Lucky Old Sun

I was thinking of making an entire post theme that revolved around song lines and/or titles. However, as it turns out the title of this post is the only one I can think of. And the other line that I had in my head is some inane Jim Morrison poem line from that spoken word album we got into years ago, in the Door's period. Its not unlike Picasso's blue period, but we were younger and smoked more pot. Anyway, the line is "Wow.. I'm sick of doubt..." Of course, the poem rambles on to other more acid filled lunacy. But for me, now.. it's just that one phrase that is stuck in the craw. And it's true. I am sick of doubt. Do you ever feel it? Like somehow, slowly, into you life... doubt has crept and laid eggs? And that these new lives, the maggots of doubt, have bored holes into your mind and kept you somehow mesmerized? Left you wondering if this, or that may or may not be the right thing to do, or say, or think? I mean, it's not that pervasive of course. But they are there sometimes. And I'm sick of them. I seek an exterminator to poison these creatures from my mind. Some use faith, or meditation or the like. Some just drink heavily I suppose. I'm hoping that somewhere in between these options some other method will make itself clear.

And in the meantime, we come back to our topic- the Lucky Old Sun. What I have done recently is to simply begin wandering. I zig zag my way down to the beach, find a nice rock to sit on, and listen to the waves and watch the sun set. As the song says... "That Lucky Old Sun, ain't got nothing to do, but roll, roll around heaven, all day". I imagine that the sun never doubts if it's going to come up tomorrow.

Now, we shall away to the mundane. It's Monday late, and Thursday I shall apparently get some replacement teeth. Temps, to be sure, but fillers none the less. It's terribly exciting. I don't get to "eat" exactly, but my lisp will change form. In the meantime I have to decide what to do with the scruffy mess on my cheeks. After surgery, I decided I wouldn't shave until I had teeth. Now that they are pending, here is the open question to any of y'all still reading. Leave as is? Shave it off again? Whack back to goatee format, as before? Or clean up and leave in it's somewhat full form? The house is accepting comments and questions in this regard, and will consider all perspective and opinion. It's hard to capture, but this is what I can show: