not one single thing to be grouchy about!

My plate is the half order (S) of Migas.  That is my coffee, café con crema, a daily first.  Joe's Bakery was recommended by One as a place I would like and he was absolutely on point.  As soon as we stepped inside I knew we were in for a treat.  It's rare when this type of food tastes exactly as it should, as it would, had I prepared it myself.  Joe's Bakery epitomizes every good thing about the blending of the old Mexican-American culture which is a part of any Texan's heritage.  Wait, that may be an exaggeration, Texas is a big place.  The guys in East Texas may not appreciate this branch of the family tree as I, having grown up along the coast, do.  What I really want to express is, if you're any where near Austin, an want to eat authentic Mexican food, eat here.  Tejano is blasting on the jukebox, there seemed to be every sort of pan dulce (which I don't ever eat, but it looked delicious), the waitress was the model of warm hospitality, and the food was ... bliss.  I could happily eat there (and grow fat) everyday.  Did you know that a flour tortilla has about 120 calories j u s t  i n  i t before slathering on the butter and whatever else you're gonna eat, I mean, it is intended to be a conveyance device right?!?  Gosh I love Mexican food.  BBQ I like, I really like Texas BBQ (Mexican BBQ is the bomb too).  Oh well ... . I mention this today because it's just one example of how nice it is to be home.   I do associate "this food" as part of my life ... these smells are the smells I grew up smelling and feels like a hug.  Joe's is the story of a person who spent his life in ways that are still positively influencing lives ... that's admirable.  

This is what I'm working on.  What I'm trying to be most mindful of.  I'm trying to keep my focus on what I am thankful for.  The little thankful for, the daily delights. Like eggs ... migas.

The thing I like the very least about myself is my tendency to "pick" at stuff that doesn't make sense and won't make sense.  Mark Twain is quoted as saying, "It's no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction.  Fiction has to make sense."  A lot of stuff is just that ... nonsensical, aggravatingly so ... so ... why go there.  Why not go towards the stuff that does make sense.  How long have old men and old women been discontent with politics (just for example) to the point of becoming habitually grouchy.  Politics doesn't make sense.  I understand why people are bitterly disappointed with the state of our affairs.  

We watched all of the show 11.22.63.  Don't.  It pretty much sucked.  The interesting take away was, after the guy did the work "to change history" the present he came back to was dismal.  Everything got worse!  As I look back over  (US) "politics" as I understand it, it seems like the assassination of JFK was perceived to be the turning point, or the Nixon/Watergate scandal (really ... how scandalous does it seem now in light of where we find ourselves/) but every time in our country's history has suffered from the disease of the weaknesses inherent in mankind.  And ... I think our country is still the best place if not the best time.  

I exhaust myself with my "frettings" about how a person in the very periphery of my life has acted, is acting, might act in the future when in fact it doesn't really matter very much at all to me.  I'll do right should the occasion come up when I'm called upon to do something.  That should settle it for me I think.  I really don't enjoying wasting moments of life on that.

It's easy to "pick".  I'm really trying to habituate "gratitude".  I really dislike grouchy old women even more the I dislike grouchy old men.  

silly, I know

Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things. ~ Philippians 4:8