Today, I placed on Facebook a photo of my Momma, she passed on March 31, 2001 at the age of 80 years old.

Here is the quote I noted on Facebook:


Today, I remember my Momma, her passing from this Earth, March 31, 2001. Wilma Ruth "Dink" Sumrall Thompson. The photograph of her, here, was taken during her service to our country, in WWII. She rose to the rank of Buck Sargent, Women's Air Corp. She raised her 3 children, who have all prospered, in so many ways. She was always proud of her "brood". Her guidance and no non sense ways, have molded us to become the adults we are now, successful, independent, resourceful. Thanks to you Momma.

In 1962, she had only been married ten years, when her husband, my father, passed away.  She assumed responsibility for  3 children (ages 8 to 3), 800 acres, medium size herd of cows, and she also had the lives and responsibility of having 17 African American families still living on the place.   She was 42 at the time.  At that time, she made a decision to devote her Self to her children, the land of her husband's, and the nurturing of those families, to get them to a better standard of living and a transition to a more urban setting.

She never remarried, dedicated to her children and work.

A rough day in our lil city by the Red River.  City Politics can be hard sometimes, vetting the objectives of one section to another;  a  demand and the outcome to an entire workforce.  So many moving parts, trying to hold it in some form or fashion together.  It is much like holding a bowl of jello in your hands, taken from the security of the bowl, to be placed in your hands, to be told by your momma not to spill or let it slide off to the floor.

So, are the challenges of managing a stable of wild horses, stallions and mares, all head strong to go in their own directions, with their desires. All Horses, All with a true sense of purpose.

Saturday Morning, Central Louisiana, Rapides Parish:

The weather is beginning to become warmer, there is still a chill in the air, but today's high will be 73 degrees.  Fish should be starting to bite at Valentine Lake. I put a rack back on one of the trucks yesterday to accommodate toting a kayak around.

The Ex, still continues to text me, but I don't answer.  He should, hopefully, disappear soon.

Work was very hectic lately, more than my 30 hours I contracted for.  However, I promised myself that I would be back in the gym by end of March. I signed up for a gym near my home and plan to ride the bike there to help with the cardio.

Spring time is coming to Central Louisiana quickly.  This year I am glad it is.  This winter has been rough, raw, and way to cold for this body.  If I get out and about tomorrow, I will post some photos.

Well I usually don't air my business on web or in public, but I just had to write down the crazy events that was happening with my ex., as posted in the last writing.

On to better things, the water oaks and winged elms here on A Street are budding out, on Friday it was noticed that they had leaf buds on them.  Today, sitting on the back deck, Bradly commented that the trees where in full bud.

So.... what's next..... Pollen Season !!!!! Leaf buds bring flowers, that makes pollen... here comes the yellow stuff for a month of so...

Many, Many years ago, 1989, I met a man, call him J, in a turbulent time in my life.  I was divorcing my wife, leaving my home and venturing out into the unknown and gay life.

We met, became lovers, started a home, cat/dog, house etc.  J graduates from LSU in Landscape Architecture.  Then in 1992 our paths took a very different approach, eventually his career called him to Houston Tx, mine of the other hand called me to Alexandria, La.

During this period, we struggled with maintaining a relationship, since I went first to Alex, he was in Baton Rouge.  After some time went by, it was determined by both of us, through a very painful awareness that we could not be together and we said our good byes and parted ways.

His career and ramblings took him to Houston, then to Washington DC and in and around the DC/Maryland area.  Off and on we keep in contact with each other. In mid 2005, after he had had several lovers, contact was made again.  We talked about moving him back to live with me and but he was involved in a dysfunctional relationship that was not ending well, as all the others of his relationships,  since our departure had not ended well.  I offered to help him out. during that time it became very apparent to me that I had made a mistake in offering to help him move back.  I, in turn, contacted him, felt his rage, apologized for my error and went on my way.... with the guilt that I had cause a "hurt" of emotions for him.

Years passed, then, in 2011, through some mutual contacts, J again, crossed my path and I received his contact information.  We began to communicate again.  He very strongly  told me how much hurt I had cause him  in 2005, I was willing at the time to accept some of the blame, so to speak; for some reason I wanted to maintain a contact friendship.

During this time, I sent him some money to pay for his health insurance, since him and his lover at the time was on "hard times".  As the recent years passed, we arrive at the year 2013. During 2013, J's lover passes away (4th lover).   In should be noted: This lover was very abusive to J went they where together, I must say from all accounts that J passed on to me;  Physically and mentally.

As 2013 draws to a close, J, having no family up in the DC/Maryland area, makes the decision to return to Louisiana. His first plans are to move to New Orleans, take a small apartment and gather odd jobs to make a living.  (Note: During his time up on the East Coast, J, finds disgust with his career and leaves  the landscape design business and becomes a barber. However, he is not licensed to cut hair in La.)

Also, somewhere along the way J is awarded a check,  SSI, due to some mental instability.  Not sure how that works, but he is receiving that.

His plans to move to New Orleans become untwined and he moves in with his sister, in rural southeast La.  We make contact again, thru social media.  We speak of meeting and sharing life stories, with no expectations.  It was decided that I would pick him up and he would spend a weekend with me.

So, if you have followed the story to this part, My position in my career is very demanding and very fluid. Our means of communication has been only  by text message, since phone service where he is staying,  in rural southeast La, is spotty at best. J get very annoyed that in a 42 hour period I have not made contact with him on picking him up and spending the weekend with me.  He states he feels abandoned by me again, he begins his tirade of text messaging, saying I let him down again, He knew this was coming etc etc etc.

I try to explain to J, through text messaging, that my job is very demanding ( I have 500 employees), and but to hold on, we would met soon.  J takes the approach that I have snuffed him once, twice and I am doing it again in "breaking my promises" to him, in getting together with him.

I have to say, that I feel terrible about the whole matter, however, J is not taking into consideration that we are 150 miles apart, I will have to drive to pick him up and bring him back. Since he sold his only means of transportation, a car, back up in the DC area.

I can now see so many signs of dysfunction on his part, why he is receiving an SSI check and his mental state is so fragile.

My dilemma is whether I should try to even communicate with him more and reason with him.  His text messages are tirades of accusatory findings on his part about my not trying to meet with him and his thinking I have broken promises.....

I had to put this down somewhere, so I could write and think about the matter  from a written  point of view.