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My Sorry State of Mind

Posted in story with tags , , , , , on November 20, 2011 by Tim R Wilson

A story for a Saturday Night ….

 

My Sorry State of Mind

     Escaping into the night from room 114, embarking on another adventure alone in another lost coastal town, I entered some strange and grungy little leisure pit on the Highway.

     “What a mess …” This was my first thought as I entered this god-forsaken squalor of a diversion. The Sailor Jack. That was the designation of this woeful excuse for a tavern. The roadhouse had been well named, for all of its patrons appeared a bit crusty around the edges, save the business type lurking at a corner table close to the door. Why not, can’t dance. I staggered boldly forth into the unknown, receiving strange hesitant glances from the onlookers.

     “Ciao!” I shouted to a group of bystanders over the uproar. They seem taken aback by attempt at human contact. So I shuffled on over to the at home with comfort of a nearby bar stool.

      “Barkeep. I’ll take a shot of your finest tequila and a glass of Bud.”

     “Are you certain Sir?” He asked in his shady backwater accent.

     “Yes, I’m sure dammit!” In fact I wasn’t all that sure, having consumed my personal weight in alcohol watching a large slice of a “Law and Order” marathon in my motel room prior to arriving.

     I turned to soak up my surroundings as best as I could. Somewhere in here lay the solution to my problems tonight. Something or someone in here would be my muse. A lady, a tête-à-tête, a portrait of a far off, nonexistent seascape. Or perhaps a view from a clandestine, untouched, moonlit veranda submitting some place with a fractured glimmer of romanticized illusion, left slightly still contained and cherished within it.

     Yet, it seemed I would find nothing of the sort in here. This ignoble hell-hole seemed to be sucking the very life out of me with every breath I took.

     “Where’s my goddamned tequila?” I slammed my palm on the bar.

     And then he door opened and she entered. The sultry temptress of my dreams. Could she be it? The muse I have so desperately been searching for? Could it indeed be that at this very moment as she seemed to approach? Law and Order be damned!

     Her walk was intoxicating, with an extraordinary, almost hypnotically enchanting effect. Her eyes look as if to contain their own peculiar prowess, and yet simultaneously a suggestion of naïveté as though she was lost in this angst-ridden world, just as I was.

     She drew near … Closer … Closer … Very much in front of me. Directly in front of me. My eyes widened in expectation as to what words those delicate lips would form.

     “Hiya doll, know where a girl like me could have a little fun?”

     It was as though the shear sonic force of her voice was going to shake me off my seat. It was like nothing that I’ve heard before. Her voice fractured all enchantment surrounding her. Her tone was jarring and nasal, and gave the same impression of as that of a drug addled socialite sent to live with the huddled masses as a part of a cruel social experiment.

     “Pardon me Ma’am?” I uttered aghast at this spectacular paradox of beauty.

     “Care to dance sailor?”

     Again her voice pierced my auditory canal, and rattled my skull. I looked her up and down and measured the conflicting qualities of this living; breathing proof that god had graced me with his sense of humor. While her physical beauty in my besotted eyes was unquestionable, nonetheless I determined she was no muse. Still I concluded that she would in fact make a suitable companion for the night. On one small condition …

     “I would very much love to dance, but only if you promise to say as little as humanly possible.”

     There was a moment of silence between us. This crass but inviting strumpet seemed to be sizing me up, determining what purpose swam beneath my alcohol enriched veins. And then …

     She responded nonchalantly, “Sounds good to me.”

     And then we danced, my inebriated state filling me with a furthered passion, my limbs flailing wildly and enmeshing themselves with hers. We were like two frogs caught in the intimate hold of a net. We ordered another round and laughed, chortled, and yes talked and danced some more.

     It seemed that I had in fact been graced with a temporary cure for my sorry state of mind.

The Waterfall That Sings

Posted in odds and ends, Photography, scripture with tags , , , , on September 10, 2011 by Tim R Wilson

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A “secret place” I happened across. Here is Henline Falls, located in the Santiam Foothills by the Cascade Mountains in Oregon. The streams of these falls run a different volumes and together they sound like an ethereal chorus! I found the trail to these falls quite by accident, and alas alone, but next time I have to bring someone special with me yo enjoy the beauty and sounds of this wonderful area!

Psalm 42:7 NASB “Deep calls to deep at the sound of Your waterfalls; All Your breakers and Your waves have rolled over me.”

Chiloquin Pow Wow 2011

Posted in holidays, Photography with tags , , , , on August 29, 2011 by Tim R Wilson

All is quiet on this Monday after Pow Wow, and the town has returned to what passes for “normal” in these parts. Allow me to share with you some photos from Saturday afternoon’s Grand Entry.


More pictures may be found at my other blog:

Thundercatt99.blogspot.com

Klamath Tribes Restoration Parade 2011

Posted in holidays, Photography with tags , , , , on August 27, 2011 by Tim R Wilson

 

It’s is Pow Wow time again here in Chiloquin Oregon! This is he 25th anniversary of the tribe of regaining recognized tribal status. To celebrate the occasion I just would like to share a few pictures with you all from this mornings parade!

 

More pictures are posted at my other blog:

Thundercatt99.blogspot.com

A Beautiful Summer Day

Posted in odds and ends, Photography with tags , , , , on August 8, 2011 by Tim R Wilson

I’ve been busy with schoolwork the past few weeks, but I did get out for a short drive in the mountains around town the other day. Going down a favorite four wheel drive road, I turned left down a small road I’ve never taken before and came to this spot. Yes, it turned into a beautiful summer day for sure!

The Shamrock Test

Posted in holidays with tags , , , , on March 15, 2011 by Tim R Wilson

Hey!  Why not with St. Patricks Day coming up and all ….

http://www.blogthings.com/theshamrockpersonalitytest/

My result:

Your Shamrock Says You Are Loving

You are balanced, nurturing, and sympathetic. You understand people and love to help them.

At times, you get too involved with what’s going on in other people’s lives. It’s hard to remove yourself.

You consider yourself a lucky person. Luck always seems to be on your side.

You are stylish, in a classic sort of way. You are particular about how you like things.

“Stylish, in a classic sort of way”? Does that mean Old?

Hmmmmmm

The Glenn Beck Conspiracy Theory Generator

Posted in humor, odds and ends with tags , , , on February 26, 2011 by Tim R Wilson

http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=&section=&global=1&q=conspiracy#/d2aqs4v

Glenn Beck is an amazing figure in our American culture to be sure. Seemingly over the years, the sense of dread and the ratcheting up of his unspiritual tone has increased dramatically. So much so this generator has been developed as a parody. Strangely, a lot of these “conspiracies” sound alot like the ones he has been peddling on his show …

Here is the link. Enjoy!

http://politicalhumor.about.com/library/bl-glenn-beck-conspiracy.htm?PS=683%2C601%2C701%2C242%3A7

Fair and balanced paranoia indeed!