Not as tired and...
crabby today. Still old though. No cure for that one.
Rained last night. Big clouds on the horizon right now, could we be near the rainy season? Noooo..not for a bit more. This is only a preview. Nice anyway.
New 'no parking' regimen is holding up pretty well, for here. Only violated a couple of times a day. Of course, I've had my vehicle parked there everyday from 7:30 AM to 5:00 PM.
I see the Prez is at it again, he..."will promote a constitutional amendment banning gay marriage on Monday, the eve of a scheduled Senate vote on the cause that is dear to his conservative backers."
I have never understood why anything involving anatomy below the waist makes Republicans break out in hives. It seems they must be in Americas' bedrooms or they're not fulfilled.
QUOTE OF THE DAY:
In the beginning the universe was created. This has been widely criticized and generally regarded as a bad move. - Douglas Adams
MEXICO (as I see it):
If you are into ‘symmetry’ Mexico is not the place for you.
AND
It's not too difficult to tell which Americans live in
Mexico and which don't. There is a worn, almost threadbare
quality about those who live here. Gone forever is the crisp,
starched and pressed look of the tourists.
Apparently, there is a natural erosion process during which
a person's garments, and even that person himself, is slowly worn
away.
Each time the laundry is returned every article has one more
indelible stain. They are all small, of course, but indelible
nevertheless. Soon there is a 'pulled together' look about one's
wardrobe; very much unlike the pastel, coordinated, look of the
visitor.
The people living here are different as well. It's as if
they have been worn smooth and have no sharp corners left. A
resident glides through throngs of shoppers veering, twisting and
swiveling avoiding bodily contact by mere centimeters. The
tourists travel by fits and starts, with their new straw hats
pulled down resolutely, yet upon their faces a questioning look
prevails which seems to ask: Don't these people ever pay
attention to the fucking traffic lights?!
THE SERIAL Her Viking:
We left off here....
Her Viking stopped directly below her house and threw down his things. Today his experiment was to begin from this point and it afforded the Widow Mora a birds-eye view of his whole operation. With the aid of her powerful field glasses she could almost count the curly white hairs on his forearms.
He stood for a few moments, hands on his hips, contemplating his surroundings as he had done before every morning's excursion. When he turned from the sea and scanned the hillside his eyes fixed briefly on the widow's house. It seemed, to her, that he was looking directly into her bedroom window. Unable to stand the pressure, she lowered the binoculars and shrunk from the window. When her Viking resumed his preparations she crept back into position and then was able to see that he now carried a coil of lightweight rope, which had tied to one end of it a rock about the size of a grapefruit.
After watching another coconut disappear into open water, he thrust an arm through the coil of rope, held his inner tube in front of him, and ran into the violent surf. The widow observed as her Viking was toppled backward several times while trying to put himself to sea against the broiling waves. When finally past the breakers he got onto the tube. Unlike the first few days with the tube, he was now much better at flopping himself into its' center and even managed quite well with the coil of rope hanging from his shoulder.
At this point, the Widow Mora reached for her cup of coffee. She knew there was time because now her Viking would paddle out to sea for the next twenty minutes or so. She looked at herself in the mirror and rubbed her eyes trying to erase the two indented circles the binoculars had imprinted there.
While she waited, she thought more about her Viking. 'Did he like to dance?' The widow wished it were so because, although it had been many years, she adored dancing. She had always loved the sensation of the broad palm of a man's hand on the small of her back; first, gently pulling her to him, then, relaxing the pressure as they glided in the opposite direction. The widow was certain he would be an excellent dancer.
When the widow again took up her vigil, he was practically out of sight but with her field glasses she was able to locate him and draw him into focus. Her Viking had stopped paddling and the tube was drifting as he worked with the rope. It was difficult for the widow to make out the details of what was going on, but she was able to see that he dropped the rock, tied to the rope, into the water and let the line pay out untill it hit bottom. While watching him retrieve the rock, looping the line into a new coil, the widow surmised he must be fishing. Though, even with the binoculars, she could see no evidence of any kind of fishing tackle on the line. She wondered if it were something new from the United States that made it possible to catch fish with nothing but a stone. After seeing that her Viking only left the line is the water long enough for it to pay out, then re-wound it, paddled 20 or 30 meters further on and repeated the procedure, the Widow Mora discarded her fishing theory. 'Besides,' she sniffed, 'even the Americans can't catch fish using just a rock.'
continued...
Rained last night. Big clouds on the horizon right now, could we be near the rainy season? Noooo..not for a bit more. This is only a preview. Nice anyway.
