And I'm well on my way, folks. Been in Houston a good year, and don't have any more dollars in my pocket today than the same calendar day last year, but am certainly more financially ahead. [By no means caught up, but then who ever is, eh? "EXTRA" money! HAR! An oxymoron if ever there were...]. Despite that-- or rather because of it; it's why I came here, to regain some dollarstability-- I'll likely fly the city-coop soon. I have places to be. Places that make me...
More alive.
Alive for me is not trading my time for work for green paper to trade for... Well, actually, that's deceptive. Alive is sailing, or parachuting, or hang gliding, or rock climbing... All these require green paper at least for initial equipment and training, etc.
So, maybe not selling my worktime to another, not working for another.
Working for me.
I've too many dreams, and not a damned thing in the world from stopping me from pursuing them at this juncture in my life. In fact, recent... changes-- the afore-mentioned physical relocation being primary-- are positive contributing factors all pointing to crux time: If not now, when? If not me, who?
I'm the captain, volk.
And this ain't no Irish Cream Coffee Friday-- the original intent of this blog.
It all comes full circle in my mind; let's see if I can't shave some of the fuzz of of my picture and clear it up to your mind's eye. See, this song is to blame...
I chose this version because of the lyrics' clarity. "There is no drug... I'VE made a mess of me..."
Yeah, I'm a midnight-toking alcoholic, but one up and out the door every morning at oh-god-thirty to work for the pleasure. The song is saying no drug to cure me. True; I say none to mess me up either. That'd be me. But, I digress. Kinda...
Just that I was on the way home from making this an Irish music/coffee Saturn's day nacht when the song came on, and, well, I feel like I'm well on my way to doing what the song also says-- spending the rest of my life ALIVE.
So anyhow, the storetrip was multi-purposeful. I got a coffee-maker today to take to work (what with winter approaching and all...), and wanted to treat myself, and break in the thing right, with a good blend of beans. I got half-pound of my favorite, French Roast (gotta love a stout cuppa), and, to try, a quarter-pound of some Texas blend with pecan overtones. Quite tasty, that latter blend, particularly with the American Honey...
Sure I tried the coffee alone, and it's great. But... this is Saturday, and I am Cygnus.
The American Honey is a Wild Turkey Bourbon/ honey-blended liqueur. And folks? Smoother than a baby's bottom...
I was in the mood for some spiked coffee away from the traditional Bailey's or Amaretto. I didn't want liqueur in particular-- not big on sweet stuffs (okay... ladies... there are ALWAYS exceptions! ha!)-- and had thought about straight Bushmills or Jamesons, or some spiced Cap'n Morgans (ooh! Wonder if they make a buttered rum? Hmm... Buttered rum coffee...). Then I spied the Turkey...
Aside from the upcoming holiday honoring said bird, the 101 version is my preferred cola-mixer these days on the rare occasions I stray from the Busch (to hunt the bird! HAR! gods, I could go forever on this one! ha! I shall, however, currently refrain. You're welcome.). Then there is the whole bee thingie, and my obsession with, fear of, and interest in making, apiaries, bees, and mead, respectively.
And it just sounded damned good, this Texas Pecan-American Honey Elixir.
Damned if it aint!
[Come to think, I'll just say it IS good, because I think I'm damned either way...]
So see? It all ties together now! Don't it??? Birds and Bees and Cannabis Mead, and reclaiming ME...
Well, Folks... I think that's all I have to say for now. If I've 'said' anything yet.. heh heh...
With others [no not with Self this round-- he were busy, thank you...], I note an increase in conscience remembrance of dreams. Particularly bizarre ones.
...
Peanut gallery? T'on vous? I mean, it can't be all attributed to the obvious turning-of-the-seasons-thus-we-turn-psychologically-inside thingie.
On my way down the backroads to the auto parts yard and heard this tune and a morning dream was immediately remembered-- I saw the earrings, the brown-skinned goddess sitting indian-style in standout cameo...
The I thought of my friend in Reno, Jeanie, when I heard the line about mayhap never seeing again. I weren't sad... but reflective.
The very next tune on the airwaves... I'd been singing before leaving the abode. I always loved the Gentle Giant...
Eye candy day for ol' Cygnus-- after grabbing what I needed at the auto yard, I stopped-- more accurately was magnetically suckled into-- a huge garden Center.
Good thing I have no [local] land of me own, because I had dollars in my pocket. Still got those latter...ha!
And that, even after a visit to a more specialized, ah, indoor garden supply palace. Because, again...
Back home to struggle with putting the light fixture on the truck, only to find the unit burned behind the casing. And for the first time the parts store didn't have my desire. So... Tyr's day it is, and to and from work in the interim on some wing [Swan's, perhaps?] and prayers.
I had pictures and all that jazz, but, I mean, who ain't seen swan's wings, eh? So...
Because had all cylinders been firing correctly, I would have both followed the gut instinct AND heeded the voice inside my eardrums saying "ASK HOW MUCH THE CONTRAPTION IS..." whilst proffering my hard-earned green frogskins for mechanical fixes for an ailing vehicle yestere'en.
No, I spent the needed five bones (for the bonus point for cash back thingie), and then some, getting spark plugs.
Chalk one up to preps. The fuel filter, too.
What I did need, I got today.
I rolled two numbers and set out on foot to the auto parts store, picking up the 4.99 piece I opted not to inquire of yesterday, and some other ~$15 worth of S-10 zoom-zooms and wham-whams.
The finnif was all that were required. Sally the S-10 is safely ensconced in the street front of the abode now.
Nice to have fifteen dollars American fix a problem and right for a change. Woulda been less stressful to have done it yesterday when The Voices said...
Double-win: I learned something AND stocked up on some future preventative-maintenance items for the transportation/oft-also-Swan-habitat.
