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3 years ago
Coffee With The Princess!
Turning The Page!
**Giggles!**
Mm ... It seems that I'm up early once again, though this has been happening a bit more than I would like to happen these days. I know yesterday that I got about ten hours or so of sleep, but I did have a few rough nights of sleep during last week and over the start of the weekend too. I blame myself since I have been doing a bit of oddball stuff when it comes to my health. Breakfast is usually my heaviest meal and I don't have anything for dinner most of the time, but of late I have been enjoying my Cups of Noodles from Nissin, something that had always been a rare treat, but generally if I have two cups of those and a package of Jack Link's bacon jerky, I can go through much of the day without food, though sometimes for lunch I will eat a can of tuna.
Life has gotten simpler, though I still deal with some minor health issues like the constant need to monitor my diabetes by measuring my glucose levels and keep up with my maintenance meds. None of them are really expensive with the health insurance I have, though that can be a big expense of an increase every year or so. As I have said before, I don't bait, date, or mate these days. After Kaitlynn's passing, I have pretty much given up on love, though I still believe in it. A lot of the people I have met have been trying ... both sexes seem to be more concerned of finding a person who can meet their financial needs and person desires than true love. Mm ... true love, I have to wonder if many even know what that is like, but that's a topic for other times. Work is pretty simple too. Most of my duties and responsibilities are simple. I do a lot of driving, which means I get to listen to my iPhone's iTunes and I stay away from Talk Radio these days because I have lost interest in keeping up with the madness of the political state. Culture mystifies me and I just don't get it. I have been accused of being out of date, which is more than fine and far ... I just don't care as much as I probably should. For me, life is simple these days. I do what I do, everyone else does what they do. If you need my help, ask. Beware if you want my opinion because you will get what I call an old school version. However, if you are my friend, that's all I need to know. Anything else is up to you to offer. Unless you seem to be not doing well, I will stay out of your business.
This past weekend, the Saturday Night Tabletop Group managed to get dragged through the last part of the Council of Thieves, which has been a sojourn and a half. It is the first Pathfinder Adventure Path I have had the pleasure and honor to get the group through as Dungeon Master and it might be the only Adventure Path we have managed to get through.
For about two-thirds of the group, it is a learning of the Pathfinder's system of doing things, especially for me. I really think that my health sliding into Hell back from 2018 on through 2020 really caused me to forget what was important to me, including friendships and responsibilities. But also how to run a game, especially with on the average of seven people per session. So, for me, it's going to be a relearning experience to which I have gotten yelled at by a few of the people there and have had to refocus my tolerance of others. I think this is the lesson of life: patience and tolerance of those around you. While take care of yourself, be mindful that you are not the center of life, but from you flows the power of love and understanding. What I think I bring to the game and the group is my creativity, but also my renewed vigor of life and happiness. I try to be the voice of reason and understanding, a sounding board to people, and a good judge when needed.
With the completion of this adventure path, six books of a wild-assed story that sometimes made no sense to me and any one else for that matter, but it means that we get to return to Wrath of the Righteous! This has been something I have looked forward to returning to for a few years now. Not only do I, as a player, get to return to Israfel Vincent and Caitlynn Wildfire, but they also get to be unleashed and be at tremendous strength of their adventuring and superheroine states, something that I had been slowly cultivating through various role-playing online and at the tabletop games when able. It's something that I have rediscovered that I missed in both arena of fun and creativity, but I'm tickled to have rediscovered this.
My nephew, the Naval Firefighter, had commented a while back that he had always enjoyed the Villains and Vigilantes (2nd Edition) games that I had run with him and his friends over the years and then the ability to sometimes join our group. He has been keeping up with some of my journals over the years, especially the infamous one about "Hard Headed Halflings!" which because he knew the gang and could easily feel like he was there. "You could see your writing and story-telling is not just an art form, but something to be proud of," he had said once. "I have watched how happy telling these stories make you and how well you pull the audience into each moment of the story to make them feel as if they are right there." Quite the compliment.
I have said many times before and I still say this a lot ... I would have loved being in show-business back when I was younger and not being able to be was a disappointment, but with the stage of the Saturday Night Tabletop Group, I can do that. When I'm there, I can take the roles of the NPCs and have a lot of fun with them. Some are just beings to be defeated either through "Swords and Sorcery!" or "Heroics and Good Deeds!" Going from being a Dungeon Master to a Good Player is going to take a bit of adjustment, but it is something that I'm sure I will love again. Sitting back and watching others weave the story, interacting with the other players to further the goals of the group and forge the story, and having fun. Which is what this is all about.
