A wonderful day, and I couldn’t be happier choosing to spend it with my eternal soulmate. Visited my mother’s space at the mausoleum, something I usually do on Good Friday, but had a prostate biopsy. (It was scheduled previously but the prep instructions were wrong and I was sent home after being almost all hooked up.) This was after I finally got my haircut and beard trim, hoping it will bring warmer weather it is suited for. Being out that way, we grabbed some Riva’s Pizza, mine being room temperature as requested. Bought some pollen patties at Masterson’s, just to find out our hive in the backyard didn’t make it. Also did some thrifting, sushi, and wearing a new tie-dye-themed Hawaiian shirt Mer gave me, along with some solar lights.
It was great to decompress in such a busy and stressful time. I just put out my “50 Shades of Pray” book, waiting for copies to be shipped to me. Last month, I put out “40 Days In…”, a book giving witness to all the insanity of the new presidency with half a thousand pages of primary source documents and transcripts. It’s hard not to doomscroll, and I am learning to be especially careful not to ruin the sanctuary quality of my home, for us and for visitors. The good news is I got my first payment of over $100 from the printer-distributor, mostly from sales of my book of Masonic Research Lodges in January.
Back to my medical issue, it’s a question mark. It could be an expiration date, or decisions to be made that will determine such. Part of my is ready for the former, and I’ve been trying to live more and more by “memento mori”. I want to divest of all my hoarded random keepsakes, but go through it with others such as my daughter to have a sense of witness to it all. I want to stay motivated to finish all the writing I want to accomplish, and a few other goals to boot. But in the end, I don’t want to go or stay anywhere without my Dearest Love.