Do You Remember...

by Undecided 15 Replies latest jw friends

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  DannyBear

  Comf,

  Admiration here for your ability to abstain from sharing a sip or two of the 'merlot'.....during the 45min interlude before dinner! Abstaining from the pure ecstasy of a fine 'cuban' is unforgivable imo. lol.

  The simple pleasure of sharing a movie and dinner with friends, unclouded by guilt over what rating the movie was, who will see me...
  on and on, makes life worth living. As Jw's we moved around, spoke words, did our chores, but were kind of like ghosts...no substance, trying to survive on a completely different plain than those nasty 'worldly' ones.

  Texas steak 11/2 thick...got my juices flowing.

  Regards to you,

  Danny
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  slipnslidemaster

  I'm right there with you. I don't know how you resisted sipping a nice Merlot, but the cuban is unforgivable!

  It's 10:00am where I am writing this right now, and my mouth is watering reading about that steak!!

  Slipnslidemaster: I thought you said your dog doesn't bite? That isn't my dog!
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  COMF

  DannyBear and slipnslidemaster (I used to have one of those, when I was a kid):

  well, the thing about the merlot is, I'd really like to have some of it, but I can't because I already finished my alcohol allotment for this lifetime. Regarding the Cuban, well... I started smoking when I was 14, and I didn't quit until I was 22 and got baptized. After I left the org, I started back up on cigarettes again and didn't quit until three years ago. I have smoked cigars off and on, but I was never able to get the hang of not inhaling. If I didn't inhale it directly, then I would catch myself letting the smoke go from mouth to nose, inhaling it even though I was trying not to. So I recognize the great danger that if I were to light up, I would inhale, triggering the old nicotine craving again. Right now I never have any cravings at all, even when I'm with guys who are smoking. So it seems the course of wisdom to let that sleeping dog lie.

  Yes, I regret my excesses of the past, which have put me in a position to deny myself some of life's pleasures now. I wish I had made better choices in my younger days.

  But, my life is full and rich, and I have pleasure from many things. The steak I described to you, as well as the fine salad bar. The company of good friends, and an evening's recreation out on the town. A demanding, sweaty two-hour thrash session on my drum set, playing along with the best bands and the most complex songs on the CD. My budding collection of Bev Doolittle artwork hanging in my living room.

  Maybe not the jug of wine, but certainly a loaf of bread, a book of verse, and thou, eh, my sweet? (not you guys, DB and SSM)

  COMF

  A book of Verses underneath The Bough,
  A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread--and Thou
  Beside me singing in the Wilderness
  Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
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  ros

  Hello, Undecided:
  Isn't it wonderful to discover all those nice people out there. I wan't raised in JWs, and my parents were never JW, so I was never totally separated from "worldly" associations, and I guess I missed their drift about that. I always felt like one of the newbies in JWs because I was a convert. On the other hand, I never experienced the paranoia about "worldly" associations. Guess that was my undoing, huh?

  I got a bowling award for an office "off-site" a few years ago. It was for the lowest score and the most gutter balls.
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  DannyBear

  Mr. Renaissance Man,

  Sounds like a fellow who know his own heart's desire. Varried interests and someone to love. What more can we ask for?

  Upside of not drinking anymore...you save a bundel on Excedrin.

  Would like to know more about Bev Dolittle...so I will consult the internet.

  Glad your days of ill health are behind you Comf. I know you went through hell not long ago.

  Danny
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  COMF

  Bev Doolittle's style of art is so unique that they had to create a new genre,
  "camouflage art," to have a way to categorize her work. She paints scenes of
  American Indian life and experience, usually with images carefully hidden in
  the picture which expand the physical into a spiritual realm as well. For
  example, there is the picture called, "The Spirit Takes Flight," in which a group
  of butterflys are resting momentarily on the ground near a solitary arrowhead.
  In the pattern of leaves and soil you can see the spirit of the Indian who
  left it there, about to fly away with the butterflies.

  The print entitled, "Music in the Wind" hangs in my living room. It is a painting
  of an Indian woman in a mountainous setting beside a fallen tree, alone and
  listening. But in the rocks and trees of the mountain, you see the face, arm and
  fingers of a young man; the fallen tree is a flute pressed to his lips, and a
  flock of bluebirds taking flight near the rootstock are the notes of his melody.

  I also own "When the Wind had Wings," which is a painting in shades of brown and
  white. The wind is represented as a herd of wild horses, running from left to
  right across the print and picking up speed and visibility. In the center of the
  print, the horses blend with a rocky expanse behind them and the head (spirit) of
  an Indian man emerges. The wind-horses run on, across the print to the right side,
  and metamorphose into a flock of birds in flight in a true homage to M.C. Escher.