Someone asked me the other night "Why put so much time into this sort of thing?" At the time, my thought was that I have worked so hard to get where I am now. I got me a solid job with good friends and I like to think I'm respected and trusted enough to be quite the asset. Undoubtedly, I can say that I'm a loyal supporter of the Firm and have proven it time and time again, especially after almost twenty-two years now. Most of the time, I work ... usually and consistently forty hours plus. The plus is the extra time I put into it, not for pay, but to allow myself the ability to make the day smoother for those around me and myself. So, when I finally get home and change roles and costumes from hard-working to harder-playing modes, I'm serious about being the best me possible. So, with that thought in mind, I do NOT fool around, though I try to be mindful of my surroundings and the people who are around and nearby. I do what I can and I do my best to do it well. Every day. It's not easy, it's often not as good as it should be, but I live, learn, and move on. That's about all anyone can do in life.
Back when Mom was about to pass, I came home to Bonifay, Florida, which was half way between my Big Sister's home in Gulf Port, Mississippi and my place here in Savannah, Georgia, where my folks had retired to, not just in tears and emotional stress, but it was a dam that finally had broken. Pop let me sit with Mom as she was out of it, high as hell and unconscious to deal with all of the pain she was in. I watched a woman who I loved, respected, and feared dying. I knew there was so much what I wanted to say and the realization that I wouldn't get to, but ... I just sat there and dealt with it in silence. Often, I went out to the dock that Pop had built when they arrived in Bonifay and just sat. Pop came out there with a glass of Gentleman Jack and a can of Coke with his own vodka and just say with me. I didn't drink, but we had a serious heart-to-heart. Pop wasn't that sort of man who opened his heart to people, especially loved ones. He just wasn't that sort of fellow. He had to grow up really fast from what I have managed to piece together over the years. His father ran out on him and his mother remarried to a good man, who became a father to him. Years later when he was about seventeen, he came downstairs into the root cellar and discovered that his father had ended his life with his own service revolver. He was dying of cancer and did not wish to be a burden to the ones he loved. Pop had said the same thing about himself and I had often said that about myself as well, though my friends had been concerned that I was on that path a few years ago. But, he stood there with me on the dock or sat there next to me and we just talked ...
"Honey, one of the things I can tell you is simply that all you can do is the best you can with life," he quietly said. "Be the best you that you can be, allow others to be who they are, and do what you can to make life around you better."
It's something that came back to me when my head started to clear after the operation on my left foot while laying in the hospital. It's something that I think about a lot and it is what keeps me going and enduring what I feel needs to be done.
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Turning The Page!
**Giggles!**
Mm ... It seems that I'm up early once again, though this has been happening a bit more than I would like to happen these days. I know yesterday that I got about ten hours or so of sleep, but I did have a few rough nights of sleep during last week and over the start of the weekend too. I blame myself since I have been doing a bit of oddball stuff when it comes to my health. Breakfast is usually my heaviest meal and I don't have anything for dinner most of the time, but of late I have been enjoying my Cups of Noodles from Nissin, something that had always been a rare treat, but generally if I have two cups of those and a package of Jack Link's bacon jerky, I can go through much of the day without food, though sometimes for lunch I will eat a can of tuna.
Life has gotten simpler, though I still deal with some minor health issues like the constant need to monitor my diabetes by measuring my glucose levels and keep up with my maintenance meds. None of them are really expensive with the health insurance I have, though that can be a big expense of an increase every year or so. As I have said before, I don't bait, date, or mate these days. After Kaitlynn's passing, I have pretty much given up on love, though I still believe in it. A lot of the people I have met have been trying ... both sexes seem to be more concerned of finding a person who can meet their financial needs and person desires than true love. Mm ... true love, I have to wonder if many even know what that is like, but that's a topic for other times. Work is pretty simple too. Most of my duties and responsibilities are simple. I do a lot of driving, which means I get to listen to my iPhone's iTunes and I stay away from Talk Radio these days because I have lost interest in keeping up with the madness of the political state. Culture mystifies me and I just don't get it. I have been accused of being out of date, which is more than fine and far ... I just don't care as much as I probably should. For me, life is simple these days. I do what I do, everyone else does what they do. If you need my help, ask. Beware if you want my opinion because you will get what I call an old school version. However, if you are my friend, that's all I need to know. Anything else is up to you to offer. Unless you seem to be not doing well, I will stay out of your business.
This past weekend, the Saturday Night Tabletop Group managed to get dragged through the last part of the Council of Thieves, which has been a sojourn and a half. It is the first Pathfinder Adventure Path I have had the pleasure and honor to get the group through as Dungeon Master and it might be the only Adventure Path we have managed to get through.
