Yesterday was Monday

I would like to be funny all the time, but the world isn’t always funny to me, I’m just going to talk about what I did yesterday. Um, I mostly just fucked around. The posted pic (I know, the quality is screwed, give me a fucking break) I took to share with my honey in an email with the text that I put on it, but will post it here also. There is an overlook on Front Street just before going down a hill into the waterfront part of town. That little strip of land out there is the spit that I mention at times. Where I go to get some solitude, be with nature and Goddess, fly kites, look for special stones, shells, things like that. I took that pic yesterday and it wasn’t a clear day but 18 miles on the other side is Victoria, Canada. Um, and some bat shit crazy people, Canadians are fun, never met one I didn’t like.

And they leave their hookers alone as much as they can to provide their services as I understand it. Not a perfect setup, but better than in this screwed up Christian town I live in. They just need to legalize them to make sure they are checked often so they aren’t spreading bad things around. I haven’t been there, but as I understand it you can go there and look in the Yellow Pages under escort services and have one come to your hotel room. Okay, spirit hasn’t got a problem with that, everyone should be able to have their needs taken care of. I’ve been tempted to go over there a few times myself but I’m looking for something else, lets call it the perfect spiritual/cosmic, um, never mind, she knows what I mean.

Cher, if you read this post, I’m not the pool player I used to be, I use the excuse that my glasses screw me up. :-) Actually I seldom shoot pool anymore and it’s likely that you would whip my butt. Well, if we both had just the right amount of booze in us it might be mighty close. LOL

I made some pretty good biscuits yesterday morning. Ran out of commercial baking mix and I can make it twice as cheap from scratch so I’m making my own mixes from now on. And of course I have to mess with the recipes in my Betty Crocker cookbook cuz that’s just how I am.

I went to Peggy’s and put a starter in a kitchen florescent fixture under a cupboard and sprayed her bathroom ceiling with mold killer. I think that no one ever checks and cleans their bathroom exhaust fans. The intakes, motor, and squirrel cage was just packed with dust, I run into this all the time. Hers is an older good quality unit so I’m going to try to save it rather than install a new piece of crap. Brought it home to clean up and oil and if it sounds good I will reinstall it.

Beer church was on the way home so I stopped for one beer to see what was going on. I call it beer church but I and one other man that drops in at times are the only truly spiritual people that drop in there. Still, they see me as their spiritualist or minister and I serve them for weddings, deaths, and sometimes spiritual advice if they ask for it. Otherwise I try to not talk about such things, I’m there to relax and get away from that some and act like any other human.

When I returned from Peggy’s, Mary was at Helen’s checking her blood pressure so she checked mine also. It was fine, with a heart rate of a cool calm 60. Considering how I’ve treated my body over the years I’ve held up amazingly well. Yeah, spirit is still just a lean mean sex machine. LOL

Anyway, whateverthefuck, maybe I’ll make Monday’s cussing Monday. I put a more serious post on my other blog this morning also. Don’t go read it, my heavy posts expect you to learn how to think. Oh, it’s raining here this morning, it’s okay, allows the spirits to live here in physical forms.

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC