Sputtering muttering.

December 28, 2008 | 2 Comments

I say … and you think … ?

Destined :: Meant to be.
FAIL :: Drug test
Camping :: Itching!
Only you :: The Platters. (God, I am so old skool…)
Incessant :: Maizey in the morning when she wants her treats.
Tomorrow :: … only exists in your mind. Just like yesterday.
Impressive :: Inner strength.
Riches :: That don’t impress me much…
Dislike :: Unpalatable.
Speaker :: Crank up the volume! Even if it’s The Platters…

Ohh. That Muttering had me all over the place. Like my brain was being yanked around in 10 directions. *wince*

For the record: Camping? My idea of “roughing it” is to have to bring my own hair dryer to the hotel. So if for any reason you find me sacked out on the bumpy ground overnight, waking up smelling like woodsmoke and covered with mosquito bites… you’re either damn good company and worth the annoyances… or the world is ending and we better get ready, ’cause here comes Jesus.

Mind you, a few hours on a quilt under the stars - he-ing & she-ing - is not “camping” in my book. Totally different thang.

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Gear shift…

I am so utterly brain dead at the moment. (Yes, even more so than usual, smartass. Nyah.) The holidays need to be over so things can normalize somewhat. I have other things I need and want to focus on. One of which is getting a package sent off to Leslie, who indeed qualifies for sainthood. (God, I am so sorry.)

Working on many projects and way overdue on way too much. Everything is sorting itself as it should, I guess. I just need to keep doing my part and helping it along.

Someone drive my ample ass to the gym, ok? Or just give me a push in the general direction…

More again sooner or later,

~XOxoxoXOXox

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~jingle~ jingle~

December 25, 2008 | 1 Comment

I hope it’s a good one for you and yours. It’s a merry-merry one here.

More soon.

~ XoxoxXOx

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From one rock to the other.

December 23, 2008 | Leave a Comment

Hey, you.

I know that you’re out there and that you’ve been reading this. (I have my ways, you know.) I’m sure that you’re wondering about things and probably hoping for many things, too.

The message that I want to share right now is that all is well between you and I. Nothing has changed; there is nothing to fear. I know you’re just doin’ what you do. When you return, we’ll celebrate and and be happy together - and work and create and cry. Because that’s real… and that’s just how it is with us.

That’s how it will always be, no matter what.

But hurry back, ok? We have so much to do.

(I left the light on for you.)

~ XOXoXoxoXOx

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Sporting some passion.

December 19, 2008 | 1 Comment

A few months ago I began a friendship with a very interesting fellow who is originally from Scotland. Since that time, I’ve been learning new things about Scottish traditions and this one - Kirkwall Ba - is one of my favorites so far. (I’ve been told that I would probably enjoy haggis too, but Ba seem a bit less dangerous to one’s health… hahaha…)

Anyway, take a peek at this.

Can’t ya just smell all of those big sweaty men? *PuuUURRRrroooowwlll* Hehehe…

Passion. It’s a good thing.

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Someone I saw.

December 18, 2008 | 3 Comments

I was planning on posting another video of an example of passion today, but I witnessed something else passionate when I was out and about today and I’d like to share that instead.

The town I live in is mostly populated by Catholics - a fact that I simply adore for many reasons; one of them being that we always have a nativity scene set up in the town square during the Christmas season. Mind you, I will fully admit to being a quasi-pagan-bacon-cheeseburger-type-of-Jewish-something-or-other (and I am very faithful about that, amen.) However, my own hybrid religious beliefs do not preclude me from enjoying and participating in the more orthodox practices of my friends. I find the traditions and rituals of different faiths to be fascinating.

What I saw today was totally unexpected, though, and it moved me to tears. I am still trying to understand my feelings about it.

I was driving to my weekly appointment with Dr. K, which meant going right past the nativity scene. It was early afternoon, bright and sunny, but very cold. Snow is piled up all over the streets right now, and if you are lucky enough to find a parking spot downtown in this kind of weather, you immediately snag it and run inside of a building to stay warm.

So, cars lining the streets, absolutely no one on the sidewalks… and I am driving past, getting ready to see the Baby Jesus all tucked into his manger…

And there was this guy standing right in front of the scene. He looked about 45 - tall, muscular and barrel-chested, wearing dark blue workman’s clothes and leather boots. He had short reddish hair that was covered by a brimmed cap and his cheeks were bright pink from the cold. I could see him breathing in the crisp air, puffing out in vaporous clouds.

As I drove slowly past, I was astounded to see him suddenly remove his cap and drop to one knee on the snowy sidewalk in front of the manger scene. He lowered his head and started to pray.

It felt like an arrow went right through me. I wasn’t quite sure if I had seen things correctly. My first impulse was to stop the car, but of course I didn’t.

Fortunately, as I continued to the next block there weren’t any spaces available in front of Dr. K’s building, which necessitated a trip around the corner and back to the nativity scene again.

When I passed by the second time, the man had already stood up and was heading towards the crosswalk. There was a red light and I had to stop; he was standing about 10 feet from my car and we were both waiting for the light to change. When I looked over at him I saw him kiss the medallion on the rosary he wore around his neck, then tuck it back into his shirt. He patted his chest so he could feel it there, and I noticed that he was blinking back tears.

For a split-second - one that I will never forget as long as I live - we made eye contact. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly and he smiled the most tender, vulnerable smile I have ever seen. Truly a childlike expression on a man of such great stature.

I found myself smiling back at him, completely awed that I had been welcomed into such a communion of spirit, and by a total stranger at that.

If I only had one more hug to give another person in this life I would have given it to that man.

I know I am not the only one who has moments like this; I am sure you have had them too. Do you ever wonder why they happen when they do? Do you wonder what they mean and what lesson you are supposed to take away from them?

I’m still thinking this one over. For some reason, I think it was a biggie.

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