For about two-thirds of the group, it is a learning of the Pathfinder's system of doing things, especially for me. I really think that my health sliding into Hell back from 2018 on through 2020 really caused me to forget what was important to me, including friendships and responsibilities. But also how to run a game, especially with on the average of seven people per session. So, for me, it's going to be a relearning experience to which I have gotten yelled at by a few of the people there and have had to refocus my tolerance of others. I think this is the lesson of life: patience and tolerance of those around you. While take care of yourself, be mindful that you are not the center of life, but from you flows the power of love and understanding. What I think I bring to the game and the group is my creativity, but also my renewed vigor of life and happiness. I try to be the voice of reason and understanding, a sounding board to people, and a good judge when needed.
With the completion of this adventure path, six books of a wild-assed story that sometimes made no sense to me and any one else for that matter, but it means that we get to return to Wrath of the Righteous! This has been something I have looked forward to returning to for a few years now. Not only do I, as a player, get to return to Israfel Vincent and Caitlynn Wildfire, but they also get to be unleashed and be at tremendous strength of their adventuring and superheroine states, something that I had been slowly cultivating through various role-playing online and at the tabletop games when able. It's something that I have rediscovered that I missed in both arena of fun and creativity, but I'm tickled to have rediscovered this.
My nephew, the Naval Firefighter, had commented a while back that he had always enjoyed the Villains and Vigilantes (2nd Edition) games that I had run with him and his friends over the years and then the ability to sometimes join our group. He has been keeping up with some of my journals over the years, especially the infamous one about "Hard Headed Halflings!" which because he knew the gang and could easily feel like he was there. "You could see your writing and story-telling is not just an art form, but something to be proud of," he had said once. "I have watched how happy telling these stories make you and how well you pull the audience into each moment of the story to make them feel as if they are right there." Quite the compliment.
I have said many times before and I still say this a lot ... I would have loved being in show-business back when I was younger and not being able to be was a disappointment, but with the stage of the Saturday Night Tabletop Group, I can do that. When I'm there, I can take the roles of the NPCs and have a lot of fun with them. Some are just beings to be defeated either through "Swords and Sorcery!" or "Heroics and Good Deeds!" Going from being a Dungeon Master to a Good Player is going to take a bit of adjustment, but it is something that I'm sure I will love again. Sitting back and watching others weave the story, interacting with the other players to further the goals of the group and forge the story, and having fun. Which is what this is all about.
Someone asked me the other night "Why put so much time into this sort of thing?" At the time, my thought was that I have worked so hard to get where I am now. I got me a solid job with good friends and I like to think I'm respected and trusted enough to be quite the asset. Undoubtedly, I can say that I'm a loyal supporter of the Firm and have proven it time and time again, especially after almost twenty-two years now. Most of the time, I work ... usually and consistently forty hours plus. The plus is the extra time I put into it, not for pay, but to allow myself the ability to make the day smoother for those around me and myself. So, when I finally get home and change roles and costumes from hard-working to harder-playing modes, I'm serious about being the best me possible. So, with that thought in mind, I do NOT fool around, though I try to be mindful of my surroundings and the people who are around and nearby. I do what I can and I do my best to do it well. Every day. It's not easy, it's often not as good as it should be, but I live, learn, and move on. That's about all anyone can do in life.
Back when Mom was about to pass, I came home to Bonifay, Florida, which was half way between my Big Sister's home in Gulf Port, Mississippi and my place here in Savannah, Georgia, where my folks had retired to, not just in tears and emotional stress, but it was a dam that finally had broken. Pop let me sit with Mom as she was out of it, high as hell and unconscious to deal with all of the pain she was in. I watched a woman who I loved, respected, and feared dying. I knew there was so much what I wanted to say and the realization that I wouldn't get to, but ... I just sat there and dealt with it in silence. Often, I went out to the dock that Pop had built when they arrived in Bonifay and just sat. Pop came out there with a glass of Gentleman Jack and a can of Coke with his own vodka and just say with me. I didn't drink, but we had a serious heart-to-heart. Pop wasn't that sort of man who opened his heart to people, especially loved ones. He just wasn't that sort of fellow. He had to grow up really fast from what I have managed to piece together over the years. His father ran out on him and his mother remarried to a good man, who became a father to him. Years later when he was about seventeen, he came downstairs into the root cellar and discovered that his father had ended his life with his own service revolver. He was dying of cancer and did not wish to be a burden to the ones he loved. Pop had said the same thing about himself and I had often said that about myself as well, though my friends had been concerned that I was on that path a few years ago. But, he stood there with me on the dock or sat there next to me and we just talked ...
"Honey, one of the things I can tell you is simply that all you can do is the best you can with life," he quietly said. "Be the best you that you can be, allow others to be who they are, and do what you can to make life around you better."
It's something that came back to me when my head started to clear after the operation on my left foot while laying in the hospital. It's something that I think about a lot and it is what keeps me going and enduring what I feel needs to be done.
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
"If you do decide you made a mistake, do what you can to fix it. And then learn from the experience."