Lazy Saturday...
I should be changing the front brakes on my Jeep, but I got a little too sauced last night. I am just now beginning to feel like I usually do. I decided to cook some rice and start there. I watched a lot of crap TV this morning, as I have a habit of getting some sleep and never being able to sleep much past 7. That might be because Aidan has taken to roaming the house, belting out his good morning chant in his loudest voice. Once I actually get out of bed and let the sweet little monster outside, there is really no point in returning to bed. The other cats are now wide awake, as am I. The thought of returning to be is met with the reality that the cats would prevent slumber.
So now, there is a playlist running its course and saffron seeping its way into my rice. I need to shave. I did have some dreams last night. I remember them. Well, parts. It seems I had a dream about the pub. It was a little while into the future and the regulars were still there. Shawn was there, which is how I know it was a dream. One of those that will definitely not play out in the real world. We were all smiling and laughing, and I had this amazing feeling. I guess it was a brief glimpse of clarity. I saw myself. I was proud. I know, sounds odd. Here I am, paying too much money for beer and whiskey, hanging out with people that I have never been in the sunlight with. But I was proud. And I awoke with that pride. I guess it's been a little while since I felt like things were going well in my life. Last year really had a lot of delightful things. This year has yet to blossom for me. Maybe last night's dream was a sign.
I never went into much detail about my Taos trip. Mainly because it is something I kinda wish never happened. It sounds bad. I can't really explain yet. I need to get some distance and perspective first. I hope that makes sense. Because it does in my head. Taos is such a beautiful place, rife with opportunity and treats for the eyes and soul. And I feel like I squandered that.
On a happy note, I like the trends I have placed myself in. Getting back into shape and eating better. The pub really doesn't fit into that too well. Some would see this as a chance for me to pipe up and ask those I enjoy to spend some time outside of the pub. I'll have to give some thought to that.
I love the smell of rice. The look in a cat's eyes when you wake them up by petting them, because you just can't stand how cute they are and you have to ruin it. The taste of goat cheese on a steak with sundried tomatoes. Penfold's Koonunga Hill Cab Merlot. Cold water rushing down a waterfall pounding on my back back in my college days, listening to David playing Van Morisson's "Brown Eyed Girl". Waking up in a tent to the soothing sounds of the nature we often forget about. Rolling ove in bed to find that someone is there, and not just someone...someone you love.
I've never been one for a one night stand. I have a lot of "friends" that consider that weird behavior. What works for them, just doesn't fit into my life and I feel great about that. I adore the fact that if I find myself in the embrace of a woman, it's a woman that I don't wish to leave the sight of.
OK, my rice is done and hopefully I have sated you for a spell longer.
-Rich
So now, there is a playlist running its course and saffron seeping its way into my rice. I need to shave. I did have some dreams last night. I remember them. Well, parts. It seems I had a dream about the pub. It was a little while into the future and the regulars were still there. Shawn was there, which is how I know it was a dream. One of those that will definitely not play out in the real world. We were all smiling and laughing, and I had this amazing feeling. I guess it was a brief glimpse of clarity. I saw myself. I was proud. I know, sounds odd. Here I am, paying too much money for beer and whiskey, hanging out with people that I have never been in the sunlight with. But I was proud. And I awoke with that pride. I guess it's been a little while since I felt like things were going well in my life. Last year really had a lot of delightful things. This year has yet to blossom for me. Maybe last night's dream was a sign.
I never went into much detail about my Taos trip. Mainly because it is something I kinda wish never happened. It sounds bad. I can't really explain yet. I need to get some distance and perspective first. I hope that makes sense. Because it does in my head. Taos is such a beautiful place, rife with opportunity and treats for the eyes and soul. And I feel like I squandered that.
On a happy note, I like the trends I have placed myself in. Getting back into shape and eating better. The pub really doesn't fit into that too well. Some would see this as a chance for me to pipe up and ask those I enjoy to spend some time outside of the pub. I'll have to give some thought to that.
I love the smell of rice. The look in a cat's eyes when you wake them up by petting them, because you just can't stand how cute they are and you have to ruin it. The taste of goat cheese on a steak with sundried tomatoes. Penfold's Koonunga Hill Cab Merlot. Cold water rushing down a waterfall pounding on my back back in my college days, listening to David playing Van Morisson's "Brown Eyed Girl". Waking up in a tent to the soothing sounds of the nature we often forget about. Rolling ove in bed to find that someone is there, and not just someone...someone you love.
I've never been one for a one night stand. I have a lot of "friends" that consider that weird behavior. What works for them, just doesn't fit into my life and I feel great about that. I adore the fact that if I find myself in the embrace of a woman, it's a woman that I don't wish to leave the sight of.
OK, my rice is done and hopefully I have sated you for a spell longer.
-Rich
posted by Rich at 3/11/2006 01:12:00 PM
3 Comments:
How did I miss this post? Im just now reading it WTF? What a dolt am I!
Delicious. Thanks for this post Rich. As I read your words I could feel them take substance in my mouth--creating a desire to chew softly and swallow. I felt like I could really taste this day and your, "Let-me-just-rollover-and-smell-the-pillow-a-little-bit-longer," kind of mood.
I wonder who you are, anonymous. There are, indeed, a few souls posting as anonymous. I love you all. Sometimes I go back and reread some of these posts and find a gem...a new comment somewhere in the annals of my blog. I love making enough impact on someone that they write back with words that compel me to do the same. I hope to read more from you soon...
-Rich
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