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PART II
ELEVATOR TO THE GALLOWS
48
“SISTER ALBRIGHT?” MARINA whispered once the house was quieting down for the night, with Sister Albright in the middle of tucking the smaller children into bed. “I need to speak with you before I go home. In private. There’s something I haven’t said and must.”
Sister Albright simply nodded and continued to sing to the toddler.
When that was finished, she came into the kitchen and said, “Marina, take me to see your new home.”
“Oooh!” Dot said, hopping up.
“I need you to stay here and help me sort sutures,” Bishop said blithely. “You can go tomorrow.”
“But Daaaaddy,” Dot whined.
“Sit.”
Dot flopped into the chair with a harrumph. If Marina had ever displayed such behavior to her parents … Maybe, somewhere in the back of her mind, she’d always known Mother was capable of such violence.
Marina hugged Dot and Bishop, who had his fingers wound in catgut, thanked them for dinner, company, and advice (even though she was now scared to death), and gathered her things. “I don’t really know how to do this very well,” she apologized. Sister Albright helped her along until she got the car started. “It’s dark,” Marina said, bemused, searching for how to turn the headlamps on. “I guess you know what I want to talk about,” she said hesitantly while she searched.
“I do. Right now I want you to concentrate on driving.”
“Do you want to drive?”
“No, because you’ll have to bring me home again and I want to make sure you can do it.” With that, she reached over and pulled the lever for the headlamps.
Marina took a deep breath and managed to pull out and get herself puttering in the right direction. She finally got to her alley, drove down it, parked, and sat trembling in the silence.
Sister Albright chuckled. “It’ll get better.”
Once inside, Sister Albright exclaimed over everything, the Hoosier, the freezer (“That’s it. I’m getting one.”), the dining room and living room, the upstairs, and the bathroom. “Well, well, well,” Sister Albright said approvingly, plopping down on the bed and patting the spot beside her as if it were hers and Marina was a guest.
Marina didn’t like that at all. How best to say it? “Come down to the kitchen. I have bread I made this morning.”
“Spill it, sweetie,” she said once they were seated at the table with jam from the supermarket, which Marina did not like.
She took a breath to begin, but then, thinking about where to start—loose women. “I don’t know how to explain it,” she finally said. “This is how it started.”
It took her a while because she had to think of every single word that was said or she couldn’t make it make sense. She failed anyway. “ … ruins the friendship and he doesn’t want to do that. It doesn’t make sense.”
“It makes perfect sense,” Sister Albright mused, licking jam off her finger.
“How?”
“In our previous life, Bishop and I saw that happen quite a bit. But we found out when you marry your friend, being indecent together can only strengthen the friendship. It’s like … oh, a good, well-seasoned skillet. Say the skillet is the day’s business, the job or housecleaning. Say the food is the friendship and the fun, like the outings he took you on, which I have no reason to think he won’t continue. What you do together in bed is the grease, although I didn’t want to use the word ‘grease,’” she teased with a wink.
Marina couldn’t help her smile.
“Right now, you’re in an awkward position, but you have time. Soon you’ll be showing more. Men don’t generally feel right about being with pregnant women, so he probably wouldn’t expect anything anyway. You’ve got another year yet to work this out between you. Talk to him. Make him talk to you.”
Marina chuckled. “He doesn’t have any problem telling me exactly what he thinks.”
“But why does he think those things? That’s what you have to get to.”
“That’s all? Talk?”
“Yes, and settle in. Every night you sleep with him is a chance for him to make you his wife instead of just his good friend.” She paused. “Do you want to … ?”
Marina shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know. I want to make him happy, but he’s not going to be happy whether I do or don’t. I … All I really want is that he not do … that … with anybody else.”
Sister Albright sighed, but said nothing except, “The baby needs to be fed, so I need to go home.”
Marina glanced at the clock, her brow wrinkling. “How do you know that?”
“My breasts are heavy and beginning to leak.”
Marina gulped.
“Well!” she said, suddenly bright. “I know one thing you can do to prepare for the baby.”
“What?”
“Help me with mine!”
49
THE SUNDAY FOLLOWING their wedding day, Trey grabbed his cute little wife as she was about to hop out of bed long after she had intended to get up. He wanted … He didn’t know what.
“Trey, I overslept!” she hissed, yanking her wrap off the foot of the bed and pulling it around herself as if it were armor. She refused to be uncovered in his presence if she could help it, and she refused to look at him if he were naked, which he was a lot, and she would cling to the edge of the bed if she was awake when he got home from work and climbed in.
“It’s just you an’ me, Sugga. You don’t have to whisper like somebody’s gonna wake up. And you don’t have to hop up and around like you’ve got an army to feed, especially since we don’t got a church to go to an’ I brought supper home from the speak.”
“You did?” she asked in a small voice.
“You been workin’ too hard. I understand why you’ve been over at the Albrights’, learnin’ how to take care o’ babies. An’ I understand you don’t have much to do right now an’ you’re tryin’a pay ’em back for helpin’ you after your mama tossed you out. An’ I understand you miss Dot and you go to Kresge’s with her and whatnot. An’ I understand you don’t wanna be home alone all night. But I’ve been workin’ hard too an’ I wanna lay in bed—”
“Lie.”
“Lie? You think I’m lyin’?”
“No. You said ‘lay.’ It’s ‘lie.’ Lie in bed.”
“That don’t—doesn’t—sound right.”
“Because no one you run with says it correctly,” she said gently. “That does not mean you’re stupid or uneducated or a hick. It means you’ve been around too many lazy people. That’s what Mother taught me.”
“Lazy?”
“The way you speak is lazy. You cut your consonants off and run words together. Some people do it so much it’s as if they’re speaking another language.”
“Oh,” he said, surprised. “But you go to school with a lot of people like me.”
“It’s one reason Dot and I have no other friends. We’re accused of putting on airs. We’re not. That’s the way we speak in our households, but if it makes a difference, it’s difficult for us not to speak like that when we hear it all the time. It’s … easier.”
That shocked Trey. “You’re kiddin’.”
She shook her head. “But sometimes … ”
“It’s the sometimes that nabs you.”
Trey felt her little chuckle.
“Yes. But you did it wonderfully while we were courting.”
Now he changed his enunciation to his proper accent. “This, what we are doing right now, is what I want. I want to lie in bed with my wife on a Sunday morning and talk.”
She relaxed a little. “About what, besides grammar?”
“Everything. Nothing. Grammar. A whole buncha things in between. Bunch uvvvv. That was pure laziness, wasn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“We ain’t—haven’t— We haven’t done that a lot since we got married, surely not as much as we did when we was courtin’. Were courteeng. Now lay—lie—on back here, Sugga, and snuggle up.”
“Trey, it’s hot,” she sighed.
“And later there will be cold water in the shower. C’mon now.” She resisted a little, but then did exactly what he said without further argument except that she was still tense in her nightdress and wrap, lying there like a board, looking up at the ceiling. Her manner of acquiescence irritated him because he wanted to cajole and seduce her to do things, not order her around. Sometimes orders were necessary, and it was the sometimes that nabbed you. “C’mere.” He pulled her into his body until she was half lying on him and his arm was around her shoulders. It wasn’t hard, but he knew she was just going along with it because that was what a good wife did. He’d have to work with what he got. “Put your hand right here.” He placed her tiny hand on his opposite shoulder. “Put your ear right here,” he murmured, tapping right over his heart. She did. “What do you hear?”
After a few seconds, she murmured, “Your heartbeat.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Know what?”
“What?”
“I missed you.”
“When? You’ve been home every morning.”
“Eh, I missed talkin’ to you. You know, between the last time I saw you and our wedding.”
“How did you know I was in the family way so you could leave me?”
“I didn’t,” he said, surprised. “I just couldn’t do that to my good friend anymore. No, I don’t like the woman I was fucking—” She winced. “—but I like you a whole lot and whenever you looked at me the day after, I— Your sweet little face, looking at me as if the night before hadn’t happened and you were back to being my good friend, it laid me low. Laid? Lay? Lie?”
“You’re correct,” she murmured.
“Good. I was getting ready to tell Boss Tom I was not going to do this to you anymore when he called me in to give me the keys. He told me you were at the Albrights’.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that?”
“I thought somebody already had,” he said simply. “I left you because I was ashamed, the same way I left the nice girl who corrected my grammar.”
He felt her throat constrict against his bare chest. He brought her hand up to his breastbone and manipulated her fingers into caressing him. She balked a little, but then let him direct her movements.
“What happened to Gene?” she asked softly.
He sighed heavily, wondering how much to tell her. “Gene,” he said slowly, “had his own reasons for abandoning Dot. What he told her was a lie. He really wants to marry her.”
She gasped and struggled to an elbow to look down at him. “He what?!”
Trey nodded wearily. “He can’t. He will never be able to because of his circumstances, and he’s as heartbroken as she is. Do not ever tell Dot that because she’ll—”
“Look for him,” Marina said sadly, settling into his arms again. She was relaxed now, caressing his chest absently because she was thinking about something else.
“And declare her love and tell him it doesn’t matter, love will find a way, all that, what romantic girls do, and beg him to run away with her. He told Albright everything. That’s how he found out about the bet.” Marina whimpered. “And even if Dot got Gene to run off—which he wouldn’t, because he loves Dot too much to harm her, Albright would hunt them down, drag Dot home by her hair, and likely kill Gene.”
“Poor Dot,” Marina sighed.
“Poor Gene,” Trey countered.
“Yes.”
“See, this? This is what I wanted to do with you this morning. Afternoon. Lie here and talk. It’s nice, isn’t it?”
“It is,” she agreed.
Trey couldn’t tell if she were sincere or not, which irked him. “Sometimes I feel like you’re the only person I can talk to. I talk to Gene. I talk to my girls. But not the way I want to talk to somebody who’s mine.”
She was silent for a moment then muttered, “You’re twenty-four, a mob boss, businessman. I don’t know anything you’ve done, but it’s probably really bad. You know how everything works. You’re educated even if you don’t sound like it when you don’t have to. You’re smart even if you don’t think so. Why do you want a sixteen-year-old preacher’s daughter who didn’t know how babies were made until she made one?”
That was a damned good question. “I don’t have much of an answer to that,” he said, stroking her back, wishing she were naked, “except I just knew you and I would hit it off. I wasn’t lying when I told the reverend I forget how old you are. For instance, Dot.” She stiffened. “Dot think she’s worldly, knowing what’s what, being cynical and suspicious, carrying a gun—”
“She what?!”
Trey smirked. “She’s walking around heavy, Sugar. In her pocketbook. Which reminds me, I need to get you armed and sassy too.”
She whimpered. “You want me to … ”
“I most certainly do. This might be a nice, quiet neighborhood, aside from the ambulances, I mean, but in reality, there is no such thing as a nice, quiet house for a gangster.”
She snuggled a little further into his side, which Trey knew was not fake. She was a little scared. He felt really bad about that. She needed to be a lot scared.
48-49A
If you don’t want to wait 2 years to get to the end, you can buy it here.
First.
Second First!
If there was a way for a First to be cunty…no, wait a minute, that would be a second.
Where is everyone?
Somewhere?
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=PSZxmZmBfnU
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w5evDUOVYuI
https://youtu.be/usZPFIT5phM?t=32
Definitely on or near the planet earth.
I’m here.
*Points to link above*
I had to fill in for you.
I didn’t know you’re a friend of Dorothy.
Relevant
Present.
I’m on a plane.
https://youtu.be/QrM39m22jH4?si=0SUNeHZkkEHWXZt_
https://youtu.be/M2tQDRxINMI?si=a_17AmMGKdagVzyq
https://youtu.be/DlnOcZK892E?si=FhJGJl65q1uZc7Qz
That’s the right one.
https://youtu.be/nVhNCTH8pDs
The Nevada desert, but even that won’t keep me from my weekly Moj fix.
😊
I made a drink. Imma get drunk now.
I had a little beer earlier with dinner. A little beer after I got home. I’m sipping a little rum. That’ll be the last I drink tonight.
