in case Russ wanted to do something tonight, but I guess he was tired out from hosting this weekend. He had a lot of people stay at the house last night.
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- thefabulousmrthing
- The most likely much too detailed look at the life of a second-class citizen twice over. As a gay man who is single again at 40+ in the South, I'm working on accepting things as they are and finding the joy in them when I can. I am blessed with good friends, pretty good health, a job that sustains me, and two cats who enjoy my servitude. I'm kinky, decently read, and a hypo-glycemic pescetarian who is pretty opinionated. Between the large cast of characters and my perhaps unfortunate propensity to navel-gaze, there is usually something going on.
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- I have been sick for two days
- A visit with Dad
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- A long but good day
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- I started my latest Esther Friesner book Nobody's ...
- A surprisingly amusing work bitch
- Kitchen experiments
- Margo Channing lives
- A pizza night
- A day in the life of an average middle-class repub...
- Sunday stuff*
- Chinese food and fucked up dreams
- I am just worn out zzzzzzzzzz
- Philbe baking dish by Fire King in sapphire blue, ...
- A visit with Miss Kat
- TGIFF
- TGIF
- Picking up the reins again
- Sadder but wiser, again
- Nothing works
- The gloves come off
- I definitely over-did it this weekend
- Well today I had to go home*
- The dinner party
- Another lovely Charlotte day
- The beautiful dreams continue
- After supper (my eggplant turned out absolutely de...
- A nice Charlotte Lee/Clayton day
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- Post-op with the doc
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- I can now leave town with a clear conscience
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply;
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands a lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply;
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands a lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
Favored Quotes:
"There are no stupid questions, but there are lots of inquisitive idiots." forwarded to me via email from a co-worker
"Some people are like Slinkys. They're really good for nothing; but they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down a flight of stairs." from a really great Bear411 profile
"Friendship is like peeing in your pants. Everyone can see it, but only you can feel the true warmth." From an email I got from my friend Park
"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?" Kahlil Gibran
"Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it." Helen Keller
"Try as much as possible to be wholly alive, with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell, and when you are angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough." William Saroyan
"Without freedom from the past, there is no freedom at all, because the mind is never new, fresh, innocent." Krishnamurti
"Friend, hope for the truth while you are alive. Jump into the experience while you are alive! What you call 'salvation' belongs to the time before death. If you don't break your ropes while you are alive, do you think ghosts will do it after?" Kabir
"It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society." Krishamurti
"Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned." Buddha
"Some people are like Slinkys. They're really good for nothing; but they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down a flight of stairs." from a really great Bear411 profile
"Friendship is like peeing in your pants. Everyone can see it, but only you can feel the true warmth." From an email I got from my friend Park
"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?" Kahlil Gibran
"Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it." Helen Keller
"Try as much as possible to be wholly alive, with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell, and when you are angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough." William Saroyan
"Without freedom from the past, there is no freedom at all, because the mind is never new, fresh, innocent." Krishnamurti
"Friend, hope for the truth while you are alive. Jump into the experience while you are alive! What you call 'salvation' belongs to the time before death. If you don't break your ropes while you are alive, do you think ghosts will do it after?" Kabir
"It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society." Krishamurti
"Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned." Buddha
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