Category: Words

Juicy, a dialogue taken from real life

“Why would you want the word juicy written across your ass? Particularly in pink velour?”

“If you do have a juicy ass, wouldn’t you want it to speak for itself?
If you don’t, would you really want people to be reading “juicy” and thinking “no, not really.””

“Maybe I should get “luscious” tattooed on my chest so people will know that I have a great rack.”

“No, no you shouldn’t. ”

So here’s what I wonder about in the middle of the night when I can’t sleep:
I wonder what, if anything, it says about a person that they feel compelled to highlight a certain part of their body. I’m certainly not exempt from it. Shoes. Eyeliner. A lot of cleavage. Tattoos, even. Words describing what is good about each of my favorite parts ? Not so much.

Maybe I prefer to let people draw their own conclusions about my body parts.

Or…

Maybe I don’t think any of them merit exclamation points.

Or…

Maybe I think the copious amounts of Ink are more than enough body decor.

Or…

I’d think about it more, but I have stuff to make.







Don’t just stand there, make something!

Any time in my life when I have spare time, and things on my mind, I can use a distraction. Not so much an external stimulus type of distraction like seeing friends, but something to keep my mind focused on something other than the inside of my own brain.

A lot of the time, it’s reading. Lately I find that reading stimulates more writing which leads to more thinking, which can be too much, uh, thinking. There was a proper sentence in there somewhere. Let me know if you see it.

So what to do?
Some people meditate. Some people pray. I make something.

This weekend, I cleaning out the spare room and found a lot of fibery things I’d not done anything with. So I got out my spinning wheel, pulled some merino out of a bin and made some yarn. It is a little rustic, and I am out of practice…but it will make a useful and beautiful something or other. Probably a hat. I make a lot of hats.

Right now, I am trying to work on this green one.

I was on a driving ban after a procedure so I was stuck at home. Spinning and knitting count as doing something productive, so I can do something totally unproductive at the same time without pretending to feel guilty about it. Today it was a movie binge: Maltese Falcon, Meaning of Life and Hard Day’s Night.

And that means that I am not going to write anymore. I can’t write and watch the Beatles at the same time.

So ta for now.

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Decisions…

If they were right, I’d agree, but it’s them you know not me.
–Cat Stevens/Father and Son

Close calls can be catalysts. Even ones that really aren’t all that close. Even ones that aren’t even yours.

First a catalyst. A decision. Then change.

It’s the decision that is the hard part, at least for me. Once I have decided something, I can live with it. I’ve made some pretty stupid decisions over the years, but I can’t really look back and say that I regret any of them. Nothing too awful has ever happened to me as a result. Some of the people impacted by my decisions might have been hurt initially, but even for them things seem to have worked out.

Good decision making or luck?
I have no clue.
Maybe both.

I don’t know how other people make decisions. I like to say that I go by my gut, or my heart…and that’s probably true in the end..but I put a lot of obsessive thought into any major decision.

My brain tells me all about what is rational, and I do listen to my rational side. When my heart agrees with my brain, it’s simple.

When they disagree?

Usually one side feels more strongly about something than the other. That also make’s things simpler. If my heart really wants something and my brain shrugs. Cool. If my heart thinks it wants something and my brain screams “are you fucking kidding me?” Again, simple.

If it’s a tie?

Hopefully that won’t ever happen.