Time to read the latest chapter.
How’s the car?
It’s good.
Upshifts aren’t as forgiving as in the Mustang. Downshifts on the other hand have been much easier to hit than on the Mustang.
I have been tweaking the driver’s seat position. It was comfortable on the test drive, but it’s been off ever since I picked up the car. I think earlier today I found the setting I had it on during the test drive.
You aspire to be a harem concubine?
You don’t?
Sean gets it.
Of course he does. He is a harem concubine. Comes with the job…..
I’d rather have the harem than be a concubine in one!
“My breasts are heavy”
*lights the Q signal*
I’m sorry your breasts are heavy, Sean.
Chuck Schumer, is that you?
I need to write a calm your tits poem soon.
She resisted a little, but then did exactly what he said without further argument except that she was still tense in her nightdress and wrap, lying there like a board, looking up at the ceiling.
That gets… tiring.
I had a flashback to an ex-girlfriend.
This is a strangely promising chapter.
The title is ominous.
Mojeaux is obviously a fan of Louis Malle.
Or Miles Davis.
¿Por que no los dos?
Nerds!
True. But the ending shows promise for the future.
It’s a romance. Promise for the future is its raison d’être.
It’s also the reason for doing it!
“Good will be rewarded, and the wicked punished. That is what fiction means.”
https://www.wdio.com/front-page/world-national/not-real-news-a-look-at-what-didnt-happen-this-week/
CLAIM: Transportation Security Administration managers were told on Aug. 15 that by mid-September they, along with airport employees, will again be required to wear face masks and by mid-October the policy will apply to travelers as well. Further, the managers were told that COVID-19 lockdowns will return by December.
THE FACTS: No such announcement was made to TSA managers, an agency spokesperson told the AP. A spokesperson for the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, which issued a now-expired travel mask mandate in 2021, also refuted the rumors. The claim originated on the Aug. 18 episode of “The Alex Jones Show,” where its namesake host said an anonymous “high-level manager in the TSA” and an unnamed “Border Patrol-connected” source told him about the alleged announcement. Jones is known for spreading conspiracy theories.
It’s just unhelpful for glibs dot com to participate in spreading this kind of bullshit. Quoting Alex Jones is unspeakable.
I see no reason why I should trust anonymous “agency spokesmen” any more than Alex Jones.
How about assuming they are both full of shit?
I have been trying to visit Alaska for years. Blocks have been my accident, family obligations, and then the vax requirement. Canada has finally dropped the vax but I am running out of time for the year, plus I’m waiting for my renewed passport. Events are conspiring to delay my visit once again. I am fearful that Canada will renew their vax requirement meaning that delaying my visit until next year will again prove to be fruitless.
It’s like the gods are conspiring to prevent my ever visiting.
I’m to the point that I might have to take a cruise from Seattle or (ghod forbid) an airplane flight.
I’ve only been fondled by airport security once, if that is your concern….
(no really – a 60-something lady legit went for the perv rub on my junk. Wild)
Recently a TSA drone on Kauai said he needed to give me the grope. He then asked if I’d be more comfortable being behind a privacy screen as he did it. I told him “Absolutely not. If you gotta do it, then do it in front of everybody.” He wasn’t pleased but he complied.
I use my wheelchair when I travel so it’s a pat down. Every. Single. Time. It’s the worst with a trainee in front of their supervisor. Extra thorough. ☹️
They berated my teen because he was wearing baggy pants. “Why can’t you wear a belt” was actually said and when we moved forward to film they got a bit testy.
This is probably the main reason I don’t fly. I don’t mind the flying at all – it’s the hassle beforehand I’d just as soon not deal with.
Same. I FLUUUUUV flying. I mean, the part between takeoff and landing is zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz but I do love taking off and landing.
I’ve been up in my BIL’s small plane since the last time I was on a commercial flight. It was a blast – I was taking pictures of lovely Lake Chautauqua and scenic western NY the whole time. (That also helped ward off airsickness.)
I dislike every aspect of flying – except the speed up to take off. Everything else is either terrifying or long stretches of boredom with random bits of terrifying and therefore cannot relax.
