Saturday, August 31, 2013

Weekend. Continuations.

A busy weekend in the Tavern and little time to even to polish the bar tops. Lovely day out there and an even nicer one expected tomorrow. And tomorrow is a favoured day.

Yes, it is the first Sunday and I will be down in the cellar mopping the floor of the Crypt in which the Grail sits. That is, after an early rise to talk with Men across the country and the World about Men's Issues.

Men have many problems. Large ones and some menial ones.

Fr. Tielhard, a long-time mentor, assures me that even the most menial tasks can be offered as a prayer. And pray I shall at the Latin Mass at 11.30. I have much to pray for. 

I will be praying, as usual, for my beloved Son in whom I am as well pleased as the Big Fella was of His. And for my Little Petal, my beautiful daughter who has cast her Old Knight and King from her. Yes the Kingdom of the heart is still blanketed in snow while the Princess is estranged.

But I keep glowing embers in a warm heart for her return.

Meanwhile this evening is charmed by love songs from Carly in the music room. Enjoy.

To all, I say, no matter the hurts, Loving you is the Right Thing to Do.

Guns n Roses got close.

When you're talkin' to yourself
And nobody's home
You can fool yourself
You came in this world alone

So nobody ever told you baby
How it was gonna be
So what'll happen to you baby
Guess we'll have to wait and see

Old at heart but I'm only sixty eight
And I'm much too young
To let love break my heart
Young at heart but it's getting much too late
To find ourselves so far apart
I don't know how you're s'posed to find me lately
An what more could you ask from me
How could you say that I never needed you
When you took everything
Said you took everything from me
Young at heart an it gets so hard to wait
When no one I know can seem to help me now
Old at heart but I musn't hesitate
If I'm to find my own way out

Still talkin' to myself
And nobody's home


So nobody ever told us baby
How it was gonna be
So what'll happen to us baby
Guess we'll have to wait and see
When I find out all the reasons
Maybe I'll find another way
Find another day

With all the changing seasons of my life
Maybe I'll get it right next time
An now that you've been broken down
Got your head out of the clouds
You're back down on the ground

And you don't talk so loud
An you don't walk so proud
Any more, and what for
Well I jumped into the river
Too many times to make it home

I'm out here on my own, an drifting all alone
If it doesn't show give it time
To read between the lines

'Cause I see the storm getting closer
And the waves they get so high
Seems everything we've ever known's here
Why must it drift away and die
I'll never find anyone to replace you

Guess I'll have to make it through, this time - oh this time
Without you

I knew the storm was getting closer
And all my friends said I was high
But everything we've ever known's here
I never wanted it to die





  1. I hope your Princess finds her way back to you, it is not good for a father and daughter to be apart.

    I can only imagine how painful that must be for you, as I was privileged to have a special bond with my father.

    1. The pain was intense. An open wound. Now, I have just Hope beyond hope left. I nurture the hope with prayer and Love for her, and an open heart. Waiting.

    2. It must have been (maybe still is) unbearable. I Hope as I mentioned before that she finds her way back to you.

      Sending you some *hugs*

    3. Appreciated, Cherie. Thank you.

  2. Nothing is more painful than the loss of a prayers are for her return to you. Maybe the wedding of your son will bring her back...

    Put another song on the jukebox, my friend. JA

    1. It is good to have friends who cheer me up. Thanks Joy.

  3. First things first a wee bit of narcissism...I LOVE me some Carly ! :) But then again, who doesn't love Carly ?

    I am sorry to hear about your daughter. From the ages of 16-31 I did not speak to my father,but in the end they DO come around when they realize father is getting older and it's time to heal rifts and wounds whilst there is still time. She will come around in time. [ I am always right btw]. :)

    1. That adds to the Hope, m'dear, and a Carly appreciation to share too. My Little Petal has added a few years to your record sniff but when she does eventually decide to make contact she will find a warm forgiving heart and arms to wrap around her. If I have learned anything at all from this long exclusion it is a small appreciation of how sad God must get with so many of His children turning their backs on Him.

      I have raged against God for sending me such Joy when she was born and such delight in her as a baby, toddler, little girl and up to her teen years - we were 'best mates' - only to snatch it all away and leave me bereft. He did however ensure that my beloved Son has well pleased me and been my best mate for all the time. They should have both been, equally.

      I have ceased raging and shaking my fist, and forgiven God. I hope one day my little girl forgives me and allows me to tell her that I have never had a need to forgive her. Nothing she can do could stop my love.


Ne meias in stragulo aut pueros circummittam.

Our Bouncer is a gentleman of muscle and guile. His patience has limits. He will check you at the door.

The Tavern gets rowdy visitors from time to time. Some are brain dead and some soul dead. They attack customers and the bar staff and piss on the carpets. Those people will not be allowed in anymore. So... Be Nice..