July 6: Birthday Party, Classic Saint Marty, New Cartoon

Welcome to my Sunday afternoon.  In a little while, I will be going to my nephew's birthday party.  He's three years old, and the party is being held at the local children's museum.  Two floors of interactive displays, turtle and snake tanks, and noise.  Lots of noise.

It will be fun for my son and daughter.  They love the place.  And it will be good to see all the family.  The only occasions for which we really get together are birthdays, Thanksgivings, and Christmases.  Easter is hit or miss.  Halloween, we stop by some family houses for candy and pictures.  So, we will get caught up on all the gossip and news today.

Today's Classic Saint Marty comes from two years ago.  There's a little trick to reading it.  Start with the final sentence of the post and work backward.  It will make sense then.  I promise.

July 6, 2012:  Backward Reading, Catching Up, Beginning

Finger lickin' good

He wants to eat it.  Saint Marty doesn't want to meditate on Kentucky Fried Chicken.

I'm still hungry.  I think it's a crock of shit.  By going through this meditation, the craving is supposed to dissipate.  Afterward, think about being finished eating the food.  Every little bite.  Then, go through the whole process, in your mind, of eating the food.  The article said to think about the food, all the details of taste and smell and texture.  I'm a little hungry right now, but I read an article recently about how to deal with cravings.

I just really want to be able to take a big, deep breath before the craziness of tomorrow.  It's an indoor pool, so I don't have to worry about the weather.  It would be nice to kick back and relax, though.  That's only if I can get the housekeeping done first.  I'm hoping to be able to go swimming with my daughter and son, as well.  I'm doing my normal Friday tasks--grocery shopping and cleaning the house.

My day has gotten a little less stressful, even if my poet friend is as directionally-challenged as I am.  (That was a joke.)  At least, if I run out of gas in the middle of the wilderness, I'll have a food source.  Well, I got in touch with my poet friend, and she's going to be driving with me tomorrow to the poetry panels.

It doesn't have to make sense.  If it doesn't hold together, think of this little exercise as language poetry.  I'm not sure if what I write is going to make a lot of sense.  Therefore, with this blog post, I'm going to start at the ending and work my way backwards to the beginning.  It always seems like I'm trying to play catch up, all day long.

Confessions of Saint Marty