Not flying is an excuse for longer travels. The parents of an old friend of mine are taking the Queen Mary in lieu of flying this year. Way better.
Next time I go to see my son, I am doing the train.
Oh, yeah! I’d love to take a long train trip with a sleeper room! I suppose I should take a shorter trip first to make sure I really like it before I commit to a cross-country trek!
Yeah, I wore the wrong pants to the airport a while back and got a quick sack-tap from the TSA guy. That’s when I finally broke down and got the TSA PreCheck, so I just go through the regular metal detector now.
This is why I said it was just a feeling right now. The previous mask orders were all predicated on the EO from Trump and carried on by Biden. Once those expired the FAA dropped everything. Even before Biden announced anything.
Now…I don’t put it past agencies to do their thing.
I dont know about ‘unspeakable, just silly. That is like quoting the Babylon Bee. The guy is a performance artist, FFS. I dont know why more people dont see that.
He is now a regular on Louder with Crowder, and they seem to treat him as exactly this – an entertaining and talented performance artist who is as easy to control as a room full of baboons on cocaine.
case in point
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c2ipek1iSPk
Alex Jones is right more than he’s wrong. And when people say performance artist, that implies grifter. He believes the things he says.
At this point, just listen to Alex Jones from 5 years ago and it’s prophetic.
/citation needed
How often have you listened to Alex Jones?
If the only thing you know about him in reality is the propaganda about Sandy Hook…
Almost none.
If you are going to make such a claim as you did, it should be easy to prove. As much of a showman as he is, I would assume he has a list of things he’s been right about on his website. Please share a link.
Crickets
No, but I suspect crickets back in response.
Alex Jones would be right at home here discussing:
1. Gun rights. He wouldn’t even be the only one to mull over the idea of false flags.
2. Covid. Oh boy would he be right at home here discussing covid. He was anti-vax before it was cool, too. Even when it was Trump’s vaccine.
3. Global warming
4. Government spending/the fed
5. The size and scope of government
You pick a topic, and Jones isn’t that far from the average Glib. but he’s icky and you people have heard bad things about him.
I’m no Alex Jones expert myself, but I’ve heard the guy talk on a number of platforms and he isn’t crazy. I don’t believe he’s any grifter, either. He basically invented his grift if he is.
I can give two really big examples of things he was right on, but I do find it funny you admit you don’t listen to him and aren’t really familiar with him outside media narrative. I’d like to think people on here would be more open minded and sensitive to how much bullshit spews forth from the mainstream media on outsiders. But there is still a stigma with icky people that some people don’t want to be associated with not because that person is actually crazy but because it’s easier that way.
Alex Jones would be right at home here talking about most issues. People who post on this site have even floated false flag theories in the past on mass shootings. I don’t endorse those views, but I can see how people would be suspicious and seek those theories out.
Now I’ll provide my two examples
1. He predicted, based on papers published By WHO and other health bodies that there would be a pandemic years before covid that would be used to justify lockdowns. Pretty specific thing to get right, but this is often what Jones does. He takes the “globalists” at their word and he is very attune to what they are saying. And lockdowns were an idea first developed under Bush the Lesser and anyone who wanted to could have found that information. Jones was one of the few who paid any attention.
2. He accurately predicted the timing of the invasion of Ukraine before it was mainstream.
So I don’t have an analytical breakdown of all his claims and how often they’ve come right, but that’s two pretty big things to be right about. It makes the guy worth listening to.
Jones throws things at the wall and sees what sticks so he’s often right and wrong but to say that quoting him is unspeakable is, well, unspeakable. He is a performance artist in that he takes aspects of his preexisting personality and turns them way up but he actually is a valuable dissident asset because, for whatever reason, he’s willing to ask questions and talk about things that no one else has the balls to bring up and he often speaks in simile and metaphor so you can’t take him at face value even when he’s right. He’s a wild eyed and sweaty pretend lunatic but if someone finds that entertaining that’s fine with me.
So when I lived in Austin, all the time.
