Monday Morning.... I Look at My Heart and See What I'm Not.

I spent my day in Rochester yesterday. I'm still unsure of what i think of Rochester as a city. Most of me feels very lukewarm about it, thinking of it as a smaller, inferior Buffalo. I know every time I've been in the city late, i marveled at how little there was to do. Of course, it's possible i didn't know where to look.

My first stop in the city was a funeral for the mother of one of my oldest friends. t was an especially weird feeling when one of your friends from childhood loses a parent. As you get older you and friends all start to go through phases. You all go to college. Then some of your friends start getting married. Then all of your friends start having children. All of those phases were interesting to see, even though i have seemed to side step most of them. I don't think I'm ready for the phase when my friend's parents start passing away. Nope, not ready as at all.

I'm glad i went though. The family seemed genuinely happy to see me. I wish i was able to offer them some solace and peace, but that's something that only time will truly be able to assist with.

Since i was now free to explore Rochester, i did what any same man would do. I went to Dinosaur Barbecue and stuffed myself full of pulled pork. That was a wise choice. The cornbread was better than i remembered.

Then i took up residency in a local Starbucks. Shocking, i know. This particular Starbucks is on Monroe Ave in Rochester, and it's in a house. The downstairs of the house has been converted into a Starbucks. It's comfy. I sat there are read for almost 3 hours. The reading was good. I learned all about not projecting my Anima onto others. Especially women. The arborist and i shall discuss this tonight...

The finale of the night was a rare Seven Head Division show. Always excellent. My ears are still bleeding, in the happiest way possible.

And here we are on Monday morning. I have more reading to do. I think I'm gonna go to the cemetery and read. My head knows that going there is unwise for my heart, but i think in the long run it will be a good thing. I need to make it my own, it's too beautiful to let it become an untouchable symbol of something i lost, and therefore become something else lost to me. Wish me luck.