Well, gee whiz, this makes two holidays in a row where I am feeling a little on the lonesome side of life. Part of it is because I am on call (just as I was on the July 4th holiday) and it keeps me from going much of anywhere. Also, some of it is it hasn't been a good week for M., my friend with dementia. He has been a little wound up about his confusion; can't blame him there. Unlike Alzheimer's type dementia, he KNOWS what is going on and it hurts him like hell.
Truthfully, I have been grieving the last few days "the loss of M. as I once knew him." He was my weekend companion for golf, TV sports, suppers, beers for many years. He was my best colleague at work. I miss that guy. I ended up taking care of him because there was no one in the area to do it. I could not abandon him. But on my lonesome days, I realize my close relationship with him and my caretaking of him kept me from pursuing my own opportunities for long term life partners. There are days I am very sad about all of it. Today is one of those days.
Oh, I know I'll get past it. I don't stay in these kind of moods for long. But I also know that I am picky as hell in my older middle age, and spiritually at a different place than I used to be, so the ways I tried to relieve "relationship boredom" are just not applicable anymore. Is there a person out there for me? Oh, hell, who knows. I have never been an attractive first impression. I am too salty, too blunt, and not horribly gifted in the feminine charms and wiles. But once a fellow gets past all my cyclone fence and barbed wire, he finds a very loyal and giving and honest person.
I have so many great relationships in my life. It's just that none of them are of the significant other type, and I am pretty impatient about pretense, the dating game, etc. I am set in my ways and I know it.
But today, yeah, I have an attack of the lonesomes. It is simply the price of admission for being a person of intense feelings!
Here's an easy way to handle your stewardship issues, scratch off a 3 million dollar lottery ticket and donate it to your church!
Why is it I have a feeling that the "True North Community Church" generally frowns upon gambling; therefore the winner of the ticket kind of got guilted into giving it to the church "anonymously"??????
That's another of the nice things about being Episcopalian--no one seems to worry much that I spend $2 a week on Powerball tickets every Wednesday and Saturday. Hmm...let's see...Powerball is up to 72 million...let's assume 35% taxes, that brings me down to 46.8 million bucks...if I took it all in cash, most of the time that slashes it in half so now I'm down to 23.4 million. Oh, I think I could find a little room in my heart to push some of it over to Trinity...although I noticed when I talk about my Powerball ticket to the vicar, he likes to remind me how much he owes on his SUV....and the priest associate likes to remind me how many miles she puts on her minivan as Hospice chaplain...I didn't realize "lay support for clergy" had anything to do with vehicles!!!!!
I have to show off my new gold crown on one of my molars. I split that tooth in four places while eating ice. (no lectures, please.) I have one other gold crown, on the same side but an upper molar. My crown on my left front upper tooth is porcelain with a base metal back; it is apparant I have a metal allergy b/c there is inflammation around it. So any tooth that needs crowning and is not "out front", I have decided to get in gold. To hell with the cosmetics, I don't need the gingivititis!
Anyway, I had to show off my bling!
Just wanted to put a picture of the late Mr. Willis Woo up, so you all could see why Little Eddie is attracted to the "scruffy faced" dog types!
Dear Señorita Chompita Wiggletail of Padre Mickey's blog, I'm Little Eddie. I live over at Kirkepiscatoid's house. As you can see, I haf a sad wook on my face. Datz b/c you are da woooman of my dreams and you live halfway across the world. You look a lot like the late Mr. Woo Dog looked in the face, and he was my best friend.
I don't have a looong Wiggletail like you but it is stubbly and waggly and it wags for you, Señorita Chompita Wiggletail. I am todo hombre even though I am proabably smaller than you. (Well, almost todo. Kirk took me for that little operashun.)
Oh, DAT. Dat is Mr. Boomer. Don't pay any attenshun to the sad look on Boomie's face. He is trying to play up to you b/c he knows I am in wuvvvv! He is trying to make me be the big eyed jealousy monster. He does not know how to wuvvvv a woooooman as fine as you, Señorita Chompita Wiggletail. He had his operashun way younger than I did!
But oh, Señorita Chompita Wiggletail, if you would only notice me, even though we are half a world away, I would wuuuvvvvvv you like no other dog could! I cudz be happy like dis!
Ok, after dealing with my leaky eyes, I needed a laugh and I found it in a weird news article from the BBC. I'm telling you, you can't make this stuff up!
Read this one from Rowan the Dog. It gave me leaky eyes, and Boomer and Little Eddie loved it.
