My daddy has cancer. 😒
Please send healing love energy and prayers for his healing and highest good.
Thank you all in advance.
Tuesday, August 29, 2017
809.
My daddy has cancer. 😒
Please send healing love energy and prayers for his healing and highest good.
Thank you all in advance.
Friday, August 25, 2017
808.
🎶 🎶 🎶 Good morning, good morning folks! 🎶 🎶 🎶
Yes, I feel like singing. But not right now because I also feel like I need to find a pile of pillows and dive right in.
I am tired as all get out and some body parts are achy too.
There is lots of good news to share but it will have to wait for a subsequent post.
What I'll leave you wonderful people with is this: I have a new suitor.
He's someone I grew up with and I've had a crush on him for as long as I can remember but I kept it a secret. (Who wants to ruin a good friendship with romance? Not me.)
And yes it happened at the beach.
Totally unexpected and totally cool.
We've been friends for years without even a hint of romance, previously sharing more of a sibling-type relationship. However, the time we spent together at the beach allowed us to see each other differently.
He's smitten. 💕 Me too. 💕
He lives in my hometown but he's retired so we're gonna see how we can work it out. 💃
That's all for now good people. My eyeballs are begging for darkness.
Nitey-nite folks. 💋💋
Yes, I feel like singing. But not right now because I also feel like I need to find a pile of pillows and dive right in.
I am tired as all get out and some body parts are achy too.
There is lots of good news to share but it will have to wait for a subsequent post.
What I'll leave you wonderful people with is this: I have a new suitor.
He's someone I grew up with and I've had a crush on him for as long as I can remember but I kept it a secret. (Who wants to ruin a good friendship with romance? Not me.)
And yes it happened at the beach.
Totally unexpected and totally cool.
We've been friends for years without even a hint of romance, previously sharing more of a sibling-type relationship. However, the time we spent together at the beach allowed us to see each other differently.
He's smitten. 💕 Me too. 💕
He lives in my hometown but he's retired so we're gonna see how we can work it out. 💃
That's all for now good people. My eyeballs are begging for darkness.
Nitey-nite folks. 💋💋
Monday, August 21, 2017
807.
An interesting perspective on this eclipse occurring during Mercury retrograde:
Uh Oh: What Happens When a Solar Eclipse Occurs During Mercury Retrograde?
Another point of view:
806.
Happy Monday everyone.
I'm sure you're all hanging on the edge of your seats waiting to hear about my weekend, yes? 😁😆😋
And I'll spill it but not right now.
Right now, I'm all tied up in emotional knots.
I think it's this eclipse in Mercury retrograde.
I don't plan to actively watch the eclipse. By that I mean I don't have the glasses, I'm not going outside, and I'm not going to look up. My views on this are more akin to what some Native American tribes believe: this is a sacred act between God and nature and not my business to witness.
What I am doing is sitting in my living room watching my window. As of this writing, it's 2:32 p.m. in my location.
From around 11:30 a.m., it has gotten darker in tiny increments. But I can still see the sun shining onto the side of my porch.
To say it looks eerie is an understatement.
I went out around 2, to get my dirty laundry from the car. The air was different. It felt pink and lightweight. The sound was different too. Muted somehow.
I'm also watching the news. Clemson, SC is dark. People are looking up, taking photos or videos with their cell phones...
It's getting darker in here. The "hot bugs" as I call them (Cicadas? Something else?) are singing outside. They usually sing at dusk.
I'll take a photo of my kitchen and post later.
I'm sure you're all hanging on the edge of your seats waiting to hear about my weekend, yes? 😁😆😋
And I'll spill it but not right now.
Right now, I'm all tied up in emotional knots.
I think it's this eclipse in Mercury retrograde.
I don't plan to actively watch the eclipse. By that I mean I don't have the glasses, I'm not going outside, and I'm not going to look up. My views on this are more akin to what some Native American tribes believe: this is a sacred act between God and nature and not my business to witness.
What I am doing is sitting in my living room watching my window. As of this writing, it's 2:32 p.m. in my location.
From around 11:30 a.m., it has gotten darker in tiny increments. But I can still see the sun shining onto the side of my porch.
To say it looks eerie is an understatement.
I went out around 2, to get my dirty laundry from the car. The air was different. It felt pink and lightweight. The sound was different too. Muted somehow.
I'm also watching the news. Clemson, SC is dark. People are looking up, taking photos or videos with their cell phones...
