Tonight I:
Spoke for the first time to the best prospect from Craigslist. He reads SF (including my litmus novel, Frank Herbert’s the Dosadi Experiment)! He’s a union man! He sings bass! He has long hair and a beard! He made me laugh my ass off! I am meeting him Friday night!
Arranged in my own mind – okay, started spade work with the CUC – to work on a social justice refresher course for my church (welcoming gays, lesbians, transgendered and gender rebellious people of all stripes.)
Spoke to my mother on the phone. Spoke (briefly) to my Kitty Kate on the phone.
Hung with one of my fave exinlaws. Being Swampy.
Sat in a brilliantly sunny patio and watched the world go by while so doing.
Pondered how to put a retraction in my blog about beer. Okay, deep breath, here goes. I like beer. It’s staying.
Wrote a song:
Give me five, give me ten
give me round the bend again
you will know when I blow through your town
Give me five, give me ten
give me round the bend again
As I impart the wisdom I have found
You may stray…. so far away
you may go where only God can follow
But your mind will find a thousand ways to shine
and your heart may ache and never yet be hollow
chorus
You may wait … for an important date
And find that life has gone by in the meantime
But it’s one short breath between your birth and death
so you might as well enjoy yourself between time
Chorus.
I need another voice, (verse!), but I’m quite happy as things stand. It amazes me how much I can do when I am happy.