After dinner and cleaning the kitchen I went swimming. Right now my body aches, but I am grooving on the silence in my flannel jammies and warm socks.

I’m kind of tired. But I need to find my optimal sleeping position.

Later

Just food that is. I had some leftover roast beef. I sauteed onions, garlic, celery, carrots and mushrooms, added the roast beef and made a gravy with a roux and a can of beef stock. Serving over egg noodles. Was really easy. Just lots of slicing and chopping.

Would a BJ be an appropriate gesture of appreciation, assuming the meal is sufficiently satisfying?

I went to bed at 11:00PM, slept til 1:00AM. I dressed, came downstairs, washed and sliced strawberries, washed blueberries (from Chile) washed and pitted cherries (Chile again) for her snack at her break. She only has a four hour shift; a full lunch isn’t necessary.

I went swimming yesterday. It feels more like a regular day. I’m experiencing the general a soreness present after I swim along with the lower back and hip pain. I have been using a cane some, mostly to take weight off the bad leg. None of the discomfort feels as bad after I swim.

So I am blogging. I feel the need to sleep some more. Back to bed.

Here I am awake, watching my Ukrainian metal detecting guys survey a newly plowed field. They find the usual stuff, coins, buttons, spent cartridges, religious medals, and cutlery. Some of their funds are nearly one thousand years old. Some were left by Die Deutsche Wehrmacht almost 80 years ago. We can only imagine the horror visited upon this earth not all that long ago, as the Germans sought this land for Lebensraum, living space.

The dirt of Ukraine is the famous “Black Earth”, the source of its fame as a prized agricultural region. Only about thirty years ago, under Communism, the agricultural production model was the collective farm. When the collective farms disappeared, the jobs in the rural economy went away also. Villages were depopulated and there are many abandoned houses. Eerie.

I made some decaf. I will sit and drink some of it as I watch the lay faithful, the monks, and the clerics do their Christmas festival. Now the people are singing Silent Night in Ukrainian Russian. This comes from monastery at Sviatogorsk Lavra in the Don Bass region. The people sing over there. Truly moving.

The peoples of Russia and Ukraine had their “revolution” over a century ago and found it wanting. They embrace their Orthodox faith and its customs and traditions because they experienced the spiritual desert of secular atheist Marxism. A lot of Westerners need to see how fervent their rejection of secular agnostic materialist values is, Pope Francis, for starters.

J had this experience of sadness yesterday that I managed to feel also. We need to talk. Again. That’s the thing about relationships. The partners need to talk more than once. Who knew?

Time for me to get really intrusive. Maybe her health isn’t good. Work exhausts her. I don’t know any more. It’s hard living with someone whose principal activities are work and watching cable and broadcast TV.

OK, After that teaser, I thought I would acknowledge I am on Fetlife

My Nom de Plume is SenorWences. If you want to connect message me there.

If you remember the Spanish ventriloquist who regularly appeared on The Ed Sullivan Show my pseudonym is an homage to him.

So there.

I just responded back and forth on a variety of topics around TV, the 60’s and TV commercials with a blogging friend. And my gosh,the intimacy in sharing our experiences was powerful. It was/is erotic. Sex is an extension of conversation, much of the time. Intimacy is about being heard, in my opinion.