Washington
Long time between posts on here. Hope we're all doing well. Personally, I'm doing great, and that's bad. The ideal for all good men is for the ground beneath their house to be secure and firm, and the ground outside of it to be ready to give way at any moment, an unease that inspires constant strive and innovation. To Hell with the people that think otherwise, that think every second of your days should be comfortable and that you should never see the red blood within your own body, to Hell with the idea that I should just sit here and do nothing forever until I die and leave nothing behind on this earth except a little urn sitting on some sort-of relative that says "Here's _____, the great hand sitter!"
The cold is one of the last places I can possibly have such respice from that idea and world they try to force upon me and every other man of these days. I'd like to go to some Icelandic [sic, thanks] country and play cards with people I grew to be closer to in days than people I had such opportunities to do with for years. I'll be going to New York for business, the mountains for personal affairs, and the snow for myself (different from personal affairs, you must understand.)
Apologies for the change in topic, but here's a twofer; Firstly, why is it that there's no commitment nowadays? Too many know forgetfullness of their promises and keeping with their words. It's not that hard. Keep a checkbook and you'll know all you've given your promises to. I'll mull on this further, I'm sure there's a reason. Secondly, the world tried to send me another siren, but I'm not interested in buying what it's trying to sell me. Some crap of a woman that seems like she could be a good friend, but her mind isn't in the right place and I could tell that if I tried talking to her, that her "Uh huh! Yeah!"'s would be burdened by the artfices that underlie every woman like her. I've got the only real woman in the world, and she's doing great. That one's good.
Long one today. I'll keep this place a little nicer stocked for the waits. Don't get comfortable. 35 in.
8/2/24
