Positive Thinking

I think, so far, the whole PMA thing is working.  I'm trying.  Woke up feeling better than I usually do.  I'm trying to make every moment somewhat or somehow productive whether it is making a meal or making a card.  I made a lot of cards yesterday to mail off.  I made a birthday card that I turned into a video.  A.I. is really something.  It can make things move.  

The card and video got a nice reception and I woke to a sweet voice message.  So I made another video, a step too far, I think, but I am working on no regrets.  Keep moving forward.  

I am looking pretty scraggy.  I haven't seen my beautician for quite some time.  That was her in yesterday's card and video, you know--my little Russian Jewish Gypsy.  She is a bit of a mystic--like so many of you.  She believes in "the mysteries."

The mystery to me is what to do with my hair.  I have fewer options than I used to.  I mean, the hair needs to match my face.  Men used to have it easier with the standard haircut, the Rose's Oil, and the side part.  Always had a comb with them.  Didn't need a mirror.  A couple swipes.  

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I should never have gotten a hair thing.  Brad Pitt and George Clooney knew what's what.  

No matter.  I never complain.  I'll need to see her soon, though.  I need my palm read.  

I'll be productive today.  Shampoo, nail trim, and maybe a new pair of running shoes.  Then, of course, grocery shopping and dinner.  

Somewhere in there, I need to try to meditate.  And maybe I'll have time to check out the tai-chi place.  

A little reading and green tea.  

Q has lost 22 pounds and has the blood pressure of a baby.  He's a happy lad.  That's what good clean living will do for you.  I haven't asked him about church yet.  I hear, though, that it is good for you. 

Maybe I'll try that, too.  C.C. says you don't have to believe.  He's always told me that I can just go there when I get old.  Sundays, holidays, anytime, really.  Between that and the free coffee at Publix, I should be fine.  

Oh. . . there's that old cynicism again.  I'll need to keep that in check. 

What I need to do is quit bugging people with the stupid shit I think of all the time.  I only send it out in the mornings, but I don't always get the responses I feel I deserve.  I mean, I think I'm brilliant. 

O.K.  Time to make mom some breakfast.  Eggs, avocado, toast, Kimchi, a navel orange. . . . 

I'm a hell of a guy.