A funny thing happened on the way

to another boring day in Bigjollyland. It became interesting.

Started off a bit unusual in that neither of us were fully prepared for our class today. I was still searching for the “hook”, the one thing that I could focus on in our discussion. Never found it but I tried. We also decided to arrive only 3/4 of an hour before class instead of our normal hour and a half. Hey, got to sleep longer anyways.

I thought that the class went pretty well. I suppose I shouldn’t have started the discussion with my current dilemma on the death penalty but hey, I got the floor, right? Ended up being a pretty good discussion about cooperation and why we, as men, do what we do. For absolutely no reason. Yes?

Okay, so class is over, going to head up to the stage to harmonize (hey, I try) with RSa. But here is where it gets interesting. I’m hijacked by one of the guys, he needs help. Like, he REALLY needs help! As in, he ‘captures’ me and closes the door. Guess I’m not getting out of this one. Turns out he’s having some major problems in his trailer. Although I was aware of this on a peripheral level, I didn’t realize the extent of the problem. Major. About 20 minutes into the session, I’m joined by another guy, not a class member but someone that BH has reached out to earlier that morning.

We ended up talking through the entire service. And I didn’t make it up to the stage, leaving RSa holding a mic. Bummer, I didn’t mean to do that. But I was doing what needed to be done. Although I’d rather sing.

In hindsight, I’m pretty brutal as a “counselor”. I think it is because the only time I’ve been able to make changes is when someone was brutally honest with me. And frankly, that doesn’t happen very often. I mean, how many times has someone had the ‘nads to tell you the truth when you’ve been screwing up? Not very often, in most cases. So my mindset is that, if someone is hurting bad enough to reach out, I gotta tell ’em the truth. Of course, the truth I tell them is by nature filtered through my life experience but I can’t help that!

Bottom line is that I think that BH is better off tonight than he was this morning. Of course, I also told him this brutal truth – he didn’t create this mess overnight so don’t think it is going to be rectified in the morning.

Whew, that was way too much Dr. Phil for me. After church, SU and I took Pop to lunch, then home for a nap. Went down to Katie’s for a bit tonight, King’s Highway was playing. Okay band for live music but not great. I think that they would be better if they just said to heck with it and played original stuff but then, they probably wouldn’t have very many gigs. Such is the life of a band. Play what you want for nothing or play covers for money.

Well, it is now a bit past midnight, meaning it is a New Year. So what is the Bigjolly’s resolutions? Frankly, I just want to be the person that I think I should be. And I’ve got an awful long way to go to achieve that.
This pic was snapped at exactly midnight CST. I have exactly NO IDEA what the green thing is, I promise it wasn’t there when I snapped it (at least I didn’t see it) and I DID NOT Photoshop this thing! Yeah, it’s blurry, you try hand holding a pic for a six second exposure. Way hard. Late.