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Midsummer Day 2009

Wednesday, Jun. 24, 2009 - 1:55 a.m.

Well, only a few more days until my fair city is beset by the participants and spectators for the Pride events.

Despite the traffic and the crowds -- I *LOVE* this time of year!!!! I love this CITY when it's so full of the most amazing segment of society of all.

Now all I have to do is run between the rainbows, as it were, and get to the Ferry Building in time to make the 12:40 on Sunday.

That's the day of the biggest parade, so I am planning to wake up my darling so we can get into the car and have at least ninety minutes to get across town.

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Yesterday I had a really interesting albeit woefully brief visit with Scott in chat.

Due to recent events, I ran a few things past him for a reality check, and he was pretty insightful.

Something Scott said really hit home:

There was a study done a few years back that certain emotional states have the same chemical effect on the body that some narcotic drugs do. Emotions like indignation and self-pity actually trip certain hormonal triggers and become literally addictive.

This was kind of an epiphany for me. I finally understood with this recent situation that no matter how much assistance my husband and I provided -- nothing we said or did was really going to make enough of a difference to matter.

This fact was REALLY brought home when, despite an agreement between my husband and the guy to accept an outfit of clothing in exchange for not selling the computer, he sold the computer anyway.

I guess that lying sack thought that was something it was perfectly okay to do to my husband because after all, John *is* one-quarter "fucking wetback."

So, nothing left to say except good riddance.

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In lighter news -- Hey, wow, I just noticed something!

Today, I have been playing the bass guitar for forty days.

I love this instrument so much, I can't even tell you.

I'm doing more and more things with the songs I know how to play, and I am adding chromatic grace notes as I can.

The most recent accomplishment is learning how to 'hammer' with sufficient force for the pickups to respond.

It's an excellent instrument, and a pleasure to be experiencing this new form of expression.

Good stuff!

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For those who celebrate it, happy Midsummer Day.

That's it. Have a good Wednesday!

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2 of my readers commented on this entry

OLD Buddy Dave - 2009-06-24 09:15:47
A wise person once told me, "When someone walks away from you, do not follow." Sounds like this particular friend changed (walked away) too much for you to follow.
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Katherine - 2009-06-24 10:48:42
So interesting about the addictive states of mind, makes everything so much clearer now. I've "noticed" this phenomenon for years (inability to break free from statedly undesirable situations that appear to be addictions to misery--because they ARE! Thanks for sharing.
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