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20 December 2019

I just wanted to do a quick bit of writing before I watch a movie or fall asleep or both.  The last word of my poem tonight is a hint of which movie I watched today.  I cried.  Sometimes I do see messages in things.  It’s kind of like when the numbers all line up.  I’m constantly looking on the numbers of license plates to see a sequence or code of things.  So I know the three digits of the license plates of the cars of people I know.  Well, there are more boring stories about that.  However, they are there.
Anyway.  I saw a message today that gave me hope.  So I will go with that.  Hope that I am on the right path.  Hope that I will be loved.  Hope that one day I will have a daughter to pass on my creative insights.  After that, what could anyone ask for.
I hung out with the cousin I live with along with his brother and a mutual friend.  It was good to hang out with the guys.  My cousin dropped me off at 10pm.  I like to retire for the evening.  What I don’t explain to people is that I can stay up later as long as I’m in the comfort of my bed and that it is quiet.  I might fall asleep early, or I may stay up watching a program or reading a book.  But at 10pm I like to be on my bed.  I set up like a couch.  I have pillows on the wall and the television on the table next to it.
So that leads the interesting thing.  Or I chuckled.  My cousin’s daughter discovered my set up as I was out.  She likes to hang out in my room when I’m not home.  I confront her about it and she denies it.  Usually I find a hair here and there.  Tonight, as I turned on the television, the youtube app was up.  And guess what was on it, a type of movie that she would watch.  A Hallmark Christmas movie.  She loves Hallmark Christmas movies and Hallmark Mysteries and so on.  So on my screen was this Hallmark movie.
I’ve given up on confronting her as she will continue to deny it and will continue doing it.  She now knows my TV setup and how relaxing it is.  So that is my story of the night.  Tomorrow, I will do Christmas shopping, smoke a cigar, go to the craft beer store and get some writing done in the evening.

Christmas Eve, if I don’t go to church with my cousins, I’ll watch the Thin Man.  If I do go to church with my cousins then the I’ll watch the move the next morning.  Then I will watch the Pope, like I did when my father was alive.  At some time I will watch It’s a Wonderful Life by myself and cry myself silly.


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