03 Thursday Jan 2019
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Every once in a while, I have to show my appreciation for Great Britain. Thank you for the sacrifices that saved Europe, Waterloo, The Somme, Dunkirk.
01 Tuesday Jan 2019
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01 Tuesday Jan 2019
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I am watching a fashion show on YouTube. A Mexican fashion show, Bendita Tentacion, featuring lingerie. By the appearance on the screen, it’s trashy lingerie. Insomnia creates opportunities one doesn’t normally have if sleeping is what one does at night. This show has a minuscule production budget. Yet it is strangely endearing. These nice Mexican women are expressing their love of Fashion. Gotta love ’em for doing their thing.
I could watch the Brazilian plus size fashions. They are produced by people wanting to sell a lot of clothes to retailers; hence they spend money on professional models, wearing pricier clothes.
This is the magic that is Youtube. If you can send it up to the Internet, somebody will watch it. While these two women are talking, a television screen shows images that may or may not be related to clothes and fashion.
Time for more coffee, decaffeinated, of course. Maybe I will go back to bed. But, let’s be honest here, sleeping can be boring. Nobody in their right mind would be watching a show in a language they don’t understand just because it’s there to be watched. But I watch it. My older brother, were he alive today, would be watching.
Chalk this up to communing with The Dead,
I will have to put my jammies on again, or not. Maybe I will just sleep in my clothes.
01 Tuesday Jan 2019
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I imagine her energetic, for a change, and curious as to how such a touch would feel. Or if the tales of excitement, arousal, play are real for everyone.
Maybe we could sleep nude. And my hands will wander, for sure. Can life and love begin anew? Hard again and thrusting.
Slowly, slowly. Awaken now. Tempus fugit.
31 Monday Dec 2018
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I am sitting here, comfortable, warm, indolent, desirous.
Do I risk everything in 2019 to make my marriage a marriage? You know, a relationship with physical intimacy. But here’s the kicker to that. The physical intimacy is the tip of the proverbial iceberg. In order for the door of sex to open, there are other doors in the passage that need to open first.
Here’s the crusher. My pretenses, my facade have to go away. Only I can release them. Yikes! So I am back to wrestling with that conundrum. But then again what have I got to lose?
27 Thursday Dec 2018
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My 30 year old younger son came for dinner. We had an eye round roast, mashed potatoes, with mushroom gravy. He wanted macaroni and cheese with my homemade cheese sauce too. Being smart, I figured I could fix Mac & Cheese another night and rope him into another visit. I don’t think there has ever been a parent who hasn’t wished their adult children could magically be 7 or 8 or whatever their child’s “cute age” was, again. But he turned out OK and I am still high from the visit.
He had this idea about unloading baggage from a moving train, as if it were a huge problem. I think the venture capitalists would rather put their money into Artificial Intelligence, rather than a minor problem in a moribund form of transportation. But what do I know?
25 Tuesday Dec 2018
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Yesterday, 24 December, seemed particularly busy. I did more than I usually do. I went to Confession. I am a great believer in the Sacrament of Reconciliation, (Penance), because it is a chance to let God know that you know that you broke His rules. As a result, things aren’t going all that well. God values honesty and humility. He forgives our selfishness.
Then after getting squared away with The Good Lord, I went shopping at BJ’s to take advantage of some coupon savings, but I still spent a big chunk of money. I’m hoping that Finlandia Butter is worth the extra money, as well as the Irish cheese.
Having taken all the largesse home, and stowed away the frozen foods and other perishables, I went swimming, 2050 meters, in 50 minutes 7 sec. As the report cards used to say “Shows Improvement“. I am grateful for that.
J nd I had dinner at Maggiano’s Little Italy. The highlight was watching an eight year old boy in front of us at another table eat, or attempt to eat a bowl of spaghetti and a meatball the size of a baseball. Hilarious. His mother was at the table with him. I assume the youngish female human adult was his mother. But judging from his manners, the little boy may actually be raised by wolves.
When I got back home, I did some laundry, took a nap,and relaxed in general. The highlight was soaking and scrubbing my feet, clipping the nails, and applying some foot cream. They still feel great from that TLC.
Our only agenda item is the 10:00 AM Mass. No family get togethers till Saturday. Maybe my younger son will be by. But it is good to have time with just my wife at Christmas.
23 Sunday Dec 2018
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I spent the day at home, apart from my trip to the YMCA for a swim. I didn’t do much and I slept a long time in the morning. I spent the afternoon waiting for my daughter-in-law to come by with some pasta and sauce my son prepared. It took her a while and I suppose I should’ve gone to the Y earlier. But, ya’ know, a little bad time management from time to time is a good thing. So she gets here, and we just chat at the door for about 10 minutes. I enjoyed that time spent with her.
After the Y and the pasta dinner, I spent way too much time watching medical videos on YouTube. Then again, I have yet to tire of learning, after 67 years, 11 months and 2 days of breathing air on God’s Earth here.
But it is bedtime. Tomorrow I go to Mass to thank the Good Lord for this gift called being alive, as well as the gift of His Son’s Incarnation, this coming Tuesday.
Gratitude. Get you some!
20 Thursday Dec 2018
I am drinking a cup of tea, Harney’s Darjeeling, to be precise. I ordered a tin of loose tea from Amazon a while back. It is damp and rainy today, so hot tea sounded appealing.
Americans aren’t exactly tea connoisseurs. Most Americans drink tea iced, with sugar, what Southerners call Sweet Tea. My sister’s term for Sweet Tea is “house wine of the South”. My mother never put sugar in iced tea, so I don’t. My wife drinks sweet tea from McDonald’s almost all day.
I am bragging to myself because I can distinguish the difference between Darjeeling and Irish Breakfast Tea. Earl Grey is too easy to distinguish, as is Lapsang Souchong, one of my favorites. I love Lapsang Souchong’s pine tar smokiness. I daresay it is erotic, in the way that the unique aroma and flavour awaken the senses.
The awakening of the senses is the very essence of the erotic. So consider this. Our culture has become very sexualized, but hardly is it erotic. We are abuzz with allusions to arousal and gratification (orgasm), but the sensuality of sexual awakening is a wasteland of deprivation.
Subtleties of touch, smell, taste, sound, even sight, are lost. The sexual imagery is drearily cliched´. The Playmate image (sexism, notwithstanding) died of boredom.
But I digress, as my tea has gone cold. I shall have a proper Afternoon Tea this Spring, with dainty sandwiches, and pastries. Something to look forward to.
19 Wednesday Dec 2018
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Why are colds called colds? Did you ever wonder about that? Back in the Good Old Days, i.e. The Middle Ages, sickness was considered an imbalance of bodily humours. There were four such humours, phlegm, blood (sangue), black bile(choler) and yellow bile. The medieval physicians also looked at whether one was hot or cold.
So I feel like my humours are out of balance. Maybe that is my problem.
What about your humours?
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