SGFE--Remove All Jewelry

I took my wedding band off three weeks ago and still miss it, like my finger is naked, though that feeling is diminishing. I guess I took it off to hasten the process of divorce. If a woman sees me ringless and is interested, and I am interested, I would more quickly finalize the process, or so I think. But in Poland they wear their wedding rings on the right hand. So IF I wore it here, chicks might not even know that I was married. Maybe I should get dressed.
I was planning on going square dancing, too. That was one of the things I really wanted to do when I couldn’t do it overseas. I also watched Star Trek, the original series while overseas, sth I would never do while Stateside. I don’t know what kind of people I’d meet at a square dance, and maybe it would be awkward. When my dad was going through his first divorce, from my mom, he went to live with his parents too, and so did my mom with her parents. My dad’s parents, Church of Christ people, told him he couldn’t stay there if he was going to dance. But when he was on his own, he took it up w/ his new wife and they enjoyed it for a few years. In the Church of Christ, smoking and drinking weren’t allowed at all, but three of my grandparents’ four kids were alcoholics and all four were smokers. It didn’t take.
I been thinking abt how much I drink—usually two or three beers, exactly, every night. When I say two or three, I really mean that. It is not a phrase I use to hide a larger number. I guess I’m telling on myself. I used to homebrew, so I could produce great low-alcohol ales, but now I can’t do that and am consequently consuming more alcohol. I think even if I drink low alc stuff it affects my memory, but I can’t say no to it.
I will eventually get set up to homebrew again, as I suppose it is better for me and my growing waistline.
But I guess I didn’t tell you that as far as getting my own place goes, I only have abt one month to do it, and right now I have zero means of doing that.
Here’s a poem I wrote a couple of months ago about the frustrating search for a job.

The Psalm

Does he really care
When you got no job or
Income, have been giving
Everything to him?

Does he give two hoots
And a holler
Abt anything more’n
Food & clothing, with
With which we must be content?

What abt ale?
A good dark French roast?
The decadent snack?

WWJD? It’s a hypothetical
Question and has no real answer

He had no fierce wife
But had his Judas,
The pilfering prick.
Imagine what a satisfying
Relationship that was

It’s enough just to
Be like him—that’s
The answer to every
Situation he’s never been
in but you are.

I guess I have to pull
This psalm out of
Its similar tailspin and say
It’ll all work out.

After all they wasted nard,
Didn’t they?

Steve, who has a published essay and takes poetry writing classes says it needs tightening up. I wasn’t thinking abt jobs when I quoted me, but rather a place to stay.
Job-wise, I went to a public-school teacher certification orientation meeting today, and it looks good to go for that. Because I am fifty, I have my own personal counselor and can apply for a scholarship. Because I have expertise in two areas—teaching ESL and literature—I can sell myself as a teacher in residence and get work soon, as I am getting my ed. reqs out of the way. So that psalm may have to now be used to think abt a place to live.
I picked up my wedding band and put it on briefly and took it off again. I’m feeling less and less naked.