Priestly Liquor Nonsense

I’m feeling a bit enigmatic today.    Actually that’s not true.   It’s not mystery why I feel so lousy today.   I’m depressed.   This is actually the third set of three words that I am attempting to write about.   On both of the other two sets I kind of, sort of started and then found that I just could not write any more.   Indeed this compose screen has been open forever,  yet I am making precious little progress at filling this space with words.   I know that these three word musings are mostly nonsense most of the time.   And yet there are days when it seems as though non-sense is just more than I can do.

Since I don’t drink much at all any more– alcohol turns to pure sugar and is very bad for my diabetes,  I don’t think much about liquor.   Here in Washington state,  voters voted to let grocery stores and other big box stores start selling booze.    I read that people were surprised that prices generally went up from what the state-run stores had been selling liquor for.     I suppose it is much more convenient to be able to buy liquor all over,  but since I never buy even a dram it doesn’t really effect me one way or another.    That I don’t drink is just one more way that I sometimes feel so out of it.

And I’ve not a clue what to say about priestly.   It’s been many years since I spent any time around priests.    If they were Jesuits,  no doubt that would have no patience at all with my taking six days on this very simple blog post.   Some how I picture a Jesuit cranking out five hundred words (in Latin probably) before breakfast.    Thinking about it,   I suppose I could imagine a Methodist minister struggling and struggling all week to write a sermon and only finishing it on Saturday night by the hardest.   I don’t think I will ever be priestly and faithfully devoted to writing these blog posts every day.

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40 comments on “Priestly Liquor Nonsense

    • Memories are often funny. It is odd I think how our memoires are connected and reading something can bring back something from so long ago. Thanks so much for stopping by and sharing your comments, Thomas.

  1. I hear ya’. Sometimes that black compose window is a vast cavern. 🙂

    I found some relief by picking up one of those specialty writing apps that clears the screen of everything but a blank sheet of paper. There’s something about that change that helps sometimes.

  2. I appreciate your exposing your difficulty writing so transparently. Some days when I can’t get a project finished I feel like I am the only person who is unable to accomplish what seems to be a minor task. Hope you are feeling better soon.

    • Thanks, Harold. Sometimes it seems to me that I share in this blog my own personal truths as I have lived them and come to know them. Those are the days when I feel as though this blog is a success. (Other days I find myself looking at the numbers and see where I have fallen so far short of my objectives that I can’t help but feel as though this blog is a failure 🙂

  3. When I read the three words, I anticipated a diatribe about Graham Greene’s ‘whiskly priests’, a great many of whom seemed to be his friends. Is this fictional nonsense – it may be more likely that he got to know a great number of sober priests once he converted to Catholicism.Or he may have known some Anglican priests who were fond of the bottle (generally gin rather than whisky). Or is it all nonsense…who knows? :>)

    • Perhaps I need to go and read some of Graham Greene’s books. Many of the Catholic priests I knew in Louisiana back in the day did drink. I personally don’t much associate priests with sobriety, although when I think about it I’m sure there are many priests who do not consume alcohol.

  4. Priestly nonsense liquor reminds of a rum cake that my mom used to make and I think she got the recipe from our parish priest or did he ask her for the recipe? I just know that many a parish priest enjoyed liquor in a glass or in a cake recipe that my mom made. This reminds me of all of those memories. We had a parish priest who was a gourmet cook, and we had some great meals. Great 3 words Alan.

    • Mmmmm. Reading your comment, Michelle, I find myself craving rum cake. One of my parents’ friends, a very kind lady named Miss Nody used to make rum cake, and I find myself remembering wonderful visits to her house, and being served that wonderful cake. (I’m thinking if this does not pass quickly I may have to hunt down a recipe and attempt to recreate that fondly remembered long ago treat.)

  5. Just a note to let you know that I still read your blog faithfully. The combination of “priestly” and “nonsense” just makes me think of “Nunsense.”

    I’ve been keeping my nose the grindstone, so to speak — I’m finishing my tenth novel right now. And here’s a three-word suggestion for you:

    Ancestors Society Countryside

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  7. An amusing treatise, Libdrone. I was particularly taken with you use of the word ‘dram’. No doubt you meant it as a literary device (i.e. ‘a small amount’) rather than a strict unit of measurement (which is 3 fourths of a modern US teaspoon). This amount, I’m sure, you wouldn’t be able to buy (I don’t know, though, maybe there are some bars out there really ripping people off with their measurements!). The use of an old term for a fluid measurement perhaps unintentionally works well with the notion of priestly, which is for most people also an older term. So, there you go, a bit of additional rambling nonsense for you !

    • Actually, Mark, I was thinking of the less precise usage of dram (just a little bit). I think that the small nip bottles that are the smallest amount of alcohol you can buy are one ounce.

  8. I sympathize with your writer’s block and what a great way to deal with it by just documenting the struggle. Thanks Alan!

  9. Alan, all bloggers and other writers have times when the words seem locked up in the keys or ink. The letters refuse to release themselves from the comfort of the keyboard or pen. At times like that, it’s best to remember that the words will flow like liquor at a frat party. It’s not necessary to have Jesuit style discipline. Instead, let the lines fall as they may, and your ideas will be shared with the world.

    • I love the image of the letters being locked away in the keyboard. And I know you are right about the cyclical nature of life. Sometimes it seems as though learning to recognize and ride out the cycles is my life task.

  10. I think it’s kind of weird that something as dangerous as alcohol can be sold anywhere. In Quebec, they even sell it at Gas stations. Talk about the message being promoted there….right?

    • Mmmmm. Alcohol prohibition was a colossal failure, as is our current ‘war on drugs’. I don’t know what the answer is, but I feel certain that prohibition will never work.

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