Forteen Jan 016

This is the week end report AND the weekend Plan (projected schedule) and commentary. As I sit in my morning office/study/contemplative area waiting to watch the sun break over the horizon, I ponder.

The silouttes of the trees occasionally show movement. A small dark object darts in parts of the tree. I watch the squirrel scurry carrying nuts or probably of food. I muse maybe it is the Milk Squirrel making his morning delivery.

The lowlight of the 'proper news' week was the annual state of the union address. For those offshore or unfamiliar with US culture & customs, this is when the president, in our situation right now the resident of the casa blanca, spins up how good everything is and how rosy the future is ‘gonna be’ often times broken up by canned applause from the audience which is aka the us congress. Always right on que. It is honestly a joke and a complete & utter waste of time.

The BEST NEWS is that this is the LAST such address from the current first dude. For this we should feel fortunate and I know I am grateful for next time around there should be a new leader.

Who that will be at this point is PURE SPECULATION. I know I am PRAYING for a True Leader.

Patty was over for dinner last nifght & we alternated & shared abuse. When it comes to politics, we could not be further apart. Which is kind of good. Knowing it is a ‘hot button,’ neither pushes it at the wrong time.

The clouds are start turning a shade of orange …

And WhOoP, dare it is. Proof the Earth is turning and this day is beginning like the others but different. A clean sheet of paper.

Yesterday was very productive as I worked in Studio G (One or 1) for the better part of the productive hours, I think I counted 7-8 different projects in total that I worked on. Didn’t finish any but that is not the important thing.

On Tuesday I stopped to drop off some items at local Goodwill store and to look for a couple of lamp shades. BIG mistake going into the store for I found a smallish bookstand/cabinet/table perfect for this morning office area upstairs.

SO WHAT’S THE PROBLEM THEN ?

It needs a little work. But most importantly, it requires some THOUGHT. It is real rattan/wicker & wood and the previous owner poorly painted the surface black. It looks like it was just spray painted roughly & they probably only had budget for one can if you are getting the picture.

There were bare spots so I had some primer that was a reddish brown so I used the rest of that can for a couple of reasons. To use up & throw out the near-empty can of spray paint and to see what the piece might look like in another color. I have a chronic to acute phobia for selecting colors for interior home design & decorating. This a a role historically well-suited to IDEAL for the 'other half' when I have one.

I could surely paint it black but black is becoming a ‘default’ or ‘go-to’ color in too many such cases around here already.

I meant to ax Patty last night but we were so busy fighting either we didn’t have time or it slipped off the dance card. It will resurface on the list of things to do for the weekend. There will be more time to discuss & much less stress with it not being a school night.

The sun is fully up now & blinding. Shortly the glow will warm the skin on my face. I’ll read some, do a word.doc & enjoy the moment(s).

Todays image is a photo of a recently received piece of junk mail from a local church. Or better stated, a building where local indigents worship.

I was about to just toss it into recycle when I read this frontal message & it resonanted. See what you think.

I believe, FIRMLY believe, that if more people either a) went to Church, b) believed in God or c) had the ability to focus or Faith into some, some …. Thing BESIDES drugs, booze, television or abusive, harmful or toxic practices, there would be NO NEED for therapists (counselors). At all. Period. End of story. Highlights focuing on the obverse side in later reports. Fascinating material.

Yesterday I flipped over the calendar and see Ash Wednesday is coming right up.

This lifted my spirits. I love Lent. The sanctified period for intense inner reflections, the fasting, the Stations of the Cross & the Friday fish fries. Say that fast a few times. Six weeks to drop a few kilos, get the year off & running in a strong positive direction.

Received email notification early in the week that at least one (1) of the recipes I submitted for a contest sponsored by Quaker Oats was accepted & is in consideration for the Grand Prize. That would be $250 K. $250,000. Let’s be honest. I could use it for the pledge drive is floundering in the dirt.

My chances are better winning this contest than winning the record power ball lottery everyone else is flipping out and tripping over themselves to purchase tickets.

Lines causing stampedes & leading to early Christmas shopping behavior patterns.

Bill’s slant, if you BUY a ticket, YOU are a LOSER.

BUT YOU CAN’T WIN IF YOU DON’T PLAY.

OMG. Some people don’t get it AND NEVER WILL. New bumper sticker … Born STUPID & Proud of it.

So here is the abrupt ending.

I could go on as I seem to be very reflective and rolling. But after yesterday's melancholia, the SHORT definition, NOT THE LONG ONE prefered by shrinks, psychs and such mental health professionals (ie counselors & therapists), I am ready to rebound today.

This means there are things to do, projects set-up to attack and a lengthy list that seldom sees progress when I am hooked up to this stupid box.

With that said, you should find something contructive to do as well.

So, in the words of the Masked Man as his white steed raises up on its (gender neutral) hind legs on cue, Hi oh Silver, AWAY !!