Friday Music - Grimes

Dancing to this song...

Seduce

Friends showed me things...

As my state altered, the pair of nymphs, after flirting with my mind, undulated and grinded, enticingly, to b'lieve I'm going down...

Friday Music - C Duncan

We both wrap ourselves in lies, each one of us trying to feel like we are winning, superior.

Two Years

This is my second anniversary of my first attempt at getting sober.  When the days get darker, and the holidays get closer, I can feel the tugging, the pulling, ever so slightly.

"Come back!  You remember the wine with the turkey, the warm Drambuie with a slice of pecan pie, the bold red wine with a prime rib dinner and the spiced wine at a winter outdoor event.  It was FUN!  You can always control it, you can stop at one drink."

Then you remember the guzzling of whiskey, drowning the make believe pain your addiction had created; it laughing at you as you obeyed.  You remember never sobering up completely, the numerous times you almost were caught, your brain not working right, the mistakes you were making.  You think about your kids, and how much more they like you sober; how it would break them to lose you a second time.

Never again.

Friday Music - Marina and the Diamonds

Pop music is alive and well in Wales!

October 31st

Who wants to hear a ghost story?

This photo:

is my ghost photo.  I'd been walking along the coast near Galway, Ireland.  I was on this very quaint Irish walking path and I walked past an old man.  We were the only ones on the path that afternoon.  He was moving really slow, so I got past him pretty quickly.  I walked about 100 ft and turned around to see this idyllic Irish scene, and so I took a picture.  I actually framed the photo with the old man blocking the sun to try to get more color in it.   This was back in the days of film in cameras, so I didn't get to see the image until I had returned stateside.

As you can see on the picture, this was a flat area with no turns or buildings in it, outside of the shack in the far distance.  The old man wasn't in the photo. I thought a long time, but there seemed to be no way he could have either gotten past me, turned off to where I could've not seen him wandering across the grass, or have turned around and made it back to the shack.  For goodness sake, I distinctly remember his head blocking the sun when I took the shot.

When I went back to Ireland two years later I went to the same spot.  I looked and still could not see where the old man could have gone.  I know I saw him.

Happy Halloween.

October 30th