Escaped From My Bat Cave

I am mad! I am mad!! I AM MAD!!! Later on (which happened in the next paragraph), I will write here at my blog the reasons for my current state of ill-humor. I am scared of myself when I am ‪#‎mad‬. When I was growing up, my dad used to corral me close to him whenever I started acting up. He kept me on a short leash. Now-a-days, only one other person in New Orleans can ‪#‎scare‬ me into my corner. However, she ‪#‎loves‬ when I am out loose, “parading around” in the moonlight, until she sends me the ‪#‎bat‬ signal to shut up and scamper into my designated corner.

Later on!!!… A Revelation: My James Bond 007 martini has become my personal concoction of which I am discovering I do not know what I will turn into after drinking it. There have been many classic movies in Hollywood through the ages which depict the many dire and lethal circumstances which occur once the protagonist drinks some kind of volatile concoction of his own design. I now begin to think that similarly that is also “I.” I drove over to my daughter’s house yesterday evening to mix a few martinis for us and some guests while we sat and chatted. Then, by the time I got back home, I WAS MAD! MADDD!!!


I wanna’ be on the beach with her.

UPDATE: I fell asleep for a minute. Now, I plan to watch a little bit of TV to relax. When I initially awoke I briefly studied some of my resources in order to dig for a possible nugget of wisdom. I ran across Psalm 103:11 which says, “For as high as the heaven is above the earth, so great is the Lord’s mercy unto them that fear Him.” I also ran across Chapter 4, Eckhart Tolle, The Power of NOW which says, “Die to the past every moment. You don’t need it. Only refer to it when it is absolutely relevant to the present. Feel the power of this moment and the fullness of Being (which is the Lord’s living power flowing into us right now). Feel your presence.

… or, if I were better-looking; or, if I spent some time in the gym buffing up my physique.

Thou Doth Flatter Thyself

NEW ORLEANS (Gazette) — My reported, reputed and conjectured romantic demise has been much exaggerated and ballyhooed. I find it necessary to clarify my vaunted standing with respect to the passage of time as it is related to my “romantical” prowess.
So, Ferdie Werdie shared a link from near New Orleans:

My post recently GROW OLD WITH DIGNITY about my so-called decline in the field of amorous endeavors is catching some vended interest around the world from other old farts, I mean,  sum’a-duh-beyotches like myself. I hope that this announcement about my continued prowess and breathing of H2O actually goes viral. Some of my lovely nephews, nieces, offspring, etc. doth flatter themselves too much when they clamor that I am old and washed-up. Also, my so-called sexual decline in the romance department is totally & overly exaggerated. Below, I list one Twitter fan of mine who has graciously taken notice of my announcement and shared it with the world.
George Brownell@gwbrownell tweeted approval of @ferdiewerdie’s announcement by reTweeting it here:

Yes, I appreciated someone noticing my dilemma and giving me support.  7 Apr Need our offspring say, “Dad, you have to learn to grow old with dignity?” (via @ferdiewerdie

@gwbrownell graciously shared ferdie’s tweet…
So, @FerdieWerdie magnanimously replied: I think that fine young ladies truly cannot help themselves around me, 007-Goldfinger. I mean …Werdie; Ferdie Werdie ..LOL. That is why I wanted to share this movie clip based on my book DRIVE WOMEN CRAZY.

This was my my reply to @gwbrownell’s retweet:

George Brownell@gwbrownell    7 Apr  also tweeted the picture above and thanked the the young lady who posted the picture.: “Good question, Diane.” … ( Thanks, Diane Carlysle )