The Rest Of My Life...

ALIVE!!!

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...

Time for Thistle!

Love ya! Slainte!

Cygnus