Ate Eleven Twenty-15

Sunday night, in Ft Worth at the Seminary, in & shut down for the night. Playing the Colonial Country Club tomorrow morning in the annual Volunteers appreciation outing at an unheard of hour I care not to reveal.

Weather is for cold, cloudy, physical condition(s) will be stiff & rusty. I hit some range balls this afternoon before coming over and did not quite attain a level of sharp, crisp confidence I would prefer.

As my former & late m-i-l used to say so often, ‘oh well.’

So I’ll tee it up early, with low expectations, and hope for the best. A few scattered good shots, a great shot or a birdie or two would be marvy. Minimize the sour hits, stingers & misses.

Speaking of misses, Patty & I are done.

To draw another analogy from baseball, it was strike three (3) and ball four (4) rolled into one.

You’re out & take a walk.

Distilled & in a nutshell, as I told her, she has many good qualities. She is smart, charming, friendly, generous and has a great sense of humor. However, throw alcohol into the equation, then things literally & figuratively go to Hell.

A ‘good’ friend of hers visited this weekend, she will remain nameless, and the booze won.

I have NEVER had, nor can I ever even imagine such a house guest. Manners were merely a seven letter word that could go either across OR down.

A smoker, uncontrollably breaking away or disappearing to light up, complaining at EVERY opportunity and not appreciating ANYTHING, I quickly saw too many similarities to the x wife. I mean TRAIN WRECK.

And her bad qualitites brought out & got the better of Patty. Loud, eff-bombs every other word, obnoxious. It would have been a most difficult decision if I had only one (1) bullet left which one I would cull first.

So just in time for the Holidays I am thinking. Perfect timing. Yours truly isn’t even going to be ‘on the ‘market’’ at LEAST until AFTER Valentines day if ever.

My judgement or lack of luck is pathetic and the streak continues. Oh-for-everything, or Oh-for-ever.

It matters not. Lessons learned in spades. Oops. Sorry. I CAN’T say THAT anymore.

RACIST

See what I mean ?

I can handle it now. There is absolutely & unequivocally no need in my life for all the additional drama, nagging problems & escalating issues. Over & over. I mean it is like a vicious film loop or that crazy movie Ground Hog day (??). Been there, done that .. LIVED IT !!

One immediate benefit I’ve noticed. I’ll be saving a FORTUNE in toilet paper. I mean I read an article on the internet (trusted source) that I could not refer her to about wiping that region each time after completing biological function 101.

Seems it was actually harmful, UNsanitary AND even unhealthy destroying normal flora & fauna there. AND causes additional irritation & increases chances of an infection. Like I said, I did not share that.

But yet once again, it seems that that gender is born knowing anywhere from 90-98% of all such life & health information when dropped from the womb.

The x’s ‘Oh I know’ standard reply ala Captain Obvious after I knowingly & intentionally told her a fabrication is classic and documented MULTIPLE times. They don’t or can’t seem to learn anything.

Take ‘l’, the former x fiance, PLEASE … some fool did, who claimed she had now found mr right, for the fourth (4th) time who would ‘let her be her.’

I am predicting when she has had enough, she will pull out a ‘do over’ card & probably start looking for #5.

Funny, this was the EXACT SAME phrase Patty’s friend, smoking chimney, said about her shock of dyed pink, purple & blue hair. It’s ‘who she was’ and she was going to be ‘who she is.’ All righty then.

At the flaming lips concert & the untapped festival Saturday night, I noticed a guy give her a strange & peculiar long look then look at me. I just shrugged my shoulders & rolled my eyes. He laughed too.

The flaming lips were the second worst concert I have EVER seen. Maybe THEE WORST but the Todd Runtgren concert in college in the early 70’s was free so walking out was acceptable. Which I did.

The flaming lips were supposed to be funny. If so, the lyrics & humor TOTALLY escaped me.

First, the sounds & instruments were way to loud and made hearing the lyrics next to impossible. When you could hear the words, they made no sense at all. More eff-bombs.

The visuals were ‘like being on acid’.

Again, no thanks. So I’ve led a ‘sheltered life.’ I do not have to 1) use do-over cards, 2) be ‘born again’ doing it right the FIRST Time or 3) join any ‘anonymous club’ with multi-step programs.

And NO THERAPISTS !!

So again I am running, fast & faster, grateful to be gone & away from yet another in a long list of insane or disturbed wenches.

This is Bill, Thanking God, for seeing insanity and reality, knowing the difference, extrapolating the consequencess and having the strength & courage to break out of yet another dangerous relationship & R-U-N.

I’m out of here …