I love this picture of Señora. It was taken in 2008 on the occasion of a group of us going skydiving. After jumping out of a semi-good airplane she has been ready for any adventure… including yours truly. What a trooper!
Matrimonial Log – Star Date 5783.363
“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.”
My 6′ 2″ self is sitting on the edge of the bed. Señora, all 5′ 2″ of her, standing at the foot of the bed, cutting her eyes between me and the juncture of the wall and ceiling above the bed, profoundly pronounces, “there sure are a lot of cobwebs up there.”
Apparently, once again, I opted for the incorrect response. It definitely was not, “Well, you need to do something about that, don’t you?”
Perhaps if Señora would hand me a sheet of paper with the possible answers that were in a multiple choice format, and then give me sufficient time to study the answers…. nah, probably not, she would not let me get by with saying, “All of the above???”, every time.
And so it goes.
Word of the Day – Gerontophilia
- Noun: Gerontophilia
- sex attraction toward old persons
- at least on “da web”, it always seems to be considered a paraphilia although it is not described in the DSM
- further more “da web” seems to only really consider it a paraphilia when it is a younger man attracted to a much older woman, go figure.
- at least on “da web”, it always seems to be considered a paraphilia although it is not described in the DSM
- sex attraction toward old persons
- Synonyms:
- gerophilia
- Usage:
- “The two drunk philosophers debated hotly for hours as to whether Auguste Rodin’s statue ,The Old Courtesan (La Belle qui fut heaulmière), was an expression of gerontophilia or not.” — Oh yea of little faith, thinking I could not use the word gerontophilia in a sentence that made any real sense! Oops, just did it again.
- “The two drunk philosophers debated hotly for hours as to whether Auguste Rodin’s statue ,The Old Courtesan (La Belle qui fut heaulmière), was an expression of gerontophilia or not.” — Oh yea of little faith, thinking I could not use the word gerontophilia in a sentence that made any real sense! Oops, just did it again.
- Encountered:
- Señora and I were sitting on the love seat in the family room when I said something to her that was playful, but extremely raunchy. For the sake of us, neither of us can remember what it was. For reasons she does not remember – the senior moments just keep stacking up – she put whatever the phrase was into Google. The first thing that popped up was the definition of gerontophilia. And thus we both learned a new word.
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Do you know what…
Occasionally Señora and I will find ourselves alone, walking Princess Lily, riding in the car together, sitting around the firepit savoring a fine bottle of 2020 Chambourcin from Stricker Weinkellers, obviously a wonderful time to have a deep, intimate or intellectual conversation about any number of topics. Señora has a propensity to start off these opportunities for erudite palaver with the phrase, “You know what…”.
Last time this happened I replied, “Which one, I know both the Watt boys. I went to school with both of them.”
“What?”
“Yeah, I went to school with both the Watt boys, James and William. Well William they generally call Bubba, but Continue reading “Do you know what…”
Matrimonial Log – Star Date 5783.343
“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.”
Although my overflowing fountain of creativity – that’s a yoke, son – at times has me wanting to send out a bus load of blog postings on some days, I generally try to keep it to one a day or less. No need to overwhelm my extensive readership with the mundane grumblings of a run-of-the-mill curmudgeon.
However… today I could not resist. I am not feeling well and have spent most of the day in bed. I have a memory of Señora at my bedside telling me she was going to the Valley (local area full of strip malls). An hour or so later I needed a beverage and went down to the kitchen to find this dire warning on the kitchen counter from my loving spouse:
I Think I Have Been Insulted
And so it goes.
Matrimonial Log – Star Date 5783.326
“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.”
Last night I was lying in bed half asleep. Señora was next to me watching the tail end of a TV show about Gilda Radner. When the show was over she turned off the TV, and she leaned over to give me a good night kiss and hug. During the hug I caressed her back and arms a bit, then I decided I needed to do the same to her hip and leg. When I arrived there I had the thought, “she sure needs to shave her legs!” That is when I realized The Wee Dog had weaseled her way in between the two of us.
And so it went with our little ménage à chienne.
A Profligate, A Wastrel, A Dissipater
At times Señora is such a spendthrift. She is attempting to convince me that I have maximized the utility of this particular pair of Sperry boat shoes.
Puts me in mind of a picture that was most likely put in the trash years ago. I had a t-shirt commemorating Arkansas Razorback basketball that I wore for years when I jogged – in Arkansas. It got to the point that there was no cotton left in the t-shirt. Just the base polyester weave, making it entirely see-through. A picture was taken of me as I very reluctantly placed it ever so gently in the kitchen trash can. I was thinking it still had a few more jogging miles in it.
Truth is I have a couple of other pairs of boat shoes that I purchased as I thought perhaps these were a little tacky to wear most places, nearly as bad as wearing a pair of house shoes to the supermarket. Don’t tell Señora, but I did put them in the trash can today. For some reason it had become almost impossible to keep rocks and dirt out of them.
And so they went.
Matrimonial Log – Star Date 5783.298
“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.”
Señora and I were sitting at the kitchen table partaking of our evening repast. She mentioned the upcoming birthday of a mutual acquaintance revealing that they were turning 70. This somewhat surprised me as I did not realize that they were about to achieve this “milestone”. Señora found this a little humorous.
I went on to say, “I don’t know how the f*** I got to be 70 years old.”
“You’ve managed not to croak this long,” she informed me, causing me to spew pasta upon the autumnal decorations anchoring the center of the table.
Words of wisdom from my own personal rhabdomancer.
Pity Laugh
We just got back from a week long road trip. Our first stop was in Owensboro, KY to visit my Aunt Betty. We got there about mid afternoon and spent most of the afternoon and evening visiting with her after checking into our motel. The next morning we were going to meet her and some of my cousins for the traditional breakfast at Dee’s Diner. Needing coffee I went to the breakfast area to get a cup for Señora and I. As I was doctoring our coffees a young lady came in, pumped herself some coffee, added some cream, then begin looking around.
I asked her, “Are you looking for something?”
“Sugar,” she responded.
To which I replied, “Normally I am accommodating, but we just met!”
That is when I got the pity laugh.
Probably I am lucky I did not get my face slapped, but being elderly these sweet young things grant me some latitude… such as holding doors for me and allowing me to go in first. They seem to think there is no bark left in this old hound dog. Gotta love this getting old gig.
And so it is going.
Not tonight…
I took a trip down to Mississippi for a few days to visit my buddy down there, and to get in a few rounds of golf with my old – now really old – group of Mississippian golfing companions.
As is our wont each night Señora and I touched base to hear each others’ voice and see how our respective days had gone.
My last night there towards the end of the phone call I suggested phone sex to Señora, more to pick at her than anything else.
She replied with little hesitation, “Not tonight Dear, I have a headache.”
Oh the thrill is gone.