It's getting darker in here. The "hot bugs" as I call them (Cicadas? Something else?) are singing outside. They usually sing at dusk.
I'll take a photo of my kitchen and post later.
Sunday, August 20, 2017
805.
Happy Sunday folks.
A sista is as tired as every dog that ever walked on the blacktop on a sunny August afternoon anywhere in South Carolina.
I had a most excellent weekend at the beach (Myrtle, where it was hotter than blazes) and I am thankful.
My current status: exhausted.
I'm nodding y'all.
More later...
A sista is as tired as every dog that ever walked on the blacktop on a sunny August afternoon anywhere in South Carolina.
I had a most excellent weekend at the beach (Myrtle, where it was hotter than blazes) and I am thankful.
My current status: exhausted.
I'm nodding y'all.
More later...
Thursday, August 17, 2017
804.
Howdy folks and Happy Thursday! 😊
I hope everyone reading is doing well.
I sure am. 😀
Despite the monotony of performing mundane chores like laundry, vacuuming, and washing dishes, Wednesday was an intriguing day chez Bliss.
My down time was spent talking and texting with a man I dated briefly when I was in my late teens.
Let's call him the Astronaut.
Brief though our acquaintance was, I was absolutely besotted with the Astronaut. And so he has always had a home in my heart and my thoughts.
About 50 percent of our conversation was him expressing his awe at our virtual reunion. We also talked about a face-to-face reunion, to likely take place in a few weeks, when I go visit my dad.
Ole pack rat that I am, I knew I still had pictures of one never-forgotten weekend we spent together back in 1986. After I scanned in the photos, I uploaded them, then texted them to him.
Although I've seen the photos many times over the intervening years, it had been a long time since I'd last looked at them. Viewing them again brought back a bunch of sweet memories for me, bittersweet memories for him once he saw them. (Via text.)
His mom, who is now deceased, was alive when he and I dated. She was a kind and beautiful woman and I loved her from the moment I met her. He said she felt the same about me. Many years ago, she came to me in a dream as she was dying. Her warm smile and welcoming spirit are lodged in my heart forever.
Sadly, there were no photos of his mom from that weekend but we both know she was there and I think that made it sadder for him. He told me how much he missed her, told me how much she liked me and wanted him to marry me.
Wow.
On a more upbeat note, the Astronaut told me I was his first love. He also said he stills loves me and has been looking for me for decades.
The last part isn't surprising because I've looked for him many times over the years too. Not to rekindle, but because I'd always wondered where he was, how his life had turned out after his mom died. There was also something I needed to tell him.
Shortly after we rang off the first time, he texted me to say his sister would be calling me. She did and we had a brief, pleasant conversation about her brother. During our chat, she said he'd told her "I found my wife".
Well then...
Long distance dating...
He and I currently live several hours from each other. He has a job and a part-time job but he doesn't work on weekends. My schedule is as flexible as it can be so I have more time to go back and forth. But he did say he would fly down to see me as often as possible.
Folks, stay tuned for what ever is coming next. With my life being what it is, one never knows. 😉
A big "thank you" to Facebook for facilitating the re-connection. 👍🏾
p.s. Today's date has been cancelled. 🔕
No, not because of the re-connect with my teen-age sweetheart.
One, I realized early Wednesday evening that I wasn't in the mood to make the extended drive to meet the guy. Two, I realized late Wednesday evening that I hadn't heard from the guy all day. Three, I might be heading for a weekend at the beach later today.
I sent dude a text cancelling the date. I texted well before midnight so while it was late notice, I don't consider it last-minute notice. Yes, calling him probably would have been better. But I'm pretty sure he'll be okay with it. He seems to be that kinda guy.
Time for bed.
G'night y'all.
I hope everyone reading is doing well.
I sure am. 😀
Despite the monotony of performing mundane chores like laundry, vacuuming, and washing dishes, Wednesday was an intriguing day chez Bliss.
My down time was spent talking and texting with a man I dated briefly when I was in my late teens.
Let's call him the Astronaut.
Brief though our acquaintance was, I was absolutely besotted with the Astronaut. And so he has always had a home in my heart and my thoughts.
About 50 percent of our conversation was him expressing his awe at our virtual reunion. We also talked about a face-to-face reunion, to likely take place in a few weeks, when I go visit my dad.
