Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Betrayals and In Between

I hate myself. I've betrayed someone, and I am overwhelmed with guilt. I've written so much, but I haven't coherently organized anything to post. My phone is likely close to maximum capacity with notes and photos, but the parts are, sadly, worth way more than the sum. I feel like a scummy husband. "I've had lots of sex.....just not with my wife." That's how I feel about this stupid blog. In reality, it's nothing more than an address in a world where very little is real. To me, it's eyes-deep reality. I've missed it, but I've always been thinking about Coffee and Valium. I doubt a cheating husband ever truly missed his wife, so I feel a little less guilty putting it in that context.



What do I do when I'm behind, and I feel almost-too-overwhelmed to start? I'm picking up where I left off. Only two months have passed, and in the grand scheme of things, that's nothing. To me, it's a long time. If nothing else, I'll get some of these fucking photos and notes off my phone. Starting is the first step. Or is it admitting that you have a problem the first step? And what did John Lennon in Yoko Ono? Shoot me before I write, "to each his own." I have no room to talk. I digress. Shoot me now.

I love this feeling of drinking wine, eating olives, and writing. I'm already reminded how cathartic it is.

Furniture isn't selling right now.....at least not at margins to which I grew accustomed. With oil prices this consistently low, the Houston economy is no bueno. The oil chart is forming a base (I still don't miss trading), but I imagine 2016 will be more fruitful than 2015. Maybe some bubbles burst in October like they usually do, and we can all go about our business afterwards. I pulled back accordingly, but there were a few pieces I loved. One step at a time.

I bought this 1954 china cabinet last.......1955? It only seems that long ago, but I think it was only July. How can time stand still and move at light speed all at once?

She sold it for far less than its worth, but....

....it's worth is only what someone is willing to pay. 
I loved how it turned out though. 
Then there was this cabinet.......

At the time, I thought it was a huge score, but......
.....I'm still sitting on it. I suppose there are worse things
upon which to sit :)

I love the cabinet, but I'm pissed nobody else likes it. I hate being artsy with a Type A personality.

Make your last shot. Catch your last pass. Get your last serve in. I'm calling it a night. I'm finishing this bottle of wine, deleting some furniture photos, and passing out. It's a crappy post, it lacks imagination, but at least I wrote something vaguely organized. Most importantly, I'm up to late-August/early-September.......only a month behind now.


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