A beautiful day missed,almost...

You know, as we grow older and supposedly wiser, we some times forget to stop and smell the proverbial roses. Well today was almost one of them. Being in a semi depressed mood and a little pissed about my current state of affairs, as in the movies, (my contemplation of “Harry Carry”{?} spelling?), I almost missed out on a beautiful morning. I didn’t sleep well this morning, waking up at three and having to pee; I couldn’t get back to sleep till almost 5:00 am. I got up, took my meds and my inhalers. I decided as I headed to the shower, I’m not in the mood to stay home and be a total waste today. With that in mind, I got my ass out of the house at about twenty five after nine, just after the mail had come. I went to the bank in Ilion and had to wait to talk with Tim. I sat and waited for almost an hour. Not that it bothered me waiting that is; I had a nice quiet time away from everything that would make me feel shitty. I had a sort of a daydream waiting to talk with Tim. I figured I can stay down in the dumps, down on everything or what ever, or I could just stand up, raise my arms up in protest and say “I’m really sick and tired of all the fucking bullshit, and I’m not going to take it anymore”,,,,,, Or just stand up and raise my arms up and shout, “What the Fuck?”??????
So in spirit I stood up and said to myself, “self, you don’t want to feel like this anymore, so fuck it, let’em think your down, but in your heart your standing back giving them all a BIG RASBERRY”.
After that little epiphany, I got up and talked with Tim, took care of my business and left. Had a nice drive back home with a smile on my face. Had a good lunch, actually a brunch. Then proceeded to have a great afternoon. Also had a fantastic dinner, chicken and pasta with a tomato and basil sauce. I also opened up my last bottle of wine for dinner. A bottle of Trinchero Mario’s Reserve Cabernet, 1999. A nice bottle of wine if I do say so myself. And I do say so… [Please forgive me if I sound a little to philosophical, it’s most likely the bottle of wine.] But today has been a better day than I thought I would have had, if I and not gotten out of the house. But as I slowly fade away into mild to moderate Buzz, let me wish every one a good day or night, which ever pertains to you or your situation.

But before I go, let me talk about something I’ve been meaning to talk about for a few weeks. While typing out this post, I’ve been listening to the Derek and the Dominoes CD. You know, Eric Clapton and Duane Allman and others. What a great, I mean fuckin great album. I never really appreciated the music till now. I always liked the Allmans and some of Clapton. But every time I listen to this CD, I get all nostalgic, and wonder why it took me so long to really start to enjoy this music. The only album they made, much like the other album Clapton band in the sixties, Blind Faith, Blind Faith only had one album as well. Completely different music. But just as good. But I like Derek and the Dominoes better. I’ve always had something for the blues, but I kind of get Claptons music of the late sixties and early seventies a little better nowadays.
Well the bottle of wine is gone and I’m wondering if I should stop or continue with my little buzz. Guess I’ll take the later. I have a little bit of bourbon to drink. A nice old bottle of Jefferson’s Reserve. A tasty little bourbon, a little bit to the dry side of bourbon, but a nice almost sweet finish. Maybe one or two if them to make the day complete. I guess it’s the subtle little tones in bourbon that makes me such a fan, just like in wine, if you take the time and actually taste the whiskey or wine the better the enjoyment.
So I guess my message of the day is to take time to stop and smell the roses or to taste the wine or whiskey. Enjoy yourself.

Keep your stick on the ice.

{Notice I spelled whiskey with the (E) on it, not like thise crazy Scottsman, with their Scotch Whisky, Look on every bottle of scotch, it’s spelled whisky.}