Yesterday was actually kinda good, gang, but I had to keep reminding myself of that by the time I walked in the door last evening.

I am trying my best to “like Tuesdays” because otherwise, well, everything about Tuesdays now are not my favorite thing. And I don’t want to work against myself by having bad energy. So I am trying to find reasons to “like Tuesdays.” (My 10-hr shift days.)

I got an early start, which helped. I was actually able to run FOUR errands before I got to my clients’ home. Including zipping over to the post office to get a Certified Letter from my first husband, in Seattle. A letter that he sends every month now, and it really perks my spirits. He does this because he has very fond memories of our marriage (we got married in NYC, 44 years ago (!!) — I’m not sure how that’s possible!).

Anyway, I have very fond memories of that marriage, too. We were both young, trying to make it in NYC, and from wildly different backgrounds. (He, from Singapore, me, from Ohio.) Intense years, truly. NYC in the 1980s.

Anyway. He is 69 now and starting to have some mild “cognitive issues” which makes me a little wistful, gang. I want to try to speak on the phone with him more often, just to try to keep a better connection to his mind. However, he has a lifetime partner of over 30 years, who does not know he was ever married, let alone married for 9 years, so it gets tricky….

He was the man I was married to when we lived in the Camelot Building, near Times Square:

Well, I digress!

Yesterday was okay, all things considered. My attitude was good, my energy was good. But then SEVEN MINUTES (literally) before I was supposed to clock out and leave, my client suddenly started asking me to do a bunch of things.

I can’t say “no” because he is not able to easily do these things himself, and so that’s why I’m there. But, you know — do you have to wait until SEVEN MINUTES before I’m supposed to leave??? When I’ve been there all day??

I tried really hard to be empathetic and patient and just cheerfully do what he needed done, but by the time I got into my car, my mood was sort of tanking…. I still had to go to the grocery store and do all that nonsense. And I kept trying not to hate Tuesdays…

But that’s done and now it’s Wednesday, and I’m heading out here soon to see my favorite 95-year-old Japanese man. So on we go.

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Okay!

This is what it looks like when I put the sheets in the laundry and then try to re-make the bed!!!

And, btw, the scroll over the head of the bed is that literal translation of the “Ten Words” (in English, we know it as the Ten Commandments), that I got from Ross K. Nichols recently.

It’s kind of an interesting thing to have in your field of vision at all times.

Even in its literal translation, there are still 4 out of the 10 that I managed to break with ease — and a couple of them, I broke quite a few memorable/colorful times…

That 2nd Commandment, though, is one that has always eluded me — rest on the 7th day. As in, do absolutely nothing but light some candles, pray, drink some wine and then sort of peacefully enjoy all of God’s creations.

I can’t even imagine an entire day, let alone, one entire day each week, wherein I do anything that remotely resembles that. But it sure would be nice.

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Nick Cave sent out one of those Red Hand Files yesterday, wherein he answers 50 questions with either a Yes, No, I don’t know, or Go Fuck Yourself. This time, he answered 75 questions, and he had quite a few “go fuck yourself” replies. Plus a little koala bear emoji. And some other emojis and some great art.

I usually find these Q & A’s really fun, but yesterday’s were off the charts with “attitude”. Wow. You can read them HERE.

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Oh, well, sadly, I gotta scoot now or I’m gonna be late.

Have a wonder-filled Wednesday, wherever you are in the world.

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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I leave you with this. Late-night-listening music!

2 songs I hadn’t heard in a LONG time.

One from Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, “I Do, Dear, I Do” 1997 (I think).

“I Do, Dear, I Do”

I wish you happy Christmas
I do, dear, I do
I wish for you the stars, babe
I wish for you the moon

You can sit, and you can drink your champagne
With your gibbering goon
I hope he’s being good to you
I do, dear, I do

Ain’t no ill wind blow your way
Wish that you will keep safe
Up there in your leather, babe
With your ivory and ape

Things down here are fragmented
In fact, they’ve exploded all over the room
I think everything’s a little off-center, babe
I do, dear, I do

You said, that to love me you must set me free
Now, that may all be very well
Still I miss you baby
More than words can really tell

Sometimes I cannot sleep
The greatness of my hate for you
Sometimes I cannot sleep
For I miss you

May your day be bright as the eyes
Of the girl that I once knew
May your sun be happy yellow, babe
And your sky be baby blue

I miss your manic scratchings
And your howling at the moon
Ten steps behind me
With your dustpan and broom

I hope you wish for me
All the things I wish for you
Health, hope, and happiness
The sun and the moon

Say hello to the one
Who really don’t have a clue
I’ll be calling you soon
I think I love you

I do, dear, I do

c – 1997 Nick Cave

And one from Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers’ album, Into the Great Wide Open, “All the Wrong Reasons”, 1991.

“All The Wrong Reasons”

Trouble blew in on a cold dark wind
It came without no warning
And that big ol’ house went up for sale
They were on the road by morning
Oh, the days went slow, into the changing season
Oh, out in the cold for all the wrong reasons

Well she grew up hard and she grew up fast
In the age of television
And she made a vow to have it all
It became her new religion
Oh, down in her soul it was an act of treason
Oh, down they go for all the wrong reasons

Where the sky begins the horizon ends
Despite the best intentions
And a big ol’ man goes up for sale
He becomes his own invention
Oh, the days go slow into the changing season
Oh, bought and sold for all the wrong reasons
Oh, down they go for all the wrong reasons

c – 1991 Tom Petty