Is Jon Back From The Desert?

Is Jon back?

Breaker one nine
Desert Jon
I need a ten thirtysix
You got your ears on?

N.T. Wright Effect

Today, I read some N.T. Wright - The Early Christian Letters.  Read a passage of James.  I went two doors down and visited the orphan and the grieving widow.  I watched the sunset with the widow.  The dog, off death row today, busted out.  I got on my bike and ran full blast with him around the block.  They said he's a lab.  He ran like a greyhound.  I, like a Corgi owner would only do, herded him back to the circle - at 27 mph.

I'd like to have a supper here this Saturday if possible.  Kim has to babysit, so can't cook.  I need to laugh with the Christians.

Bass

Another Redbud project completed.

Greyhound

2:53 a.m.

Racism.  But not.
Hate. But not that.
Broke.

Patriotism.
Hard work.
That.

Belief.  Kind of.
Sort of.
Something.
Broken.  That.

Grounded in this place.
Our place.
My place.
Root.
Un-not roots.

Broken.
No not sorrow.
It doesn't work like that.
Just $840 per month.
Split.

Lost and here.
Grounded.
My ground.

Here.

No not.
Flip.
No not.
Flip.

That.

I wish it were that.
Or this.
But it's not.
It's broken.
No pieces to put back together.
No not gone.
Not here.
Here.

That's all there is and isn't.

I live in the hills.
In the streams.
I can cannot take.
Or can cannot give.

I can cannot listen.

I feel good.

$840
Split this way and that.

$840
They'll take the $300.
I'll have $540.

My kids.
Their kids.

No bus ride.
No not bus ride.

Pillow.

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Me?

amusing myself in my riches
lazy
content
playing
but maybe nice listening

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Advice to self

Maybe the doodling works
Maybe it helps
But maybe you should go pro

Even though it all works
It's not pro

Something tells me that
I need to focus
To not dabble so much
To look, to search

That upward calling

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Can I sit back?
Should I not I?
What is I?

Uggggh :)

Dave Passed Away

I was making a treasure box for Nathan's 8th birthday party - that's tomorrow.

Jeff dropped in.  He told me that Dave died.  I went to the house.  Dave was dead in his bed.  I had never met him.  He looked like a cool dude.  Sally was crying.  Hospice was there.  JaKayla was texting on the pool table.  Jeff would joke then trail off into stories like the one where his parents disowned him.

It was serious.  But it wasn't.  But it was.

Sally and Dave's daughter died in 2008. She was Jeff's wife.

Very broke.  Jobless.

A friend came in a Crown Victoria.  He told me about his son who has Leukaemia.

They really wanted to talk to me.  I came home at 2:00a.m.  Jeff told JaKayla to get her fat ass off the pool table and give me a hug.  Heston wanted to talk about his son.

A mix of sadness and weirdness.  Jeff says they won't have the money for rent.  Just a mess.  Dave looked like somebody I would have enjoyed talking to.

Respect.  Dignity.  I hope I offered that.

Another Try At The Redbud Crawfish Boil Design

We need crawfish.
Heard they're scarce these days.

Invite is open.  March 15 (subject to change).  Need head count.  Need crawdads.

Something Or Other

Drew this one yesterday.

Crawfish Boil Design - Alpha Stage

Having looked at a crawfish direct - I got this.

Frisbee Golf & A Motorcycle Race

After a great time playing frisbee golf with mc², Kovi and I went to Liverpool Speedway.  We had one of the best times we've had together.  We sat right beside the action.

Last weekend, while on a bike ride to the coast, I saw the sign for the race.  Part of the reason for the bike ride was due to one entry in the hat - "exercise".

I told Kristen, "I don't know how I'm going to pull the energy to go.  I can't imagine being there, but in an hour I'll be with Kovi at a motorcycle race."  What I didn't know, and couldn't have known, is how crazy good it was going to be.