Most of the time he was cagey enough to not put a defintive date/time/action but when he fucked up and did (like when the Iran was going to do the second 9/11) is was always, without exception, bullshit.
And he was a MIHOP sneering at the gullible LIHOPS.
The frontman for a band that shared a recording studio/producer/engineer with the one I was managing went to work for AJ full time.
At this point, I’m assuming the truth is something like “they were actually told on August 16 that airport employees will have to wear masks by mid-October and travelers will have to wear masks by mid-November”.
Question:
Last week(?) someone linked to a post and beam/timber frame site with some nice buildings. I didn’t keep a shortcut, so I would appreciate it if someone could post a link.
That is all. Carry on.
I want Marina to pack a Thompson.
A Ladysmith in a thigh holster. Enjoyable chapter, a teeny racy for an old guy, like an adult Harlequin.
Looks like the return of Gene may be in the offering.
Thanks Moj.
You know I can’t leave Dot and Gene all alone pining for each other…
I would never listen to Steely Dan ever again if you did.
I’m not a gun person (not that I don’t want to be but reasons and money) and I couldn’t be arsed to research, so I didn’t make anybody have a particular gun. Just a gun.
As an older (50+) gun person, I think I appreciate that more these days. I really dislike when an author rewrites a gun catalog, and I dislike it even more when they do that and get it wrong.
I have a question for you maker guys.
We have those old-school round AC vents in the ceiling that have the knob in the middle you turn to adjust the vent. The plastic has gotten brittle and given way in all of them. The boy is taking a class at school where they learn to do CAD and have access to filament printers. It is pretty basic and pretty unstructured. I was thinking he could take on making some replacement knobs as a project for class.
So…. how do you get the measurements that you need to make something like that? It seems pretty basic – but I’m guessing that there’s more to it than I’m guessing.
Anyone have any tips? Are there shortcuts to getting the measurements? Do I need precision calipers? Inquiring minds want to know!
Well, you definitely need precision calipers. Recommend Mitutoyo. Not sure they’re needed for this project though
Srsly, I’m constantly finding new uses for mine. Can’t believe it took me as long as it did to get one.
The quickist way to get what you need is to take the remains of the old knob and see where the contacts are, and measure those. You really don’t need Mitutoyo level micrometers as a home owner, Harbor Freight sells perfectly good ones at a fraction of the cost of those, let alone Starrett or Brown and Sharp. And as Gustov says, once you learn how to use them, there are a million things they are handy for. Just remember to take the batteries out, or you will forget and get a corroded mess.
+1 HF calipers
For home use they provide high enough accuracy/longevity and are an inexpensive introduction to precision measuring devices.
The Bro says to measure in millimeters and divide by pi.
thanks guys!
Oooh….
https://twitter.com/elonmusk/status/1695199819772358786
Wow
Pretty.
Me
Something occurred to me. Marina drives Sister Albright to Marina’s house. Sister Albright declares it’s time for her to get home to feed her baby. She departs. How is Sister Albright getting home? She rode with Marina over to Marina’s house, now she is walking home? Do they live that close to one another? Curious minds and all.
No, Marina took her home again. When they were leaving the Albrights so she could see Marina’s house, Marina asks her if she wants to drive and she says,
They no longer live close to each other, no.
Good, I was worried for Sis Albright
Going to look at puppies tomorrow…🐶
Yays!! I hope you and puppers meet the perfect match.
And if it doesn’t work, we’re still seeing puppies!
Puppies are like hoes. You want the ones who play hard to get.
Ooh! Looking for a specific breed? Or just for the one who picks you?
Benny Johnson claims that when he was in San Francisco following the Nancy Pelosi “break-in”/hammer incident, the Secret Service sat back and watched as someone broke into their vehicle and stole their camera equipment.
He doesn’t say anything about who did it, but would it really surprise anyone if the Secret Service did it themselves?
Or would I be crazy conspiracy theorist to suggest such a thing.
I don’t know who that is but that story stunk to high heaven and it took Them longer than I expected to make it go away but they did.
A conservative Youtuber who does a daily show a bit like Steven Crowder.
