Today is my firstborn’s birthday. It was 51 years ago that fatherhood found me and changed my life forever. I told that story here if you want to read all about it.
In other news, this happened yesterday morning:
So, we took advantage of the pause and were good to go for the Sunday Sweets Street Stroll.
Things got better again late in the afternoon, so the walk to Red Bar didn’t require the umbrellas.
The other part of our Sunday evening routine is a nightcap at Jumpin’ Jacks. Last night may well have been our swan song. The new management has brought in their own crew, so we were saddened to learn that our old pals were on their last night at the newly renamed Red Square Bar.
I did put in a word for them with the manager of the soon-to-open Voodoo Bar, so hopefully they’ll be reemployed soon.
Needless to say. we splurged on lady drinks as a going-away gift for the gals. And I reckon I’ll be looking for a new Sunday nightcap hangout. Voodoo might work.
And that’s the tale of how my Sunday went down.
It’s the end of October 2021 in the LTG archives, and I’m thinking about possible next steps. My “friends with benefits” program wasn’t working out as planned, and I was crushing big time on a special woman I had met recently, which made me question my decision to live a loveless life. Two quotes in that post aptly define my internal conflict:
If I had been born a woman I would certainly have been a prostitute. Since I had been born a man I craved women constantly, the lower the better. And yet women—good women—frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine I wanted to keep. Basically I craved prostitutes, base women, because they were deadly hard and made no personal demands. Nothing was lost when they left. Yet at the same time I yearned for a gentle, good woman, despite the overwhelming price. Either way I was lost. A strong man would give up both. I wasn’t strong. So I continued to struggle with women, the idea of women.
Charles Bukowski
Man, Bukowski, also a former postal worker, and I had a lot in common when it comes to women folk. Then there is this one from one of my favorite writers:
“Like attracts like. Just be who you are, calm and clear and bright. Automatically, as we shine who we are, asking ourselves every minute is this what I really want to do, doing it only when we answer yes, automatically that turns away those who have nothing to learn from who we are, and attracts those who do, and from whom we have to learn, as well.”
Richard Bach
What a long, strange trip it’s been.
Today’s YouTube video is another one of those short dramas (this one is five minutes long) that I find enjoyable to watch. Most likely because they appeal to my ever-shortening attention span.
Time out for some humor:
And now another Hash Monday is upon me. Guess what, the rain is back in full force once more. Still a couple of hours before we hit the trail, so hopefully things will calm down some by then.
Oh, well. At least I won’t be sweating.