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“I searched for God and found only myself. I searched for myself and found only God.” ~~ Rumi
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There is a theory, The Hemline Index, that always seemed a little tongue-in-cheek to me, that women’s hemlines follow the stock market. In good economic times the hemlines get shorter, in poor times they get longer. Some proponents seem to think there is a reverse correlation between good economic times and women’s hemlines.
For a while now I have been wondering about the length of the inseam (aka hemline) of men’s shorts or what, back in my day, we called Bermuda shorts. Men’s shorts are omnipresent around St. Louis as there seems to a subset of Continue reading “Masculine Hemline Index”
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Señora had an endoscopic exam yesterday. I was in the recovery area with her when the doctor came in to go over the results with us. He was the same doctor that has done two colonoscopies and an endoscopy on this old curmudgeon over the years.
He goes into is canned patter, sticking his hand out to me, saying, “Glad to meet you.”
I repressed my strong impulse to say, “Doc, we have met before. You just do not recognize me from this end.”
Instead I just nodded my head and shook his hand.
Occasionally I can do the socially correct behavior.
And so it went, once upon a time.
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I am a bit skeptical of this video as this is one of those fuzzy areas people so want to believe. Plus anything associated with the Templeton Foundation sets off red flags and sirens for me. However, the video does bring up some interesting thoughts to contemplate.
The reason it caught my attention
I occasionally will write blog articles I never intend to publish, just to get things off my chest. Back in the day I use to write letters and tear them up. I am including the article I never intended to publish at the end of this one. Please no sticks or stones…
I had titled this article simply Eleanor Rigby
When I was younger, much, Continue reading “The False Reality of Loneliness | Hello Eleanor Rigby”
“As I try to cover the news tonight, I am struck by how completely the Republican Party, which began in the 1850s as a noble endeavor to keep the United States government intact and to rebuild it to work for ordinary people, has devolved into a group of chaos agents feeding voters a fantasy world.” ~~ Heather Cox Richardson from Letters from an American
Normally I let the quotes speak for themselves, but I feel a few comments are in order. Heather Cox Richardson is a Continue reading “Quote of the Day – Heather Cox Richardson”
“Matrimony… the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Casamiento Segundo, its until-death-do-us-part mission… to explore a strange new relationship… to seek out a new life and new adventures… to boldly go where no sane couple has gone before.”
I was walking from the bedroom to the bathroom when I belched with much enthusiasm and expressiveness. Growing up in a household with four brothers and a gaseous father, belching was considered an art form, a source of competition amongst us five boys.
Señora said to me, “You just burped.”
“No,” I said, “I just eructated. I have more class than to burp.”
Her reply was not family friendly, but it definitely let me know in no uncertain terms that she was not in accordance with my well considered evaluation of my behavior.
And so it goes within the confines of our matrimonial walls.
Señora has been seeing a new massage therapist for a while now. I understand her need for massages with all the issues going on in her delightful but fragile body. However, she generally comes home crowing about what a wonderful masseuse this immigrant from Russian or Ukraine is.
Now add to this his back story of being an immigrant working seven days a week to send his child through college. Sure has my furry, bouncy, big-eyed puppy on a leash beat for touching the heart strings of the fairer sex.
I sometimes feel that if I could make Señora feel ten percent as good in bed as she seems to feel from her time on his table, she would be strutting around the barnyard clucking about Studmeister Redneck to all the world.
I think I am a little jealous.
She recommended this gentleman to a good friend of hers, La Guapa. Now La Guapa is crowing about the magical touch of the therapist.
It makes me want to go the masseuse school… barring that I am sure Señora would share his contact information.