Three Weeks

Almost to the halfway point of week 2 and they want your team for another one.

Another gig also on the horizon. There might be more things going on till Thanksgiving. They already asked if you could do a fourth week. It’d be better to head home for a short bit and come back out. If Ted could be home, it’d be fine. Dad’s happy to run the store, and you’re considering it.

Cutting sheet metal is hard. Shears, saws, and a dozen muscles you never use, even when lifting. The customer’s management has said if they reach a certain point by Thanksgiving, all of them will get a $1K bonus. Not you or your squad… but all of you want to come to bat to get them paid extra. That’s the quality of workers you have. ‘Can-do’ attitude all the way. It’s infectious. Gives you reserves of energy you didn’t know you had. And your’e way ahead of schedule now. So the sheet metal might take a backseat and deploy those new units might be stepped up. That does scare you a bit. They’re 45 lbs; never fire-brigaded hundreds of units that heavy before.

Bible says not to worry though. Tomorrow will take care of itself.

Eating a lot of spiraled ham and canned pineapple. Two ingredients. Pineapple and pineapple juice. Nothing else. Not sure where this craving for pineapples has come from in the last few months. You’ve always loved pears the most. Now you can’t get enough pineapple. Good snack.

Praying a lot lately. Finished Isaiah, but feel a cold elliptical orbit around the Son again. Not sure where to go next. Thinking you might need to read it again, focus more with that study guide you found towards the end.

There isn’t too much more time before November. Try your hardest to enjoy every day.

This short period of time you have a feeling is going to end up being one of the more happy times of your life, but not one you remember a lot of details on. Mom & Dad are still alright. Money’s doing well. The ebb and flow of the various gigs is in a ‘paying off’ phase. You have three favorite college football teams, and all are in the top 10. That happened once before recently and it lasted a week.😂

Need to get closer to Him, as always. He is the source of all your blessings, and you really need to remember that. May the orbit warm up a bit. Maybe read a shorter book to get through the time waiting and then reread Isaiah. Maybe Romans. Someone said he read Romans once a day for 30 days. Wow. Guess that means nothing’s stopping you from reading it once.😂

Miss Ted. Cuddly ball of love. She’s being well taken care of; as much as she can be since she needs her meds 2/day.

Tomorrow will be hot. Hydration, hydration, hydration. You have the safety topic tomorrow. Last time you told the guys to stretch well; muscles will last a lot longer. Someone said “awareness”.

Eh, you’ll think of something.

Sleep is coming up fast. Insomnia isn’t a problem out here after how hard you work.

You’ll miss these days one day. So grateful that you realize it, and that they’ll be even brighter after you’re done with Romans 1.😂

Tonight… This Dirty September Night…

I, I need some young blood
Come Friday night
Bring on the big flood
Like September’s coming on
Summer won’t be back for long

Hey, let’s start a big fire
Let’s shake it up
Let’s try to burn brighter
There’s no one here to catch our fall
No one here to hear us call


Tonight, this dirty September night
We’re stuck out here
You’re caught in the starlight
Running through these empty streets
This city’s built for you and me
Running through these empty streets
This city’s built for you and me

I, I know that the road’s long
It lingers on
And Lord knows it’s uphill
Seems like you’re not getting anywhere
You give up just before you’re there
Seems like you’re not getting anywhere
You give up just before you’re there

Hey, don’t lose your spirit
Feel all alone
But it’s there if you need it
Seems like you’re not getting anywhere
But don’t give up you’re almost there
Seems like you’re not getting anywhere
But don’t give up you’re almost there

**********

Something’s wrong tonight.

Well, somewhere.

Maybe it’s here. Thank goodness you’re neurotic about saying a blessing before eating anything, even a snack, because it’s been FAR TOO LONG since you had a great convo with Him.

And why not? No particular reason. Deep down, you feel like you’re in the clubhouse, and you don’t need Him on the day-to-day.

Dad’s dad was an alcoholic, wifebeating son of a bitch. Dad to this day is terrified of you drinking, but in a fine twist of irony, sometimes it takes wrecking your inhibitions to realize just how cold it’s gotten spiritually.

So what? Spoiled ass you hits Con, literally hangs out with the homeless, listens to them, talks to them, and gives out a hundred bucks if they promise to read Proverbs and you act like you get to take the rest of the month off? You do that every year. Not necessarily Proverbs, but every year it’s a “therefore by the grace of God” tour for you, and you pray with people you’ll never meet again and hope against logic you made a dent somewhere.

