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I tried several times to call my mom yesterday. I knew, eventually, she would answer. Once. Twice, and a message left. Three times!?! Doom... was sweating it. Timed out, too late. She isn't up that late. If something happened, no one knows or at least no one has her phone. Worried. Up a bit late chewing on my broken luck with a bit of worry as a side dish.
First thing when I woke I checked the phone. A call had been placed and a message left. Well, okay. Mom is fine, I am up early enough to possibly get the water heater, but... it is HOT! I don't know what the temp is, but it is definitely in the 70's, possibly running up to the 80's? Last year I handled this fairly well. Up until there were no breaks and without ac I crashed hard. It took several months, but it finally crashed my summer. This year I will be putting the air in early, perhaps right today. I will hold off using it though, as long as I can. The heat can bring me to my feet, so long as I can get a break from it when it eventually becomes too much.
On medicines, doing well with stats which I checked again this morning, with the heat of the summer coming to the rescue, plus with BMan driving me onward, and my mom visiting in a few weeks, the prospects are better for a very good summer. I do hate the heat, but my body loves it, so long as it isn't humid heat. Much as I love the night but my social and business needs are met by the day I think. I honestly wonder if being a bastard is what makes duality possible, my way of it anyway.
So, to figure it out. Actually, a cold shower is sounding rather inviting today, luckily. That makes cleanup a lot simpler. Sure, camping towelettes, but... that seems so goopy. I know, I used to take washcloth baths back when I was... more afield. But I hated that even then. It was a matter of limited choices, need, and professionalism, none of which are an issue at hand. A cold shower indeed. My friend just called. He wasn't wanting to go today anyway. It is, he said, supposed to hit 95! I'm thinking his notion is true.
All of the chairs, including the rocker, the table, water cotainers, (NATO) gas can, table are in. Not grand class camping chairs, fit for giants, if the others are much more sturdy. All have been tested and given a tentative Doom butt-stamp of approval. They work and held my weight for a short spell. The camping chairs are, however, perfect for tiny little ladies, their drink, and food. Each has a side table with cup holder, and two have whole side-chair gear packs, as does the rocker... for the ladies who become regulars. I am not sure if...wait, no, some very special sun screen is on the way... European don't you know, but not because it's stylin'. Doom is almost nothing but practical, even when the path leads to the impractical and somehow on all accounts. I thought to bring something to... help if they are clothing poor, but I have to go with the prime directive on this one, save in sharing out some sun screen. Cats, women, all need a hand from time to time. Just so you know how I roll. Oh, you know better though. While quite libertine in allowances, if not without a word to the wise in it's place and as I see things, Doom is rather a prude these days, as to personal conduct. Mostly. Until the right door is unlocked with the right key and all the right things are said, done, and observed. Then... Yeah, well... it gets... busy, naturally uncouth... or more, messy. I might be mostly dead, but it just doesn't seem to... affect that area of my life, if to the docs confusion and my misery. Never le mind.
I think I will let the world cool down a bit before trying to brave a run to town. In a couple of hours a quick cold shower then a run to town to see what I can find. I should be able to drain the old water heater in that time though, depending on if the sump pump works and hoping sediment isn't too much of an issue. What a world. Later.
And a good morning to you, doom. Way too early but my day must start even though I slept lousy. I dreamt of my mommy actually. I'm always worrying in these dreams about her.
ReplyDeleteYour healthy looking young ladies here look a bit cold. Poor little lasses. I think I'm going to have to knit them some woolens, shapeless of course, and get them covered from head to toe. Whaddya think? :-)
I was a bit sore with my mother, others might not have been. I suppose it depends on how corrective your mother had to be to get you out of the shoot and into society to begin your own run? When young, especially if still chaffing at the casts, braces, and other psychic devices you have been laden with, there is still a bit of... resentment. Time fixed that for me, more because, when finally in my hands, given the time and way to freely craft myself, I agreed with her assessment. As to methods, there are no other methods. I actually have sympathy for her on these things. It is not a happy thing to bridle, saddle, a free spirit. Not by such a woman.
ReplyDeleteOh. My. Did I expose them needlessly to the night air? Why, indeed, knit away. To be absolutely honest, I was just giving an example, not showing my needs or wants. A woman's clothing has nothing to do with whether she is naked before Doom. Actually, a good woman who is clothed rightly has less to expose to me than a woman who is naked but feral. I am not who I may seem. *grins*
Okay, and, well, I was hoping a certain man's wife might be monitoring. *tweak*
No, she does not, as far as I (and the history logs) know. Scarcely does she read the comments on my own blog.
ReplyDeleteConvinced, she is, that since I am a man, certain things are inevitable... Whatever lady. Put it that way and it is all the more likely.
Hmm! You've got yourself a serious sourpuss! From all I have heard I have a hard time wrapping my head around what to do with a woman like her.
ReplyDeleteI'll never say I understand them. And the reactions I hear other men talk about with their women seem so foreign to me. I've mostly had just a lot of fun with women, even the last. Especially the last. I enjoy their anger, play with them mostly nicely, but just don't... I lead my life and they are either beside me or not, then enjoying or not. Not really my issue.
I don't even know what to say sometimes to you about her. I still think you going to BMan is exactly the right thing. Let her spit and hiss, I think it's good for them from time to time. Definitely her.
I still think she has something in common with my last, regarding sex with other women by me. My last wasn't upset by the notion, though, actually. Or so it felt and she said, hard to tell if it had happened. She all but encouraged me to 'branch out'. Might have been a trap, but that wasn't really my issue as to why I didn't, I had changed my lifestyle. I'm almost wondering whether the O.D.C. is pushing or using reverse psychology, but I take her at her word. Which means it is a push.
Your choice is always just that. Follow her advice, or unhappy allowance, or do what you believe, either way. Then again, I'm not absolutely sure BMan will be as free wheeling as it is billed. In some ways, wherever I am is much more freewheeling than billed though, so that isn't saying much. It might depend more on you.
It's A Trap!!
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ReplyDeleteIt's A Trap!!
ReplyDeleteI don't know. Just don't let her play your game. She is just being a big ol' estrogenioso. Trying to get you to play along. You can't do anything about her playing with herself but you can control your part of it.
ReplyDeleteI either put them on ignore or played worst case/best case scenario and ran through the results. Are you sure, I would ask. Do you even have a clue? But mostly ignore. You can't beat them in their burrow. Let her stew. Ah, but remind her, she had a choice. And she made that choice.