Ole pack rat that I am, I knew I still had pictures of one never-forgotten weekend we spent together back in 1986. After I scanned in the photos, I uploaded them, then texted them to him.
Although I've seen the photos many times over the intervening years, it had been a long time since I'd last looked at them. Viewing them again brought back a bunch of sweet memories for me, bittersweet memories for him once he saw them. (Via text.)
His mom, who is now deceased, was alive when he and I dated. She was a kind and beautiful woman and I loved her from the moment I met her. He said she felt the same about me. Many years ago, she came to me in a dream as she was dying. Her warm smile and welcoming spirit are lodged in my heart forever.
Sadly, there were no photos of his mom from that weekend but we both know she was there and I think that made it sadder for him. He told me how much he missed her, told me how much she liked me and wanted him to marry me.
Wow.
On a more upbeat note, the Astronaut told me I was his first love. He also said he stills loves me and has been looking for me for decades.
The last part isn't surprising because I've looked for him many times over the years too. Not to rekindle, but because I'd always wondered where he was, how his life had turned out after his mom died. There was also something I needed to tell him.
Shortly after we rang off the first time, he texted me to say his sister would be calling me. She did and we had a brief, pleasant conversation about her brother. During our chat, she said he'd told her "I found my wife".
Well then...
Long distance dating...
He and I currently live several hours from each other. He has a job and a part-time job but he doesn't work on weekends. My schedule is as flexible as it can be so I have more time to go back and forth. But he did say he would fly down to see me as often as possible.
Folks, stay tuned for what ever is coming next. With my life being what it is, one never knows. 😉
A big "thank you" to Facebook for facilitating the re-connection. 👍🏾
p.s. Today's date has been cancelled. 🔕
No, not because of the re-connect with my teen-age sweetheart.
One, I realized early Wednesday evening that I wasn't in the mood to make the extended drive to meet the guy. Two, I realized late Wednesday evening that I hadn't heard from the guy all day. Three, I might be heading for a weekend at the beach later today.
I sent dude a text cancelling the date. I texted well before midnight so while it was late notice, I don't consider it last-minute notice. Yes, calling him probably would have been better. But I'm pretty sure he'll be okay with it. He seems to be that kinda guy.
Time for bed.
G'night y'all.
Tuesday, August 15, 2017
803.
Happy Tuesday folks.
I hope everyone is feeling swell today.
I'm good emotionally and psychologically. Physically I'm feeling a bit sluggish. But I'm trying to get it in gear so I can be ready for my early evening date.
Which will now be a late afternoon date, as I was given the option by my potential suitor.
We're also switching to Tex-Mex. Partly because I've had two dates at the Cajun spot in the past two years (one of them was my first date with the Hunk) but mostly because I'm just not that a big fan of that restaurant or Cajun food.
For folks who like gumbo and such, it's probably somewhere to frequent. But I don't eat gumbo so once a year at that place is good enough for me.
Any way folks, Google maps is saying I need to leave home by 3:20 to arrive at my location on time. It's almost 2 p.m. and y'all know I'm a tidsoptimist of the best kind. Not because I like being late but because the clock is not my friend. 😁
Also because my life of leisure just lends itself more to a sashay than a trot. 😜
If anyone is interested in learning how others like me get along in the world, check this out: The Tidsoptimist: 10 Confessions Of The Chronically Late. 😛
Of course we're not all the same but I can say numbers one (1) and two (2) definitely apply to me. Number four (4) describes me occasionally but not in an extreme way. (I don't have the apps on my phone and I don't sit at the laptop all day.)
Number eight (8) has been an occasional problem as well. Number nine (9) too...
Number 10 is an excuse I've used but on the occasions that it's been true. Seriously.
I see that something really really really important has been left off the list. Maybe it only applies to me (or a small-ish percentage of us Tids): blogging. 😂
Aaaaaannnnnnnd I'm outta here! 👋🏾
I hope everyone is feeling swell today.
I'm good emotionally and psychologically. Physically I'm feeling a bit sluggish. But I'm trying to get it in gear so I can be ready for my early evening date.
Which will now be a late afternoon date, as I was given the option by my potential suitor.
We're also switching to Tex-Mex. Partly because I've had two dates at the Cajun spot in the past two years (one of them was my first date with the Hunk) but mostly because I'm just not that a big fan of that restaurant or Cajun food.
For folks who like gumbo and such, it's probably somewhere to frequent. But I don't eat gumbo so once a year at that place is good enough for me.
