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So I am officially thankful.
I am thankful that the dining room got put back together so the living room could get put back together so the kitchen could be put back together so we could do a Thanksgiving gathering.
It wasn’t a LOT of people, 14 in all, but any more would have been too tight, particularly when an actual meal was involved for about half of them, albeit in three shifts.
The food was good – I’m a good cook, and I have put on enough big meals that I know how to do it, how to make things come out at about the right time, etc.
My favorite part, though, was after the meal, or at least after the first shift of the meal. I knew it would be. It was the time when we were all gathered in the living room – a decent-sized room – and that’s always my favorite part.
The wo...Read More
I spent a good deal of years working in healthcare accounting. I understand cost reports and step-down allocations, volume and intensity based budgeting and reporting, and a lot of other boring things.
I used to think, on cold mornings especially, I wish I didn’t have to go to work, blech, I don’t want to go to work…
My drive to work took me by the Wayside Christian Mission.
Standing outside the doors as I drove off to my job was a line of people, waiting for the Mission to open, waiting to come in out of the cold, waiting for a hot meal, waiting for such small things that I took for granted.
It always made me ashamed that I had complained.
As crazy as my mother was, and as poor as we were, she gave me a clear understanding of how lucky I WAS.
I never went hungry; my mother did.
I knew t...Read More
I got some things done and I feel much less overwhelmed.
The dining room is taking shape. We, meaning slave drew, put up a shelf piece and we did the window treatment we’d planned – I have a window that looks into an added-on garage, and the view was not lovely.
We figured out some of the lighting, which took longer than you might think because it also involved drilling holes in the cabinet itself to reach the outlet.
I found my crock pot meaning, oops, I had to find a place for my crock pot. I did, however.
I got to the grocery and mostly figured out what I’m doing and when and where and what I need for it.
I got my nails done. In honor of the James Bond movies drew and I have watched lately, the color I picked is, “The Spy Who Loved Me.”
Bright kind of cherry red, with a bit of gli...Read More
So, I have a list of approximately 1000 things to do.
I have to finish up the dining room, though progress has been made. But there’s a window covering to do, a wall shelf to hang, the living room to empty out, and then the kitchen, and then the cleaning of aforesaid locations.
There’s stuff I need to do for the upcoming Fringe Element Bizarre Bazaar, and for my own Bluegrass Leather Pride.
There’s a Leather Presentation I need to write.
I have to refill my ink on my printer.
I have some business of life stuff, things to mail, things to pay, things to buy.
slave drew’s birthday is Wednesday, Thanksgiving is Thursday and then it’s the holiday weekend.
I made a list of the things I have to do and haven’t done them, but making a list was kind of on the list.
I need to get my nails done.
I n...Read More
So, we had the Special Interest Group this afternoon. This is our sort of annual business meeting.
In November, we talk about potential changes for the next year and set our topics.
In December, we have a fun topic, but this time we’re going to do a Kinky Gift Exchange.
It’s a game you may well have played at an office party or family gathering. You bring a wrapped present, in this case something under $10. If there are 20 people there, you write the numbers one through 20 on pieces of paper, and each person chooses a number.
The person who draws number 1 picks a package and opens it. Person 2 then has a choice to take the item that Person 1 has, or open a different package.
If he takes one of the previously opened gifts, then the person whose gift has been “stolen,” can choose to ...Read More
What do you think it says about me as a person that I can’t really quite remember which one my first threesome was?
I *think* it was a sort of sex-and-kink lite experience with my submissive at the time, Gene, and a woman in the community way back when.
I remember we tied him to my bed naked and rather rolled around on him, doing various kind and unkind things to him, as whim and location dictated.
He seemed to enjoy quite a bit.
But there wasn’t any real sex involved, as there wasn’t any real kink involved. Neither fish nor fowl, as it were.
I don’t think I’ve ever had a threesome with two men, which is, I suppose, rather surprising, all things considered. Never happened that it happens.
I had a threesome with two of my married friends, J and m...Read More
I never type that without hearing the kid’s rhyme, “Home again, home again, higgelty pig.”
My ex, Beth, and I used to disagree over the wording, she’d learned it as “diggity dog,” but it was clearly “higgelty pig.”
It was not as pretty a drive back as it was down, though it wasn’t bad. It was very windy for the first 60 miles or so, or about the first third of it.
The leaves were whipping around the highway, that last sort of rattle of Autumn saying, “No, really, I’m serious, he’s RIGHT behind me.”
It was still warm, but it didn’t look so much like fall anymore, it looked a lot more like winter.
About 30 miles from drew’s house, I saw a bald eagle snag a bird in mid-air about 20 feet in front of me.
It was certainly swooping low enough to clearly see it wasn’t a hawk...Read More
So, the first three photos are photos of Amish country, taken while sitting at a picnic table under a tree, sharing an Amish doughnut.
The rest are slave drew’s home, inside and out, including the Paul McCobb pieces and the German radio. The sculptures you see in the yard are all ones drew has carved.
We had a lovely weekend, I hope you did, too.Read More
I am at the moment sitting in slave drew’s living room.
For those of you in the know, it might matter that I’m typing on a Paul McCobb dining room table, sitting on one of four of his “shovel” chairs, and facing a buffet piece with two jewelry chests on top of it, all also done by the same Danish modern designer.
drew’s house is as eclectic as he himself is. It has a lot of art made by prisoners scattered around.
He curated an art show ten years or so back of art produced by prisoners in Kentucky prisons, and that lead to a couple other pieces, as well as the stuff he bought or was given by prisoners.
On one wall is a leather nature scene by a guy who killed three members of a rival biker gang, with one of the motives being the theft of a motorcycle jack with on of the victim’s club colors...Read More
I am at slave drew’s house this weekend, in Western Kentucky, in the Land Between the Lakes area – between Kentucky Lake and Lake Barkley.
Both lakes are man-made. Back in the early 1960’s, the old town of Kuttawa was flooded to form the lakes.
Think “Brother, Where Art Thou.”
Somewhere at the bottom of the lake, the old buildings are, or whatever is left of them, anyway.
We went out to dinner and by the time we finished at 7pm local time, the restaurant was emptying out, the rush over.
People eat early down here.
Tomorrow, we’ll go to Amish country, about 45 minutes away.
I suspect I’ll have a more enlightening blog tomorrow, but tonight, I believe, we are going to settle in and watch Goldfinger, then it’s likely to be early to bed.
Have a lovely weekend.Read More