12:55 p.m. - 2008-03-24
Not sure what to call this one
We had a nice Easter. Visited the daughter's church and had the noon meal with the brother-in-law who is an executive chef. This is one perk I have come to love. I ate enough for two and still feel like I should start walking and not stop until night falls.
My garden is looking great. Radishes are already coming up. Tomato plants look healthy. Looks like there will be great summer of love veggies.
I feel I am two or three posts away from some life altering post. Something about health or mental health or sex. Is it sex or despair that most are drawn to? Maybe desperate sex?
That's right, it's sex WITH the desperate that makes for great stories. When I was a teenager living in a small town I met up with more than a few desperate older women. A bank teller, a grocery clerk and the mother of a friend come to mind. I could write half a book about the mother of a friend. Seems almost every time I would spend the night she would find some pair of pants she thought would "fit" me and then ask me to try them on as she closed the door. With her still in the room. No, she and I never did the nasty, but she was forever making herself available. The grocery clerk? We did the nasty.