Any way folks, Google maps is saying I need to leave home by 3:20 to arrive at my location on time. It's almost 2 p.m. and y'all know I'm a tidsoptimist of the best kind. Not because I like being late but because the clock is not my friend. 😁
Also because my life of leisure just lends itself more to a sashay than a trot. 😜
If anyone is interested in learning how others like me get along in the world, check this out: The Tidsoptimist: 10 Confessions Of The Chronically Late. 😛
Of course we're not all the same but I can say numbers one (1) and two (2) definitely apply to me. Number four (4) describes me occasionally but not in an extreme way. (I don't have the apps on my phone and I don't sit at the laptop all day.)
Number eight (8) has been an occasional problem as well. Number nine (9) too...
Number 10 is an excuse I've used but on the occasions that it's been true. Seriously.
I see that something really really really important has been left off the list. Maybe it only applies to me (or a small-ish percentage of us Tids): blogging. 😂
Aaaaaannnnnnnd I'm outta here! 👋🏾
802.
Update on upcoming dates:
- Tuesday evening: dinner at a local Cajun restaurant. 🍤 🍥 🍖🍴
- Thursday tea and... at a coffee shop many miles away. 🍰 🍵 🍪 🍩
That is all.
Monday, August 14, 2017
801.
Happy Monday folks.
It's a warm sunny day in my neck of the woods.
There is lots to do today but I've been relaxing. Again.
For the past several hours I've been craving a succulent pork chop with mashed potatoes and a huge green salad. 😋
It's not likely I'll get that meal so I'm thinking about dinner at my favorite local Mexican restaurant.
Something I forgot to share with y'all the other day:
I dreamed I was in a shop trying on wedding dresses. I found one I liked and was allowed to take it home to try it on for my mom.
When I tried it on for my mom, I looked in the mirror and the dress had become a different dress. It was a shade of aqua green, covered in sequins of the same color, form-fitting, knee-length, with cap sleeves that stopped a few inches below the shoulders.
Hmmmm...
Green is on my list of least favorite colors however I don't mind a particular shade with more of a blue hue.
But it was supposed to be my wedding dress and it was white (off-white?) when I left the store with it and a totally different style.
Who wants to get married in green? 😕
It's a warm sunny day in my neck of the woods.
There is lots to do today but I've been relaxing. Again.
For the past several hours I've been craving a succulent pork chop with mashed potatoes and a huge green salad. 😋
It's not likely I'll get that meal so I'm thinking about dinner at my favorite local Mexican restaurant.
Something I forgot to share with y'all the other day:
I dreamed I was in a shop trying on wedding dresses. I found one I liked and was allowed to take it home to try it on for my mom.
When I tried it on for my mom, I looked in the mirror and the dress had become a different dress. It was a shade of aqua green, covered in sequins of the same color, form-fitting, knee-length, with cap sleeves that stopped a few inches below the shoulders.
Hmmmm...
Green is on my list of least favorite colors however I don't mind a particular shade with more of a blue hue.
But it was supposed to be my wedding dress and it was white (off-white?) when I left the store with it and a totally different style.
Who wants to get married in green? 😕
Sunday, August 13, 2017
798.
So I've decided to accept a date for a late dinner 🍝 and dessert 🍧 at a 24-hour diner down in the big city. 😋
I've been inside for the past several days and I feel like being social for a few hours. 😁
We've been e-mailing, texting, and talking for a couple of days. It's probably time to meet and see what the face-to-face chemistry is like. 😀
Time to get it in gear!
More later y'all. 👋
797.
Happy Sunday folks and blessed be!
I hope everyone is somewhere safe and happy, physically and mentally.
It's been a very relaxing day chez Bliss.
I've been eating and drinking with abandon: a half cup of strawberries, two fried eggs and a cup of cinnamon applesauce -- organic cinnamon...
Lots of talking and texting with one of my sistas as well as a few would-be paramours.
I also got a call from the ex-husband and I'm happy to say he's still with us. (Side note: I still plan to call him later this week. Something was definitely off about that call last night.)
Surprisingly, I've gotten several (four - 4) offers for same-day dates today. I say "surprisingly" because if I recall correctly, Sunday is usually pretty slow on the dating site.
To them I say: thank you for your interest however we won't be meeting if we have nothing in common.
But I've been noticing a trend lately. It seems that men in the 50-and-over demographic -- in addition to being (mostly) immature -- are all singing the same Al Green song:
I hope everyone is somewhere safe and happy, physically and mentally.
