5 Days of Silence and Then...

It's almost embarrassing that I have let five days go by without blogging. Obviously, I cannot relate all that has happened in these last five days, but will give a brief and utterly incomplete synopsis.

I took pictures, too. Lots of them. The only one I will post is this one, the 'bride' and 'groom' exchanging a kiss outside the church:



I enjoyed myself alot during the few days I was with my family. It was great to see brothers, sisters, niece, nephew, in-laws of various stripes, etc. I would like to do that more often. As a geezer, I see the value in it that I sometimes did not before.

My first book may be entitled, "Be a Good Geezer." People don't seem to understand the term as I intend it. I want my book to explain. It will explain more of me, too, and will reveal a softer side that only a few know about. Generally, I am a crusty old bastard, but just beneath the surface is someone most people would not know. He's the one who will actually write the book. He's the one who will offer the advice, give the guidance, and accept the ridicule of everyone around him for having written the book. All that having been said, I think my message and the way I want to say it can be breathtaking, if I have the right editor with the right motives and skills. What I have to say could inform the Democratic party's message, but probably won't. What I have to say is more likely to bring the fringe good people to the center of the table, and give them the audacity to say what they think.

If I ever write that book, look for a blinding condemnation of organized religion, coupled with a call for tolerance and appreciation and acceptance of the faithful. Look for a soft-hearted socialist with a hard-hearted insistence on financial performance and business performance. Look for someone who wants to offer tolerance and integration as ideals, but who will stop hard and firm at the more rigorous and more ridiculous tenets of any...of every...religion.

I want to write that book, because tonight I feel like I have something to say. We'll see if that lasts.

My friends, the Perils, are coping with snow and cold weather and things foreign and strange to me. According to the weatherpeople, my favorite wife and I can expect something akin to the Perils' experience in the not-too-distant future. But in Dallas, freezing temperatures mean ice...and ice means drunken drivers (and sober drivers who are paralyzed with fear when the temps drop below 50)...and that adds up to ugly. I hope Isbelita and Phil stay safe and warm and drink just enough warming alcohol to enjoy the scenery. I hope I can either plan to be in the office with a full contingent of staff...or incapable of getting in and, so, excused for my absence.

Let's see...what else? My sister from California and I had some really interesting conversations while she was visiting...philosophical interchanges and discussions of liberal and conservative philosophy and comments and conversations about living in foreign lands. I'm pumped about going to Mexico again soon. Maybe my lovely wife and I wlll stay this year...probably not, though. Unless we find a hotel to buy that we can afford...and that my sister wants to buy, as well.