I Want To Be The Romeo To Your Juliet.

Searching for a home

The worst thing about selling your home (other than packing it up) is finding where you’re moving to next. If you’re searching a nearby neighborhood, it’s not so difficult because you can just drive over there and see the sign on the lawn and schedule an appointment. Doing it via online and telephone is a little more tricky, especially with these apps where you might be dealing with humans and you might not. So, I’ve narrowed it down to a couple things, namely that I don’t want to pay a lot and I don’t want a big lot. And this time I’m looking away from the water so that I don’t have that to worry about. I’d rather walk to the water than have it flood up to me.

First remember hearing this song on the radio in Jackson.

Watching life go by

My thoughts written down as I continue watching... The first time I teared up watching the patriotic documentary was when you got the call from a nice lady who gave you bad news. (I won’t tell you how many times tears were shed after the call lest I be compared with John Boehner.) I did sing along, but I’m also taking my morning medicinal toke before breakfast, which may or may not be eggs, so my voice is weak. (I plan a gym visit later today after it cleans out.)And now I’m pausing the documentary because I want to take it all in and post my thoughts online like a good little millennial (even though I’m taller than most millennials and I’m actually Generation X. Can you tell that I’ve heard many a Baptist preacher – and have adapted their tendency to drone on and on and on? 

I’m eager to let you experience the other side of it all, where it’s OK not to be perfect but neither of us has to like being imperfect. As a kid I would throw temper tantrums when I couldn’t get something just “perfect.” When the lines weren’t straight enough in the fictional Southern city I was drawing, I went to the office supply store and bought a ruler. Straight, clean lines are the best. To this day I prefer writing with pencils because you can erase it cleanly.

I insert my foot in my mouth even faster than my brother Peter could ever think about doing. It’s a gift and a curse. It helps, though, when you just see your previous words in the context of a new truth: cancer. The next time I teared up in the documentary was when I heard your mom has cancer. That’s a truth that hits me hard, too. I’m surviving it so far, but it makes me long to wander the wonders of life. Preferably with a few hippies and someone to love. Someone who doesn’t mind being the “good” one, since we all know I’m the bad kid. (My brother compares me to Macaulay Culkin in “The Good Son.” He’s one to talk! (Hello, pot. This is kettle. …) It's hard to turn the other cheek, especially when you know you’re in the right (or at least not in the wrong), but that’s what we have to remember to do. As Sheldon Cooper likes to remind us on perpetual reruns, haters gon’ hate. Players gon’ play. And the best woman will win every time. 

***I’ll probably clean up most of my social media feeds today. I need to get more real instead of live in the clouds, and we all know that tweeting one’s stream-of-consciousness does not suit anyone. Ever. For myself, sometimes I like to put out my raw thoughts to test the waters. But the hit hurts every time. And for the record, boots hurt like hell.

Extra mix this weekend

Completed a new mixshow early, so I thought I’d share it this weekend after finishing my hosting duties this evening. The regular weekly mix is scheduled to upload at 10 p.m. CDT already (see previous post).

Sometimes I wish I worked in an office where everyone spoke a foreign language so I could just absorb it like osmosis. But then I’d feel stupid when people asked me a question and just stared at them blankly. 

The mix from two weeks ago. Last week’s mix link is on my Twitter feed (@wdglover). I’ll be away for radiation treatment for a while, so until then, keep on dancin’!

Your dance music for the weekend (posting tonight or early tomorrow, depending on your time zone.) Have fun! -30-

still trying to work my way back to lifting weights. The big tumor’s out, but #cancer takes the wind out of your sails. (The image in the middle is before surgery.)

I’m reminded that an old chum and I bought a piece of sidewalk way back in the day in Atlanta. Life is strange, isn’t it?!

My prayer today… will you join me in praying it?

Amen! (at Livingchristian.org) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8oqyPTnNoP/?igshid=186lzcpkeqbg1