Today was a good day. I went to work and made money (well, I made SOMEBODY money) then I went to the liquor store and picked up some IPA. I had a friend who was mowing her lawn today, and I was going over to see her and I thought some beer would be refreshing.
I went to the library on the way over, and I did a quick search for poetry. I wanted a smattering of different authors so I could form and opinion of who I like, and who I don't like. Well, I found two books, one with British poets and one with American. I'm about 20 pages into the American and have not found anything I absolutely love. I like some of the styles though, and that's what I'm mainly doing this for. I also got one book on writing poetry. I was chatting one day with my friend Laurie, and she said that something I had written to her was poetry. She's a teacher, so I just figured that she'd know…having studied so much. So I started writing, and it just felt good to do it. So now I'm on to the next step…reading more poetry, and figuring out what I like.
After the library, I went to see my friend. I noticed that the lawn was unmowed. Her back had been hurting. I can completely sympathize having had a lot of back problems in the past. She was cooking something and vacuuming when I came in. I helped her pick a few things up because her back was feeling so bad. It felt good to help someone. We drank the beers and talked…I really love talking to her. Sometimes I worry that it's not near as entertained by me as I am by her. She's intelligent, witty, and nerdy to such an extreme that I never seen in a woman before…it's hard NOT to like her—not that I've tried.
She is also a fantastic cook, and artist, so things frequently turn to one subject or the other…not that we're limited between those two things…by far I think among just the two of us, we could sympose about ever-changing subjects hour after hour, digressing wherever the conversation leads and never shut up. Anyway, thing turned to the gastric bypass, and all the food I would no longer be able to eat. Heavy fat, or any sugar. She asked me what I liked, and one of the favorites I told her was fried fish. Well, she ended up taking me to the Irish Rover restaurant. Everything was awesome (I said awesome to the waiter twice and embarrassed myself). They had this very good mustard that was hot as hell. And the fish and chips were incredible. Beer as well. Oh, and Scotch Eggs...
I got a call from the X(my soon to be ex-wife) and she had put Logan (my son) on the phone to say "Daddy I miss you, when can you come home?" Well I spoke to him and assured him I'd be home soon, and then after I hung up I had this desire to crush something. My friend always has paper and pen with her, so instead I channeled the anger into something quick…I don't remember exactly now what I wrote, but it was something about stabbing me in the heart with a screwdriver….
After, we went back to her place, and I found out that she had made custard. I had never had custard prepared like this…real custard. It was a complete delight to taste. Logan and I tasted again when I got home. That was my good day today. I hope to have many more before and especially AFTER my surgery on the 17th.
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