Once again, I am discouraged. My world is about to change as I contemplate the challenge of living without an automobile. The one I have driven for the last seven years has a serious problem. I don’t know if we can afford a second car under our present circumstances. Lots of walking in my future. Restructuring my world, in order to live within walking distance of my necessary institutions, grocery shopping recreation, socializing, seems to be next. That may mean I post more often. It may mean I post hardly at all. Bear with me, as I sort things out.

Just feel like there is no good news out there. If people want a coup d’etat to oust Trump, so be it. Then let the killing begin. Let’s see who wins.

Sometimes the inconvenience and danger and cold is worth it for the simple beauty of things

I pulled out all the stops, fixing The Mother Of All Snowy Days Dinners. Objectives: 1) Hearty Meal, 2) Shameless Use of Butter, 3) Food you don’t have everyday.

The Meal: roast pork loin, butternut squash, broccoli w homemade cheese sauce, and spoonbread.

Can you say “Southern”?

Too bad my wife can’t seem to find enough energy to eat at the table with me.

What am I? The hired help? Oh well.

But she loves me, she says. And she is tired. She appreciates that I understand. Yes I do understand. I also hurt.

At the end of October, I got the Type 2 Diabetes scare. So I got back to Weight Watchers (WW) and to regular swimming at the Y

I have lost around 18 lbs and my swimming schedule has me in the pool 5 times per week for a distance of 2050 meters each workout.

I can’t believe the difference in how well I sleep, how my appetite has changed, how my attitude has improved, and how my overall fitness has bounced back.

If you are older, 55+, and you aren’t moving around, start. Even simple exercise like walking makes a big difference.

I had no idea how aggresively damaging inactivity can be as we age.

Repeat: Get up. Move around.

NSFW Obscene, Frankly

Feeling your naked skin against mine, Kissing the nape of your neck as my fingers pull your nipples erect. I take the lube to prep your waiting slit. And yet my lewd and wandering mind saves a dab to push a finger into your anus. And two fingers tease your cunt as one taunts your asshole.

I long to taste your cunt and feel your clit harden.

Prick hardens, thrusts, your legs upon my shoulders and, as your crisis rises, you cry out when I come.

NSFW    Not appropriate for minors, the emotionally immature, or those lacking imagination.

Marta completed her evaluation.

” I know what I have to work with here. Left to your own devices you have become an indolent wretch, seduced not by a woman, but a recliner, a TV, and a remote control.  You had sense enough to end the booze and reefer without my intervention and you did get your sorry ass back to the pool. But if you want to take your physical fitness and your attitude to the next level, you will accept my tutelage. This is your chance right now to walk away.  If you accept my discipline and methods, you will be fit again, desired again, and, most importantly, you will love yourself.”

She took out her cell phone, pressed one key, a speed dial number obviously, began a conversation of which I was privy to but one end.

“I have a candidate. I’ve used him myself in the past. When he is at peak form, he is vigorous, flexible, and obedient. He is independent, no family. No debt. There’s nobody who will miss his absence. Holidays? I suppose we can send him to his mother’s with an ankle bracelet on, so we can, uh, retrieve him should the need arise. How soon can I expect the van? 15 minutes. He will be ready”

“This is your chance. You can turn me down, put your gym clothes back on, get in your car and drive home. Or you can work with us for the next few months, then see what worlds will open for  you.”

What could I say, but YES.

As the van pulled up the drive, she told me to kneel up. She blindfolded me, placed a velcro collar around my neck.  I heard a sliding door open, a strong hand around my bicep led me up and into the van. It was a simple cargo van. I could feel no seats. 

“Kneel, boy!” I knelt near the bulkhead of the van and felt straps bind my arms behind me as I was secured to a tie-down rail that ran the length of the van. I felt something scratchy on my knees, smelt the smell of straw.

“If you need to piss, just piss, the straw is there for that. It’s a long trip. your bladder and, I dare say,  your bowels might not hold up the whole trip.  Just remember your dignity stays here, along with your clothes.”

Seeing I was secured, the van drove off.