Operation doggie fence was completed today, so I got that going for me. Tomorrow I am going to look at a milling machine, so that should be interesting.
I happen to have a refurbished/as good as new Bridgeport for sale. Just sayin’
Sure its well past midnight, but Im home!
But are you Twitter Fab? No. Then fuck you.
Relax, Francis.
I bet you got no back cause you always frontin’
How was the plane ride?
https://youtu.be/cABZfkRcQ6A?si=J1WAoKxEBHPpFrL6
Storms someplace over Kentucky made it pretty bumpy.
And Paul Pena did the version the best before that hack Steve Miller ruined his song.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cjr5U7g6aiA
You just taught me something. I had no idea that was a cover.
Nice chapter, Moj.
I can relate a little. I’m currently lying next to my “coworker” after a rather adventurous tumble in the sheets. Unlike your heroine, I don’t have hang ups in general, but we did do some new stuff tonight. I had bought some battery powered bedtime toys, never used them, and he asked me to bring them to the hotel tonight so that he could prolong my enjoyment. Very thoughtful. I was a little skeert at first because it was uncharted waters, but he is awesome and sensitive and we worked it out.
Point being that yeah, men can definitely make a bedroom experience both intense and intimate, while adding in true tenderness.
“But we found out when you marry your friend, being indecent together can only strengthen the friendship. “
Good morning all!
Spent most of yesterday without internet thanks to Comcast/Xfinity “repairing storm damage.” Funny, the storms were long gone when they first took me down, around 6am, came back up late mid-morning for a couple of hours, then down again until 8pm. Pfui.
Couple of little quasi-oddities for you to launch your Saturday.
First up, former Soft Machine member Karl Jenkins with Adiemus. I love this piece; not a bad album either.
Then Ween, with a song I’d want played at my wedding (as if), Stay Forever.
Share and enjoy!
“Florida lawyer files legal challenge to disqualify Trump from 2024 presidential race”
https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/politics/elections/2023/08/25/florida-attorneys-14th-amendment-lawsuit-aims-to-disqualify-trump/70680140007/?gnt-cfr=1
And so it begins or, rather, reveals itself…it’s almost like this is what these flimsy as fuck cases were leading to all along. Jesus, if you want general unrest in this country this is how you’ll get it. There’s nothing like fortifying democracy, I know I know we aren’t one, by disqualifying your political opponents. Fuck these people…
Good Morning and Fall is on the horizon. High of 67 in the forecast, the mornings come later, the evenings earlier.
Last few days have been the March of the Turkeys (not to be confused with Glib-a-Rama) as the flock parades back and forth in search of new bugs to eat I counted 19 an evening or two ago. They are fairly new here, maybe 15 years or so.
Mornin’. Will be taking a two-hour drive to attend the wedding of Mrs. Patzer’s maid-of honor’s daughter this afternoon.
Mrs. P: “Looking forward to the wedding?”
Me: (redacted)
Wait until you speak now instead of forever holding your peace.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=-wmCvOohnqE
Good morning!
The autumn leaves are changing color and falling up here in Washington state.
Seems too early, but it IS nearly September and all the back-to-school activities are going on.
Weird thing about getting older is home te really does fly by.
Mornin’!
Autumn leaves. Melancholy.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GqQkgM91bZQ
Good morning, 4(20), ‘patzie, Ted’S., hayek, Stinky, Shirley, and (somewhere upthread,) NA!
Overcast at Tranq Base this morning, but no rain around on the radar. Too warm/humid for the woven cotton shirt I usually put on over my jammie top out here for modesty, so I’ll just keep it handy in case any of the neighbors emerge.
Haven’t seen any signs of autumn around here yet. If our old tulip poplar in the front yard was still there, it would probably already be dropping its leaves. Sure miss that old tree. 😢🌳
Mornin y’all! 🌞
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=5w2YLdjxS_M
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Good morning, Sean! ⛅
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https://www.nbc12.com/2023/08/25/hyundai-recalls-nearly-40000-cars-malfunction-can-cause-unanticipated-acceleration/
OOOO
Is there really a malfunction, or is this another case of driver error?
I remain skeptical.