It's been a very relaxing day chez Bliss.
I've been eating and drinking with abandon: a half cup of strawberries, two fried eggs and a cup of cinnamon applesauce -- organic cinnamon...
Lots of talking and texting with one of my sistas as well as a few would-be paramours.
I also got a call from the ex-husband and I'm happy to say he's still with us. (Side note: I still plan to call him later this week. Something was definitely off about that call last night.)
Surprisingly, I've gotten several (four - 4) offers for same-day dates today. I say "surprisingly" because if I recall correctly, Sunday is usually pretty slow on the dating site.
To them I say: thank you for your interest however we won't be meeting if we have nothing in common.
But I've been noticing a trend lately. It seems that men in the 50-and-over demographic -- in addition to being (mostly) immature -- are all singing the same Al Green song:
My momma was a huge Al Green fan and I love this song. (Check out his hair too y'all.) And sometimes I don't like being alone either. But desperation has a bad smell to it. So does wanting to be in a relationship to ensure being "taken care of" by someone in old age or illness.
Now if all parties enter the relationship with an understanding of the exact terms and all agree, then by all means, rock on.
If I've said it once here, I've said it often and will again: my next long-term partner will be everything I need and at least 98 percent of what I want.
I do believe in love! I do believe in love. I do, I do, I do, I do, I do believe in love! 💕💕💕
And I want everyone else to believe in love too. But I get it that some may not. 😞
My prayer for me: that I am always content enough to enjoy my own company and loved enough to have someone willing to help me when I need it.
Amen. 😌
Saturday, August 12, 2017
796.
Good, good, good evening everyone. 👋🏽👋🏽👋🏽
It's been an interesting day chez Bliss. Mostly relaxing and quiet but there was a bit of excitement.
Several hours of my day were spent talking to a few guys I met on one of the online dating sites I'm registered with.
The conversations were... interesting. Maybe I should no longer be amazed at the (relative) immaturity of men in the 50-and-over demographic but I am. 😞
Don't misunderstand me folks. There is nothing wrong with being youthful. Childish, on the other hand, is a total turn off. 👎🏽 Sadly, the two are often mistaken for being interchangeable. 😞
In other news, I received a strange phone call from one of my ex-husbands today. He said he was in town for an event.
Cool.
I thought he was gonna say he wanted to hang out or meet for dinner.
He didn't so I asked him if he wanted to meet. He said he wouldn't be able to. I asked him several questions about his visit and his answers were odd, cryptic. Like he couldn't say what he wanted to say or wouldn't for some odd reason.
It was a strange conversation, like a something important was hanging in the silence.
Then he said he would see me next time he came to town. I agreed and we rang off.
Unsettling. 😕
About an hour ago I texted him to ask if he's okay. No response. Nothing for me to do at this point except say a prayer for his safety and make a note to call him one day next week.
Stay tuned...
795.
Happy Saturday folks.
It's a dreary day chez Bliss.
Inside, my home looks like a small tornado touched down and the clean up has yet to begin. Outside, the skies are white, white, white. It rained earlier and the cloud cover remains intact.
No worries because although I've been thinking about making a plantain chips run, I probably won't go out today.
I stayed in last night because I was tired. The guy who asked me to hang out texted me a shirtless photos a few hours after I told him I wasn't coming out. Funny and enticing but if you've seen one pic of sexy super-tight chocolate abs, you've seen 'em all, yes? 😯😬😜
If he'd sent me a picture of chicken nachos or lemon pepper wings, I might have been able to energize myself enough to meet him for dinner. 😁
I'm feeling sluggish right now. Probably too much glucose in my system because I ate a peach for breakfast. Should have eaten almonds with it.
Nothing much on the telly except cooking shows and cartoons. I do enjoy some of the cooking shows but they make me hungry.
Oooohhh look! The skies have turned blue and the sun is now gracing our day. 🌞
Cool!
It's likely I'm still not going out but I'm gonna open my front door to let more light in. Not too wide though because I'll probably doze off at some point. I really am tired.
I'm also hungry but don't feel like cooking. 😫😪😩
Woe is me!
Friday, August 11, 2017
794.
Good morning and Happy Friday y'all!
It's another day of emotional overload for me. It's definitely a confluence of several things: my feelings about what happened between the Hunk and I, the current Mercury retrograde, whatever hormonal phase I'm in right now due to my menstrual cycle and peri-menopause...