New 'no parking' regimen is holding up pretty well, for here. Only violated a couple of times a day. Of course, I've had my vehicle parked there everyday from 7:30 AM to 5:00 PM.
I see the Prez is at it again, he..."will promote a constitutional amendment banning gay marriage on Monday, the eve of a scheduled Senate vote on the cause that is dear to his conservative backers."
I have never understood why anything involving anatomy below the waist makes Republicans break out in hives. It seems they must be in Americas' bedrooms or they're not fulfilled.
QUOTE OF THE DAY:
In the beginning the universe was created. This has been widely criticized and generally regarded as a bad move. - Douglas Adams
MEXICO (as I see it):
If you are into ‘symmetry’ Mexico is not the place for you.
AND
It's not too difficult to tell which Americans live in
Mexico and which don't. There is a worn, almost threadbare
quality about those who live here. Gone forever is the crisp,
starched and pressed look of the tourists.
Apparently, there is a natural erosion process during which
a person's garments, and even that person himself, is slowly worn
away.
Each time the laundry is returned every article has one more
indelible stain. They are all small, of course, but indelible
nevertheless. Soon there is a 'pulled together' look about one's
wardrobe; very much unlike the pastel, coordinated, look of the
visitor.
The people living here are different as well. It's as if
they have been worn smooth and have no sharp corners left. A
resident glides through throngs of shoppers veering, twisting and
swiveling avoiding bodily contact by mere centimeters. The
tourists travel by fits and starts, with their new straw hats
pulled down resolutely, yet upon their faces a questioning look
prevails which seems to ask: Don't these people ever pay
attention to the fucking traffic lights?!
THE SERIAL Her Viking:
We left off here....
Her Viking stopped directly below her house and threw down his things. Today his experiment was to begin from this point and it afforded the Widow Mora a birds-eye view of his whole operation. With the aid of her powerful field glasses she could almost count the curly white hairs on his forearms.
He stood for a few moments, hands on his hips, contemplating his surroundings as he had done before every morning's excursion. When he turned from the sea and scanned the hillside his eyes fixed briefly on the widow's house. It seemed, to her, that he was looking directly into her bedroom window. Unable to stand the pressure, she lowered the binoculars and shrunk from the window. When her Viking resumed his preparations she crept back into position and then was able to see that he now carried a coil of lightweight rope, which had tied to one end of it a rock about the size of a grapefruit.
After watching another coconut disappear into open water, he thrust an arm through the coil of rope, held his inner tube in front of him, and ran into the violent surf. The widow observed as her Viking was toppled backward several times while trying to put himself to sea against the broiling waves. When finally past the breakers he got onto the tube. Unlike the first few days with the tube, he was now much better at flopping himself into its' center and even managed quite well with the coil of rope hanging from his shoulder.
At this point, the Widow Mora reached for her cup of coffee. She knew there was time because now her Viking would paddle out to sea for the next twenty minutes or so. She looked at herself in the mirror and rubbed her eyes trying to erase the two indented circles the binoculars had imprinted there.
While she waited, she thought more about her Viking. 'Did he like to dance?' The widow wished it were so because, although it had been many years, she adored dancing. She had always loved the sensation of the broad palm of a man's hand on the small of her back; first, gently pulling her to him, then, relaxing the pressure as they glided in the opposite direction. The widow was certain he would be an excellent dancer.
When the widow again took up her vigil, he was practically out of sight but with her field glasses she was able to locate him and draw him into focus. Her Viking had stopped paddling and the tube was drifting as he worked with the rope. It was difficult for the widow to make out the details of what was going on, but she was able to see that he dropped the rock, tied to the rope, into the water and let the line pay out untill it hit bottom. While watching him retrieve the rock, looping the line into a new coil, the widow surmised he must be fishing. Though, even with the binoculars, she could see no evidence of any kind of fishing tackle on the line. She wondered if it were something new from the United States that made it possible to catch fish with nothing but a stone. After seeing that her Viking only left the line is the water long enough for it to pay out, then re-wound it, paddled 20 or 30 meters further on and repeated the procedure, the Widow Mora discarded her fishing theory. 'Besides,' she sniffed, 'even the Americans can't catch fish using just a rock.'
continued...
posted by bbuckman | 4:23 PM
2 Comments:
glad to hear the sign is effective. i, too, am baffled by ANYONES concern with bedroom antics. and, ironically, doesn't it seem to be the ones who cause issue with it, are usually the ones with something they don't want anyone to know? in my state, there are sodomy laws. uh huh. i wonder how those laws came to be. and i wonder how more people aren't in jail.
Fishing with a rock? Now you have me...(groan) hooked.
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