Small Town Mentality

Yes I live in the Lil City by the Red......

Its not a thriving metropolis by any means........

It's Rural in so many aspects...........................................

And Yes this is my Bitch session ........................

I have been having pain in my left rotatory cuff area for sometime now..... I had an old bicycle injury about 5 years ago, I was out on the trails of Kincad, in the National Forest mtn biking.... I took a tumble on a downhill run........

So, to cut to the matter, I compressed my C4 and C5 disc in my neck... with a lil traction, some steroids, and a lot of hope..... I overcame it.... and got back on the bike two years ago.... but No more National Forest trails.....

Also, I somehow tore my rotatory cuff slightly, well over the years... it hasn't gotten better....

But that is not the main event of this entry......

On the form for the Othro Surgery Center I had to fill out the medical forms.... on the first page underneath the name, dob, address .......

Was the listing of various medical aliments/conditions......

The very first one was HIV/AIDS

I have been to UTHSC in Texas..... they ask do you have HIV, are detectable or undetectable, your last lab date etc... its hidden down the list in the H's ... and there is no question on AIDS....

Small town.... small minds..... Here in the Place I call Home... !!!!!

I have disclosed to my superiors here at work,for  the political ramifications if it ever came up (politics are so Nasty these days..), I have disclosed to family/friends, I have disclosed to sexual partners (in Louisiana, if you don't disclose prior to any touch and or sex act, its a Felony).

So, I watched the faces of those who attended me yesterday at the Othro Surgery Center.. from the receptionist at the doctor's front desk to the PA, NP, and Dr.. whom I know personally...

Cold, Standoffish, Judgmental....etc etc etc etc... I saw their faces....

I put it down, I wrote UNDETECTABLE in the sub line after I listed the Afib, the Prostate Cancer, etc etc....

It just Pissed me off that these Medical Professionals still associated HIV with AIDS its the first item on a long list ... they must be so scared.... Boo I say.... and the look on their Faces... ... I see these folks out at all the local restaurants, cafes, bistros around town.. it ain't like WE live in some booming metro area.... our population in the Lil City by the Red is 47K now... the whole Parish is 132K and the Parish is 1324 Square Miles Large....

Enough of my Rant.... I get to see one of the Doctor's wives, she is a local attorney, I do some expert witness work for her from time to time, I am going to drop a Lil bit of a bitch line and see if They will change their form...and DON'T look down the Nose.....

They should be scared as hell with the ones that Don't know their Status.

Note: Othro Surgery Center is not the Correct Name for this establishment, I certainly for reasons didn't call them by their proper name.

Sunday........

When I was growing up on the Farm... .. it was called Mockingbird Hill.....on Sundays.. Momma would load us up and take us to receive some religious teaching......

Her grandfather was a Baptist Minister in Grangeville, Louisiana... he is memorialized there with a fair size monument in the cemetery... Most of   Momma's side of the family... is laid to rest there..

So, my Daddy split his time between the Methodist and Episcopalian Churches... I think his Momma my grandmother (she was born in 1868) would fall out with one side and then go  to the other every once in while.........

Anyway.... today I did not go down to St James Episcopal Church. where I attend, have been on the Vestry before.....

It made me remember what Momma would do when the children (Us Three, Baby Sister, My Brother, and Myself) would confront her and say.... No Church... once in a while she would give in, My Brother and I would have a day on the creek planned .. and the beer stored in the shed...

Well, Momma would say.... if you are going to miss Church... then you cant play until Noon.. do some yard work... clean out the tool room shed or clean the feed room shed out.. etc etc.....

So, I missed Church today.....  Thought of Momma....and .............

I washed down the front porch..... got it clean .... made the porch shine.....

Thinking of Momma on a Sunday Morning........

Yes it is Wednesday.....

Hi There Folks...

You, Darlin' Readers,  of this Old Blog.... that was started on diaryland.com so many years ago, in 1997...

I left dairyland.com and came over to blogspot in 2006, I have tried repeatedly to gain access back to dairyland.com to link my previous entries... but to no avail.  .. its has many, many of my thoughts about the passing of my Momma, the breakup with John, also some happy notes on roaming around the country..

Anyway.. enough of the past....

It's Wednesday and the weather is gorgeous ...

So, it was Spectators with a tropical weight trouser this morning with braces.

Tis Tuesday......

Wimpy, of Popeye's Fame..... always said "I'd gladly pay you on Tuesday for that Hamburger..

Around  the Courthouse Mondays are for Red Beans and Rice......

Then Tuesday begins .... The folks down the street at Critic's Choice make an awesome Blue Cheese full 8 0z hamburger on a Kaiser Cut Roll..... fresh tomato and crisp Iceberg Lettuce..... The beef is homemade patty... and its so Good.... Just as Wimpy would say "I'd gladly pay you on Tuesday....

However I am on an eating correctly stage... So, its No Hamburger with Blue Cheese... on a Kaiser Cut Roll....

Its leafy Romaine Caesar with Johnston Brothers Smoked Ham or Smoked Chicken Breast.....

Oh, Wimpy .... maybe I should have the courage as you do... .. Gladly pay you on Tuesday.




                                     

Tis Friday.......

Tis Friday.....  here in the Lil City by the Red......

Blue Jeans on Friday.......

So, I decided to take a Friday photo... with my "A Fresh Start.. . Pete 20 20" Mug .. Blue Jeans and Pete to end the Friday with.... nothing better.

Also... its suede bucks day also... .. I didn't feel like the usual boot day...

Flowers from an Old Friend

Every once in a while....

