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Age is a number
I wish I had a recent photo of the new me, because photos of me from the past couple of years, 30 pounds heavier with white/gray hair and a beard, are the old me:
Let us drink of youthful elixir together, you and I, for tomorrow we may die! And, as you know, only the good die young…
Weekly schedule — new and improved!
After attempting to stick to the new and revised schedule I posted recently, I couldn’t take it anymore…the likes, the receipts, the fiefdom empire building.
Here’s the newly revised schedule that’s much closer to reality and more comfortable saying what I truly think:
I’ve gotta face the facts. For me, there’s only one phrase that means anything:
Life is a party — pass it on!
How can I be in two places at once?
How can I 1) watch how well Jeff Gordon races in Charlotte and 2) dance to the music of Claire Lynch and friends at the same time?
Life is a series of happy dilemmas!
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A special nod to Greg and Carolyn at Cook & Company; the friendly folks at L’Rancho Restaurant; Travis and cooks at Broken Clock Gastropub; whomever I’ve forgotten to mention lately in my rush through life.
Keeping track of myself
Schedules — ugggh! However, we are defined by our habits.
Turtle Anarchy and Red Bull – a beautiful relationship!
A portly stout bull for lunch…dee-lish!
Gracias
Thx to Javier, Luis, Marcos, hosts and kitchen at Buenavista; Cambrier and cooks at Captain D’s:
…and Jennifer at Walmart.
And, of course, Abi and Jenn at Madison Ballroom.
Triple good
Good food, good company, good times; thanks to Joyce and kitchen at Triple E Plus.
Thinking, continued
I have been a celibate monk for the past six years, our cabin in the woods a virtual monastery, my wife refusing to have sex with me if I won’t provide her financial means to pay for health insurance.
What is my life to be from now on — the same as the last six years or something else?
Points to ponder, sitting here in a steakhouse restaurant in West Frankfort, Illinois, temporarily burned out on dancing, waiting for my bluegill fish dinner.
I am surrounded by boundless, abundant blessings and luxuries.
What more can a simple man like me want?
I remind myself the universe is not about or for me.
I am an illusion.
From the inside
Thx to Jessie and the rockin’ BBQ at Jake’s Pub.
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