When I woke up, I felt fine. I've had a busy day talking to friends, doing laundry, washing dishes, fixing and eating lunch. It's only been in the past hour or two that I've begun to feel like I don't want to see or talk to anyone.
I went out to sweep my porch about 20 minutes ago and a hummingbird flew up to me, inches from my face. It looked at me, fluttered it's wings at hyper-speed for a few seconds, then flew back the way it had come.
Shocked and delighted, I immediately thought of the Hunk and burst into tears. 😟 One of the evenings we sat intertwined on his front steps, we observed and talked about all the hummingbirds flitting about in his yard and his neighbor's yard across the street.
I've lived here five years and while I have seen a few hummingbirds from a distance in the past several months (a downstairs neighbor one building over has a bird feeder in her yard), this is the first time in my life that I've had a personal visit from a hummingbird.
Blessed be!
Tears streaming, I googled the hummingbird totem and was immediately comforted by what I read.
If any of you want to know what it was, it's here: Hummingbird Animal Totem and Symbolic Hummingbird Meanings and here: Hummingbird Medicine (I love this one. 💕)
Speaking of Mercury retrograde, I know some of you are wondering if any of the exes have come calling.
Of course they have. 😎
One guy (who I won't name but who's been mentioned more times than any other guy I've dated over the years) contacted me online asking if he could call me. Short story: the answer was no.
Another guy -- let's call him the Jock -- (who I had one date with last year and didn't care to see again and who's been asking me off and on for another date for a year) invited me out last weekend. I went because I'd been inside all week and wanted to get out.
It wasn't what I'd call a date. He was out of town for an event and visiting family. I drove up Friday afternoon, hung out with him until late afternoon, met his grandma (a sweetheart) and mom (a pistol and a lot of fun), hung out with him and his mom that evening, slept on his sofa overnight, and headed back home before noon the next day.
There was a Goodwill up the street from where we stayed. Of course I had to make a pit stop on my way home. Two hours later, I left with a skirted bikini bottom in navy blue.
All in all, it was a pleasant enough distraction.
So now, a week later, homeboy is still calling and texting me. I'm not sure what his end game is but my bad for hanging out with dude.
Yes, yes, yes, it is true that I am a woman with a certain je ne sais quoi. And I know it makes me irresistible to a certain segment of the population. 😘
However, nothing remotely romantic happened between the Jock and I. We talked, laughed, ate, went to a social event (where about 95 percent of my time was spent with his momma because he was otherwise engaged), and slept in the same room.
He did bring up the fact that he'd recently retired from his second job and was contemplating retiring this year (a year early) from his decades-long career in sports. He also casually (?) mentioned that he could expect a rather hefty monthly income in retirement due to a canny investment made early in his career.
Ummm... Okay.
I have a rule about discussing money with people, their money or mine: I don't, unless it is absolutely necessary. With a few rare exceptions, I stick to this rule. There are friends who have known me for decades, know nothing about my finances, and never will.
The Jock's revelations made me uncomfortable. One, because I don't need to know anything about his money. Two, because I wasn't sure why he told me.
My guess is that it was bait of some sort.
Although I sometimes joke with my family that my next marriage will be for money (because I have always married for love), I am not and will never be the much-maligned gold digger.
True, my next partner will be a generous man of means. 😉 But there has to be so much more than that. Any man who would woo me using his money, influence, or acquaintances is a man who believes one or more of those things is the best he can offer me.
And sadly, if he believes it, it is so. 😔
No thank you.
My man and I will be good to and for each other, madly in love, best friends, incredible lovers, and compatible in all the ways that will make our relationship Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. 😍😍😍
Seriously.
Any who folks, this post has taken way too long to write. I've taken a lunch break, laundry breaks, bathroom breaks...
I think I need a nap.
I also have an offer of a date at 7 with a guy I've gone out with before. He knows we're not each other's type. He just wants someone to hang out with tonight.
I also have an offer of a date at 7 with a guy I've gone out with before. He knows we're not each other's type. He just wants someone to hang out with tonight.
He's cool so we'll see. 😄
Wednesday, August 9, 2017
793.
Howdy folks.
A sista is tired.
I went out for groceries today. It was a three-store adventure. First was my local grocery store, where I intended to get one item (plantain chips). Like I was really gonna get outta there with one item... 😜
There were several items on sale that I absolutely needed and $30 later, I was heading for the parking lot and my second stop.