I have an old friend that doesn't visit as often as he use to... for some unknown reason ....

But he does drop by once in a blue moon, with flowers.. fresh cut flowers ....

He stopped by the other day and ask if I had a vase available....

I most certainly did........

He arranged the flowers, I provided the vase.......

The Tragic End ....

Today, I received a photograph of a "country funeral" deep in the backwoods of central Louisiana.

It was of a young man, who ended his life due to Meth use ...

According to the photographer, it was the graphic image of his redneck buddies carrying him to his final resting place ......

This is happening so much here, the Cartels of Mexico are manufacturing  high grade Meth and the price of 3.5 grams known as an 8 Ball has fallen from $350 to $80 in the last seven years...the quality so high grade, almost pure, is now associated with "Breaking Bad" Fame.

Such a tragic end to a young life... repeated more and more in the Outback of Central La.

Nothing is Nothing

Sometimes its a Lost Cause any way you look at it..........

That's all I can say...............................................................................Period

See Addendum:

LB stopped by the house after work yesterday.......

Age and Ecomonic Levels are constant reminders of the separation of people.

LB is more of a loner, surrounded by family, which it seems to insulate him from the Outside World...

He operates in a different sphere that I operate in.

I have offered legal resources  to help him in several matters, no monetary cost to me, just advice from govt administrators to help him wade through some of the red tape on an insurance matter.

He works constantly which leads me to believe that this infatuation is fleeting as it winds down this week.

Addendum:

The more I thought about the last two nights, it is apparent that LB could, might, most likely have some sort of a partner.  I think he might have just been bored. So, he ventured out.

I enjoyed the interaction, even for the brief moment in time.

Karma.... sometimes its Just in the Cards

Several years ago,  I ran into a guy, who struck my interest, but the rendezvous, didn't quite go according to plan, he left in huff... which was partial my fault....

Due to my driven personality, I am not the best person in bed,  I have been known to be, well aggressive is not the appropriate word, demanding, not taking the  time to provide the pleasure, et a c, etc, etc........

Fast forward 7 years, the guy came to visit on semi blind date, when he got the address he knew who's house he was coming too..... He knew what was planned by the third party that set up the date or had some realization that what might take place....

LB appeared at the  door, he was nervous, and so Was I.  ..... to be standing face to face with a man that is 6 foot 7 inches tall.........is sort of overwhelming and knowing that our departure from one another those years ago, was on the most grateful of terms.  Actually over the years I extend a couple of invitations to him, it fell on death ears.

But here he is in my living room,  all 6 foot 7 inches, size 15 shoe, and his heritage speaks to his extraordinary looks, he is a true Creole, from Chopin in lower Natchitoches Parish, he works in the medical field.

He is the skin tone of  Cafe au Lit.... on the lighter side, and the Green Eyes.

Now, there are some coping issues, that he has, he is young comparatively, 35 years old, but he has been in the work a day world. His main work responsibility is to coordinate placement for elderly and  alzheimer patients in long term care.... he does have to deal with anger issues of other people trying to care for their love ones.\

I have no expectations, all I can say that we sweated most of the day even with the ceiling fan a whirling.

Reality ... sometimes is a Disappointment

Since my "date" on Monday...... No Word..

In Polite Southern Etiquette one should at lest acknowledge the time spent to the guy who picked up the tab for the evening... 

No text, no thank you... No Nothing...

Its a lil bit disappointing even when I go to supper at someone's home, I send a text of thank you, the meal and company were good....

Is it an age thing.... its does not matter to me, what ever it is.... its not Polite to not acknowledge.....

This tells me he has some reservations on the meeting or has no manners, or ... Just don't give a flip.

I am moving on... towards another day.

Tuesday and I will gladly pay You on Tuesday

Whimpy, from the Popeye the Sailor cartoon in the 60's would tell the Hamburger Man that he would "gladly pay him on Tuesdays"

Last night I had my date..... He was a very gracious, intelligent, degree young man with a degree.  He is of the Creole Heritage of Northern Rapides Parish.... almost to Natchitoches Parish.... Strikingly Handsome Man....

Our conversation flowed immediately, we had appetizers at a local bar, then went over visited with the lesbians population of the Garden District, then on to one of the several Mexican Cafes dotted around the Lil City by the Red...

He has been out of school for three years, his main profession is "dancing" chorus line work, etc.  I received a quick tutorial lesson on those subjects listening to him speak.. quite interesting on how the inner workings of that area of our society.  The quest for "Par Excellence" is the primary goal of all Guild Card performers ... He is working toward that.

He will be here in this area only two more weeks... Then off again to seek his fortune ... performing in the chorus lines on Northern Cities...........

I have never seen such toned, muscled, Legs like his before.... each muscle group in his  legs are sculpted from years of practice.....

Monday ...... The day had surprises

Today, I allowed my self to be persuaded to hang out online by friend of mine.  As you know the Lil City by the Red doesn't have any Gay Bars left........

So, we are left to those awful bitchy personal ads on Grindr Scruff.......

He said give it a chance.....

I did..... and for the first time since I left those miserable sites I meet a guy who likes Daddies... who has a college degree from  NSU, who is an accomplished dancer and musician....

We have drinks scheduled this late late  afternoon..... its just that I was in the right place at the correct time.... and it sort of fell in place after we exchanged numbers....

Now for the other shoe .... He leaves Central Louisiana in three months to explore a job in NYC ... to fulfill his life's goal of being a dancer... with a college degree.....

I am going just to enjoy the time, the meeting this afternoon, the twinkle in his eye...... and his expressions.......