Grrr. Printers. Technology. The world.

[joegoda]

From Pockets' mind, on this side of the dimensional rift:

I think I'd like to live on a quiet farm somewhere. Somewhere that has it's own electricity, and yes, I know the concepts behind wind, methane, solar (both passive and active), the Joe Cell concept, and a few others that are exclusively my own... I think. I'd like a place where I can get my hands in the dirt and smell the soil and see growing things and share in just existing with all the other things on and in and around the world.

I'd share it with my friends, if they'd want. I'd share it with whomever struck me as needing such a place to be, until such time as they didn't need it anymore. When they were done with it, I'd politely remind them that they really do have lives to lead, and that my place is just a rest stop. That is, unless, they needed it for the rest of their lives, which is a possibility. I know I would.

Mean people, those that just live their lives believing the world owes them something would be welcome too. They could stay for a while, or a day, or a week, as long as they lived their lives respectful of the other inhabitants, both human and non. If not, then they would leave. I've found that the pressure of not fitting to be the best movitator for moving on.

All those that I love would be welcome to stay for as long as they wanted to, because one of the reasons I love them is that they recognise that more times than not, I prefer my own company to that of other people. They would be welcome to stay and play, make merry, make whoopie, make mud pies if they felt like it. Forever and a day, if they wished, all with the understanding that I may join, or I may not. I gain as much enjoyment, if not more, from hearing the laughter and singing and cooing and oogling of the ones I love than joining it. I may make noises as though I don't find it particularly pleasant, but in truth, if those that I care about are singing and playing and acting like children, then nothing brings to my heart gladder tidings. I grumpet I may be, but a grumpet that loves his people.

And though it has the flavor of a commune, that old concept of free love, freely shared, with shared responsibility, it is not. You see, this would be my land, and my responsibility. Those that came seeking respite would be free to help with the chores, or free not to, because it would be MY chores, on MY place. Not a case of someone else's "have to" at all.

I'm making bread... or trying to, again. This was from one of many boxes sent to me by one of my loved ones, Capi. It's an herbal bread, and I added a few black olives, a few green olives and some pimentos to the mix. It smelled good while I was mixing it, so perhaps this one has half a chance. You see, it doesn't require me to bloom the yeast. In fact, the yeast it uses is already bloomed. In one 12 ounce can of beer. Yes, Bags! BEER! In 50 minutes I hope to have my dinner of herbal olive bread with just a bit of margarine, and a cup of coffee with perhaps some Tulamore Dew and a bit o' whipped cream for adventure.

I'm in a good space. No chest aches like a while back, for those who are wondering. A bit of heat sweat, but that's expected. So is the little ache in my left elbow, caused by some rampant onset of Arthur Writis. Both caused by weather and pressure, I'm sure. I'm not lonely, but an odd thing has happened. I've gotten older.

Part of this last week's merriment included seeing two wonderful friends, both young women. I was in the company of Bags and Griz, of course, never leave home without 'em, so it was a good time all together. The two youngsters were fun to be with, and they paid me the attention due to an odd duck, but I discovered that the more attention paid, the more I felt like... their father, or a very much older brother. Some distant relative, very protective, very loving, but still and all...

I found myself in the men's room at one point, and the mirror stared back at me. That scruffy old guy looked to be me, but much older than I wanted to be. Not that being older will put a damper on any thing that may enter my mind, but it will certainly put a damper on acting upon any thing that might try to reach my extremities. I'm finding that I look upon people not as lovers, but as people, and fondly so. Each woman that I meet, regardless of age, if I find an attraction there, it's because of fondness rather than the lust that encompassed me not less than 10 years ago. Pan is growing up, I'm thinking. And not afraid of it, either.

It's a curiosity shop of feelings and memories I have, dear Reverend Dogdson.

The printer is on the blink, which frustrated me and actually prompted me to write this. I just spent 30 dollars on a black cartridge, so I could print of course. Got it home, put it in, and it printed ONE bit of printing I wanted to do. An envelope. Then it just quit. No color, because the cyan went out, the black was just non-existant, unless you count quarter dots as existant... not letters... quarter dots. Somewhere, perhaps on the world of Morse, it might make sense, but you can't print a decent word in the English language with a quarter dot. I believe I will by a new one at about 10.00 the cost of the cartridge I bought.

It's bout half past baking time for bread, and I must go top it off with an Extra Virgin Olive Oil glaze. I wanted to write, and so I have. Perhaps more of BP&G will emerge towards nightfall.

Love you all. Even you, newlyweds, though I'll probably not say it outloud to anyone. Be safe, Sir Knight, and blessings on your union.

This day, Julie twennyfifthofsinglemalt twooughhtoughtsix, lost in the land of mental musings.

As always, Chester Joegoda Pockets

Comments

[shackrlu.livejournal.com]

Can I have a horse? :-)

[joegoda.livejournal.com]

If you can bring one, you can have one. I imagine there will be horses, since so many of you animal lovers like 'em. Don't expect me to get on one with you, though.

[journiey.livejournal.com]

Ooo Pony Rides! :D

[shackrlu.livejournal.com]

We could have a PB & G wagon and horses to pull it! :-D
I'd tell you how much you were loved.. but you already know that!

[journiey.livejournal.com]

"I'd tell you how much you were loved.. but you already know that!"

I Assume You Are Speaking To Mr Bad Monkey Here, LOL