At Aldi (second stop) I picked up two of my favorite and most necessary items: a seeded watermelon and almond butter. Another $30 spent.
At Target, my third and final stop, I found what I'd been craving: organic peaches. I also treated myself to my favorite flavor of Kevita. After grabbing a few staples (eggs, grapes, apples...), I sashayed over to self-checkout.
Another $22 shucked from my wallet and I was outta there.
During my shopping spree, I saw several things that reminded me of the Hunk. My mind drifted to thoughts of our time together and the aftermath (which would be now until...).
Maybe it's just because it's that time of the month but I had to fight to hold my tears. Literally. Mainly because I was out and didn't want to muss my make up.
I know for certain that he is not the man for me. Which does make me a little sad. I fell head over heels for the man I thought he was, the man he thought he was, the man I would love madly and forever if he had been the man he's not. 😞
We had so much in common, many similar life experiences, a chemistry that was off the charts...
And although I love where I live and didn't want to move to his location, although I didn't like riding in his sports car, even though I felt like his deck was unsafe, and I didn't like how he had electrical cords running under rugs and carpets, of all the men I've dated in the past few years, as of today, the Hunk is the one man I felt super connected to.
Even so, the issues that separate us -- that torment him -- are entirely too serious for me to even think about overlooking.
La vida... It is what it is, he is who he is, I am who I am. 😐
But there is also the red string...
It might sound weird to some of you, dear readers, but I know it will resonate with at least one of you. The Hunk and I share a karmic connection that is deeper than romance. A past-life situation, our DNA... I can't say for sure. But our birthmarks were mirror images and we had lots of moles in the same locations. Once he looked at a photo of us and said we looked like brother and sister. 😱 I did see a faint resemblance but not enough to say we were related. 😌
However, I logged into AncestryDNA one day while I was at his home and there was a list of last names for some sort of community DNA links. (If I understood correctly, community DNA links are links based on my DNA and the area I'm from.) Although there is no one in my family with the Hunk's last name (and I can trace back several generations on both sides), his last name was on my community DNA list.
That was freaky and gave me a creepy feeling. 😟😨
The time I spent with the Hunk is now catalogued in my personal history under Things I'll Probably Never Figure Out.
I don't mean why things didn't work out between us. I believe know that answer. My question is why we met at all. Although in a previous post I said I thought I knew, it's possible the complete answer may never be revealed to me. 😶
Que sera, sera...
As time passes, my gift for processing and releasing undesirable events will help the less-than-positive aspects of our interaction fade.
Good for me.
And although I don't believe I will ever see the Hunk again in real life, I know he will always lurk in the periphery of my waking thoughts, possibly visit me in my dreams.
My prayer for him: that he is one day able to receive healing and know the freedom that comes with self-acceptance and self-love.
My prayer for me: that I am ever more resilient, always willing to look at myself, see myself, and be ever willing to make any adjustment(s) necessary for my healing and highest good.
Amen.
A sista is tired.
I went out for groceries today. It was a three-store adventure. First was my local grocery store, where I intended to get one item (plantain chips). Like I was really gonna get outta there with one item... 😜
There were several items on sale that I absolutely needed and $30 later, I was heading for the parking lot and my second stop.
At Aldi (second stop) I picked up two of my favorite and most necessary items: a seeded watermelon and almond butter. Another $30 spent.
At Target, my third and final stop, I found what I'd been craving: organic peaches. I also treated myself to my favorite flavor of Kevita. After grabbing a few staples (eggs, grapes, apples...), I sashayed over to self-checkout.
Another $22 shucked from my wallet and I was outta there.
During my shopping spree, I saw several things that reminded me of the Hunk. My mind drifted to thoughts of our time together and the aftermath (which would be now until...).
Maybe it's just because it's that time of the month but I had to fight to hold my tears. Literally. Mainly because I was out and didn't want to muss my make up.
I know for certain that he is not the man for me. Which does make me a little sad. I fell head over heels for the man I thought he was, the man he thought he was, the man I would love madly and forever if he had been the man he's not. 😞
We had so much in common, many similar life experiences, a chemistry that was off the charts...
And although I love where I live and didn't want to move to his location, although I didn't like riding in his sports car, even though I felt like his deck was unsafe, and I didn't like how he had electrical cords running under rugs and carpets, of all the men I've dated in the past few years, as of today, the Hunk is the one man I felt super connected to.
