Category: Smelling the roses

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On this Memorial Day…

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I know that it’s not Veterans Day but I think that we should say thank you to our warriors today nonetheless.

I want to thank my brother for his service. I love you bro, you’re a good man and I know Dad was prouder than shit of you.

To everyone else active duty or not,

Thank you for everything you’ve done for me. Thank you for believing in We The People.

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Thank you to my friends & family who are no longer with us for their service. I humbly pray that they rest in peace and are not forgotten. 

John, I miss you, love ya man. Keep the beer cold and the party hot I’ll see you again.

Dad, I miss you and I love you more than I said in life. I think of you often, and god knows I’m trying to be a good example of our family. A little nudge in the right direction from time to time would be appreciated.

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Grandpa E. You were like the Tanks that you drove in WWII big and rumbling. I didn’t understand you very well, But you loved me and that was all that mattered. 

For all those who have given all that I didn’t personally know.

Thank you for my freedom, my rights, and the thousand little things that I take for granted every single day. I may not know your names but you’re my heros anyway.

Have a very loving Memorial Day.

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Give a vet a long strong hug. They’re remembering lost friends and need to know they’re loved, respected, appreciated, and that we’re grateful to them.

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I never thought I’d do this…

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I was having a massage a while back.

It was a very nice massage and I was warm, comfortable and nicely relaxed. These things are after all what you want as the outcome of a massage, right?

The masseur was working on my chest and then moved South. I sighed contentedly. Further South then a nice long sweeping motion over my hip bones and down onto my thighs. Nice!!!

The focus shifted to my shins and relaxing those nasty little tight muscles that lie right along the shinbone. I’ve been doing a lot of walking lately, I was blissed out.

The focus moved to the other leg and I was starting to drift to sleep. Another long sweep up my legs and both hands begin a nice massaging motion on my junk.

Whoa. 

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Not what I’d expected. The masseur was good looking and also naked.

When I’m getting a massage I prefer that both of us be naked. It’s just a lot less annoying than the rustling sound of fabric or the weird tickling effect of the hem of a shirt or shorts drifting across me. I hate that whole draping thing too, It’s pointless and distracting. Every time the drape has to be moved, it grounds me back in my body and interferes with my relaxation. After all I’m paying for a massage… it’s supposed to be all about me!!!

Having someone massaging my junk is also… well… nice yes, but distracting too.

What happened next I couldn’t have imagined in my wildest dreams.

I said, “That’s not necessary, but thank you.”

SCREEEEECH!!!! Say What!?!?!

My brain and body Both looked (Metaphorically) at my mind like Who the hell are you? Where is the pig that’s supposed to be calling the shots?

Don’t get me wrong, It felt great.

But if I’m going to have sex, I want it to be about having sex, not that the other person feels they’re obligated. 

I’d have enjoyed having real sex with this masseur.

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I think we’d have had a rocking good time but a hand job… on the clock… that’s not really all that relaxing or exciting.

Maybe I’m jaded, maybe I’m afraid that I’m not going to measure up? (Just how many other hand jobs have been performed today?) Maybe I’ve just been there done that, once too often.

I’ve gotten to the age where hurried sex with someone I don’t know isn’t something I particularly enjoy.

Now a room full of people… that’s a little different and seriously hot!  Uhhh excuse me….

Ok I’m back where was I? Oh yeah hurried sex with a stranger… 

Weird huh?

That’s not to say that I would turn down a frenzied blowjob from a friend in an odd place. But in general I want to get there slowly and enjoy the journey.

Today, I was reading the blog a buddy of mine writes and was intrigued to see that he’d written something very similar. Coincidentally we’re both the same age and have been around the block a few times. He wrote what I’ve only been thinking about. 

Maybe this is a function of aging. I’ve become more discerning and picky in recent years. Perhaps we all just get to the point that who we’re getting naked with is more important than being naked with someone trying to get our rocks off.

Maybe I’m getting less inhibited about actually saying what I want or don’t want.

God helps us all if that’s the case.

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Then the rain turned to snow…

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Last night as the sun was setting my driveway and decks were free of snow and ice.

I’d been running around in a t-shirt and sweats. 

I let the dogs out for the 90th time yesterday, and when I brought them back in they tracked snow all over the living room.

Snow????

It was a spectacular blue sky sunny day yesterday. The operative word is “Was“.

I flipped on the lights at the rear of the house and it was snowing heavily. The deck was already covered over with an inch of snow.

By 9 last night, there was at least 2.5 inches piled on the driveway and street. 

I pulled on a pair of jeans, hat, boots and a jacket to go clear the drive. It was still snowing…

Gotta admit that my Northface component jacket was a very good purchase. Expensive as hell, but it’s still going strong after 5 years.

(For those that don’t know. Component jackets are outer shells, usually waterproof, that have zip in linings. I’ve got a zip in vest, a fleece, and a down insert. All of these can be worn by themselves but the addition of the waterproof shell greatly improves their insulation ability. )

Shoveling in a storm is not my idea of fun… on the other hand I couldn’t tell how long the storm was going to last and it really is easier to clear 2 – 3 inches of snow at a time than to wait until there’s a foot or more.

Trust me on this… I’ve done it both ways.

On the up side I was warm and dry so while it’s not fun, it could have been worse.

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After a while I noticed the storm was breaking. Within a few more minutes the clouds parted and moonlight lit up the mountains. 

I see really well at night anyway, but throw moonlight on snow and it’s like I’m working in daylight. 

I was thankful for the additional light to work by. 

Moonlight on fresh snow also happens to be one of my favorite things. 

It was quiet, peaceful and beautiful.

The snow on the ground was sparkling as slight breezes blew wisps of flakes along.

A coyote padded by at the end of the street, it’s eyes glowing gold-green as it looked at me. It passed unhurriedly by, no doubt heading for the open fields and the rabbits that are usually there.

Then I was alone again, silence and beauty around me.

If I have to shovel snow… Nights like this aren’t bad at all.