Why do you take ANY time off? Away from your Savior? From the Creator of the Heavens, the Earth, and College fing Football?

Why? Why does hitting the Whiskey draw you closer to Him?

Better question, given how inhibition works…

What the fun is wrong with you?

Why do you HAVE SO MUCH BABBLING FOR THE HOLY SPIRIT AND YOU DON’T WALK THE WALK?

Isaiah has been a train wreck.

Face it. You’re going to have to start over. AGAIN. Because you’re sick of stories of Bronze Age desert kingdoms. Forests. Trees. SEAS, for fun’s sake.

You haven’t absorbed anything from this book. That’s why you haven’t gotten instructions on where to go next. Oh yeah… you’ve pretended. Ezekiel. Acts. Romans. Trying to act like like you felt what you felt when you heard those whispers when you asked Him what He wanted you to read, and if not, you’d just head to Revelation.

You aren’t going to be able to absorb ANYTHING of Isaiah tonight. But that will not stop you.

Because even if you don’t understand… ENOUGH OF THIS ALBATROSS.

If you can’t figure it out? Whatever. So be it. Read it with Jim Beam Vanilla as a buddy. But NEVER as a bro.

Alcohol is NEVER a bro, and you ought to be ashamed of yourself that it often leads you back to where you need to be – in the arms of the Holy Spirit.

Thank God something does, but what does it mean when you have to have inhibition to, etc?

Fuck it. Fun it you mean. Whatever. Stop lying to yourself. Finishing Isaiah tonight. For the first time. And when you’re done? Isaiah sounds awesome.

He led you to it. You heard what you heard. You know what you know. And whatever is interfering with your own Spirit on this dirty September night can go screw itself.

The Word of God is sacred and holy. Quit funning acting like it’s a hobby. You have seen with your own eyes things no one else would believe, and you’ve started acting like the Savior of All is a freaking interesting Sunday morning watching YouTube.

You aren’t you.

Fix it.

And pray to yeet whatever hibitions need to be yeeted.

Maybe it’s because when you drink, it’s because you need Him more. Whatever. This is not healthy, physically, mentally, or spiritually; no matter how amazing you can spell while inebriated.

You going to pray for the Spirit of your dad’s dad? Nope. Because the dead are simply that. Dead.

They had their chance, and they chose Death over Life. Like the Crib of as all there was, instead of getting through their heads that it was a choice between the Light and the dark, and shade is accepting darkness into the soul and acting like it’s okay because we know better than the Light of Creation itself.

Grade A Arrogance – but you dare yourself to act like you’re better when you haven’t said a non-blessing prayer in…too long.

Enough. 3:04am. Store has been pumping out 20 books worth of sales a day and things are going amazing in so much of your life.

And here you are babbling in an online diary instead of finishing Isaiah for the first (prolly of many) times?

Hey. Don’t lose your Spirit. Feel alone…but it’s there if you need it….

Seems like you’re not getting anywhere… but don’t give up – you’re almost there…

Seems like you’re not getting anywhere… but don’t give up – you’re almost there…

Downtown ’24

Bars aren’t really your thing anymore. You get your year’s worth of partying at Con. But hey, someone wants to get decked out and hit downtown. Never something you say no to, lolz…

Many years of it. Never gets old. Walking down the same streets men with muskets once marched, and many a glass raised.

Good times, bad times, a hundred years pass, and still people love those old streets.

The young. The old. The happy. The sad. Been a long time since you hit the scene down there. Eh, it’ll be fun to get out like old times though. In a suit with a palmetto flag tie; lolz….

These are STILL the Good Old Days.

Enjoy them, and give thanks to Him you get to have more. 🙂

Con ‘24

If’s time, baby…

It’s the time of year for nerd Mardi Gras. Party like you were 25 again. Money was going to be tight, but the store passed algorithm threshold and pumping out money again justintyme… Thank goodness. 

Taking Ted to the cattery means going far enough from the interstate that the fastest way is through Bamberg. Past Bee City, then many a corn field and solar farm. Scuppernong patches. Creel Indian community. Canadys. Smoaks. Denmark. Little towns like so many others in rural SC. In all your years you’ve never gone through this little corner of the state. Not that many people at all, but still somehow filled with the brightness of life. Huge pastures. Medium size houses next to them in large driveways with lots of cars. Just the low version of the small towns like the one dad‘s from in the upstate.

Then meeting new friends…

Reuniting with old friends…

So alive…

SOFA KIMG ALIVE… 😂