Even so, the issues that separate us -- that torment him -- are entirely too serious for me to even think about overlooking.
La vida... It is what it is, he is who he is, I am who I am. 😐
But there is also the red string...
It might sound weird to some of you, dear readers, but I know it will resonate with at least one of you. The Hunk and I share a karmic connection that is deeper than romance. A past-life situation, our DNA... I can't say for sure. But our birthmarks were mirror images and we had lots of moles in the same locations. Once he looked at a photo of us and said we looked like brother and sister. 😱 I did see a faint resemblance but not enough to say we were related. 😌
However, I logged into AncestryDNA one day while I was at his home and there was a list of last names for some sort of community DNA links. (If I understood correctly, community DNA links are links based on my DNA and the area I'm from.) Although there is no one in my family with the Hunk's last name (and I can trace back several generations on both sides), his last name was on my community DNA list.
That was freaky and gave me a creepy feeling. 😟😨
The time I spent with the Hunk is now catalogued in my personal history under Things I'll Probably Never Figure Out.
I don't mean why things didn't work out between us. I believe know that answer. My question is why we met at all. Although in a previous post I said I thought I knew, it's possible the complete answer may never be revealed to me. 😶
Que sera, sera...
As time passes, my gift for processing and releasing undesirable events will help the less-than-positive aspects of our interaction fade.
Good for me.
And although I don't believe I will ever see the Hunk again in real life, I know he will always lurk in the periphery of my waking thoughts, possibly visit me in my dreams.
My prayer for him: that he is one day able to receive healing and know the freedom that comes with self-acceptance and self-love.
My prayer for me: that I am ever more resilient, always willing to look at myself, see myself, and be ever willing to make any adjustment(s) necessary for my healing and highest good.
Amen.
792.
Good morning folks.
A few minutes ago I saw a video that I'm sharing here.
It's covers a topic that is sadly often taboo in the African-American community. I hope it helps someone.
DMC from Run DMC on Mental Health and why it's good to talk.
Amen.
A few minutes ago I saw a video that I'm sharing here.
It's covers a topic that is sadly often taboo in the African-American community. I hope it helps someone.
DMC from Run DMC on Mental Health and why it's good to talk.
Amen.
Tuesday, August 8, 2017
791.
Hello everyone.
Just a quick update:
First, thank you to everyone for the prayers, positive energy, healing thoughts, and all things wonderful sent my way. I appreciate you all and send virtual rainbows 🌈, sparkles ✨✨✨, and lots of love 💕💕💕 in exchange.
An update on my dad: I talked to him today. He was in good spirits and his voice was strong but he was very forgetful. I know cognitive issues can be common post-stroke so I'm not overly worried but it is disquieting.
It's another reminder that daddy's health is definitely declining. My prayer for him is that he's at peace with his life and remembers that he is loved by many. Amen.
My grandma is healing quite well and has already resumed many of her favorite grandmotherly activities. 😁
Baby Bliss and I took in a movie earlier this evening. We saw "The Dark Tower". Not as bad as some of the critics (both paid and those of the backseat driver variety) made it sound.
Yes, there were seven (or eight) books in the series. (None of which I read, big huge Stephen King fan that I am... 😩)
No, this movie does not have time to cover the whole series. Big whoop. There's no way I can think of to compress that much material into one movie and this one only runs for an hour and a half.
So why see the movie then complain that it didn't accurately reflect the books? 😆😐😶
Any way, Baby Bliss and I enjoyed lots of aspects of the movie. Maybe there will be another installment...
On another note, sometimes when I come home after dark there is a single cockroach waiting for me on my porch. It's always sitting right where it can be seen. I'm not sure if it's the same cockroach each time but it's like it's waiting to make sure I get in safely. 😉
If I've already shared this information, please forgive me. I don't remember and I'm not gonna go back to check. Also, some of you may not know either. What's a few re-hashed stories between friends right? 😁
But I'm sure lots of you know that I believe in signs and omens, dreams and red strings of fate, yes?
And there's the animal totem thing as well. Which also extends to insects. (Y'all know where this is going right?)
Although they are on my list of Things to Never Bring into the House, cockroaches do have an interesting totem story. If I shared it before, feel free to ignore the link. If you don't know what I'm talking about, read here: Cockroach Animal Totem.
G'night y'all. 😴😴😴
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