Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
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Tuesday, Aug. 08, 2006 - 2:40 a.m.
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Happy Birthday To Me!
Haven't broken up with artsyguy...
He was really sweet for my birthday... he came over last night for salad with me and my fromoutoftown houseguest before I went out dancing with her... the last of the Pride weekend shebangs. He asked me to come over to sleep at his place after the dancing, which I did.
Fun in the morning, breakfast at my corner coffeeshop which just reopened after their summer vacation, then we bought stuff for a picnic: fresh butter croissants, ham, brie cheese, and made some smoothie: fresh strawberries, kiwis, banana and plums in the blender. mmmm.
And hopped on his motorcycle and went to the waterfront where we watched someone fish (and catch a big one which was thrown back in the water), swam, sat through a couple quick rainshowers, discussed his mastubatory fantasies, my past sex life, stories he tells his children at bedtime and various other things. And ate our picnic of course.
A fun relaxing day.
Now he's off playing music with the guys, and I had a birthday cheesecake with my fromoutoftown houseguest friend (an ex of mine from about 1992). Played some guitar (I am still working on American Pie). Read some blogs.
Got some phone messages from my aunt, artsyguy's mom, my mom, emails from a couple friends and a fax from my dad for my birthday. And apparently there is a parcel in the mail from mom... cool!
Well, now it is WAYYY past my bedtime so I am going to crash.
Thanks for all the wellwishings.
And what do I wish for this year? Family. Love. Work. Health. World Peace. The numbers to stop rolling at the top of this blog of the $$ spent in iraq. But yeah. Family. Love. Work. Health.
cheers!
me
wenchie
smiling again.
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previous meanderings - future past
Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Taking Care of Your Cows - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Saint Joseph robs the cradle and eats spaghetti - Sunday, Jun. 14, 2009
sticky notes and broken irises - Friday, Jun. 12, 2009
The FOODCOMMANDER - Monday, Jun. 08, 2009
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