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Well I guess you are asking what is so dissapointing. Let me tell you. At the moment I'm in Tobago. It's a lovely island. We anchored on Saturday and went sightseeing on Sunday. It was hot so I was wearing a new summer dress with my bikini underneath.
As I was walking along the main street a car beeped. I was on the pathway so didnt think it was for me. Again someone beeped and then someone flashed lights. The drivers were looking at me. Surprised I started to check my dress. Was I showing something I shouldnt. Well no all seemed it place. Maybe the dress was too see through. Well the beeping didn't stop . So there I was thinking how wonderful this dress must look on me that I was recieving all this attention.
I decided I wanted to see Store Bay before taking the yacht there and I asked a lady how I could get there. She pointed out I just had to stand on the path and a car would stop and take me. I asked what car? She said they go along honking and you just flag them down.
It was then when I realized it wasnt that I was looking good. It was just the cars asking me if I wanted a lift.

That's fairly recent, the whole hugging thing, when I was younger (and mammoths roamed the earth, I know, I know) you offered your hand and the stranger or acquaintance shook it and jolly good show what what. Now I'm introduced to a stranger or meet an acquaintance and somewhat to my alarm they close in for kisses (praises be I am in Spain, 2 kisses, and not France, 3 or more) or a hug. What? I barely know you! Even men meeting men do the half-hug / backslap thing here, and it was becoming increasingly common in Scotland before I left. Is it international now? I need a teddybear to handle my social hugs for me.



Don't get me wrong, I love real hugging. I would change my profile to say 'I could hug you so hard all your broken bits will join up forever' except that I get enough odd mail as it is already. but here's the other odd thing - the hug, it seems, is only for acquaintances now. When you know each other better, see each other often - no more hugging. Now that's just wrong. Them's the people I WANT to hug and cuddle and pat and scrunch just because I am so very pleased to see them, or when we are parting to tide me over to the next time I see them.

May happiness be your destiny.

Being a bitter woman, does that automatically make you right about everything? I will admit, I did do a little bit of city driving by changing into the left lane while a vehicle was still behind me in that lane but as I put my blinker on and started moving over, the lady behind me started to speed up and that did not stop me from moving over. It ended with both of us beeping our horns at each other (she beeped first...for the record). I think that is the first time I honked my horn while actually driving and moving in a car...done it a couple times if people fell asleep at the stop light.

I have one more story about bitterness...but I will not bore you.

I have decided to write a actual blog for a change.

Today I spent a nice sunny afternoon with the music wound up in the music room with the door open. This evening, I decided to rearrange the music room as the sun was getting at the right angle in the sky to shine in through the window in the door and into my eyes when I am sat down. I never had to move any of the heavy equipment too much though so it wasn't too hard.

Now rolling a joint, sitting back and relaxing with more loud music

In the future children will be raised believing it is their duty to seek a happy life, with just one proviso*. They will be taught from the beginning that this life is the only one they have and when it is over, it is over. They will be raised to understand their options in life, but they will not have to attend school unless they seek knowledge. They can stop studying any particular subject, or even leave formal schooling, whenever they have had enough, if they are clear they understand how this could affect their futures. If the hopes and dreams of their parents differ from their own, they will be expected to consider their parents’ wishes, but not forced to obey.

They will not have to follow the laws of any religion, because there will be no religion.

They need only obey those who have earned their respect, or whose rules make sense to them.

Children who are uneasy with pressures put on them can move, for as long or short a time as they wish, to communal places of safety where they will be housed and fed. There will be no automatic blame to the parents and no need for the youngster to defend the decision – no justification needed, no questions when they come and no questions when they leave, the option is open to all.

*The only proviso all in the future have to obey – and it is an absolute – is that they cannot harm others, or maliciously interfere with any other person who is seeking another path to pleasure.

Parents can therefore explain their ideas of the best possible future to their child, but cannot enforce them.

All these future children, when they are grown, will, like all adults, earn a basic minimum wage, enough to support them, in return for working 15 hours a week. If it is their pleasure to work longer and earn more, that is fine, they can find their path and follow it. They are free to love whom they please, for as little or as long as both wish. Again, the only universal rule is no deliberately harming others. Harm does include deliberately causing distress so they cannot lie, cheat or defraud without earning the status of social outcast for breaking that one simple rule.

Utopia, or chaos?

My daughter called round today for a couple of hours. We spent half of that time discussing cleaning products. If anyone had predicted that scenario five years ago, both of us would have said they were crazy.

....I'm sure it exists in all it's delightful essence elsewhere. But here in Maine for about a week or two, until the incredible exuberant growth of weeds and grasses, which then cover it over, we deal with lots of mud. We have mud boots, mud walkways, and even mud rooms. Never a mud festival, which is telling. Sort of like the final slap from the end of winter. And Bravo loves to roll around in it, so we have to keep him on the decks till we can brush or spray him off. Yuk.

I've described myself as "a few extra pounds" from the start but I could always have stood to lose a stone (that's 14 pounds, or 6 kgs, for the rest of you) but now I've put up a new current picture and damnit who am I kidding. Weight has crept up and a bit more up this winter, another half stone has slid quietly into place, and not even I can see 20 pounds as a few. My bra does not capture everything that drops down my front so I can't go for voluptuous or curvy and I'm seen fat and I'm not that. So many words - plump, portly, chubby, well-padded, pudgy, chunky, stocky, zaftig, corpulent ... don't like any of them.

So nothing for it but a bit of fun dieting.



Until we few pounds meet again,
Signed,
"Large"

Nothing really to blog about. I figured I would try about the reptilians but nobody thought that was dinner conversation. I was going to write a series II about men and their nipples, but figured that would be equally not appealing at the dinner table. Maybe about my Saturday? I figured, why not.

Got drunk...for the first time since Thanksgiving....same result as that too.

It seems that I am a very happy drunk.

I bought two pitchers of Snake Nuts at the first bar, me about 3 other people finished those off. A friend of mine brought up the perfect idea at the perfect time....take a shot of Snake Nuts through our nose. So, I tried it.

It was fun. lol

So, my buddy Bert and his girlfriend decided it would be a good idea to go to another bar. There, I had an equally good time. I bought another pitcher of Snake Nuts and I was throwing shot plastic glasses down the bar at others who just had to try it with me...and...yes...I told them about my new found way of taking shots. For some reason, I was the only one snorting it through my nose. Geez...people don't know how to have fun
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