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:: Monday, April 07, 2003 ::

God, I offer myself to Thee to build with me and to do with me as Thou wilt. Relieve me of the bondage of self that I may better do Thy Will. Take away my difficulties that victory over them may bear witness to those I would help of Thy Power, Thy Love, and Thy Way of Life. May I do Thy Will always.

Oh, that You would bless me indeed and enlarge my territory, that Your hand would always be with me, and that You would keep me from evil.

Thank You for keeping me sober today. Amen.

I would not have made a good farmer. After delivering the food from the temple to Bryan's House yesterday morning, I went out to Mom & Dad's to eat lunch and pick up some of Granny's tools - a metal rake, hoe, shovels, tiller, weeder, etc. I came back home around 2:30 and fortunately had several hours of sunshine in which to work. I had planned to prepare the soil in my side yard for my wildflower seeds, but instead, spent most of the afternoon cutting back the hedges, cutting down an ironroot tree, and trimming the holly moster outside my dining room windows. After cutting the limbs into pieces, I now have about 20 black garbage bags full of them out on the curb waiting to be hauled off.

It was not until about 7 that I was able to start preparing the soil. I began with a hoe, but that didn't seem to work very well, so I got the flat shovel and began digging up the dead sod that was left after the Roundup killed most of the grass. This is the point I realized that I would not make a good farmer. I was grunting and groaning so much and my arms and legs began to hurt and shake over digging up just a few measly square feet of yard. I thought of Granny and PawPaw and all my ancestors that came to Texas and settled the land and dug up acres and acres of much worse terrain than this. As were most on their family members, Granny and PawPaw were cotton farmers in Ackerly about 25 miles northwest of Big Spring. This morning, I have a much greater respect for them and all they did.

About nine o'clock, I finally quit pulling grass and weeds out of the tilled soil and came in to sit down, smoke a cigarette, and return some phone calls. I drew a hot oatmeal and chamomille bath and relaxed. My friend Tom W called and we talked for a while, and afterwards, I logged onto gay.com. A guy named Gary chatted me up, and I ended up driving over to his apartment for a trick and some cuddling. It was warm and enjoyable, and I drove back this morning. One of his pictures had looked familiar, and it turned out that we had gone out and hooked up about six years ago when I first moved into this apartment.

He's quite a bit bigger now, and although I enjoyed the evening, this morning, I thought of the old saying, "Never go grocery shopping when you're hungry." I think that holds true for tricking, too. You never know what you'll end up with.

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