Random squalidness or vice versa

Jen's pasion friday post about skirts has me thinking about, well....skirts, dresses. I love them all, long ones, short ones. My hardfelt appreciation to the inventor. Although they might have been invented for those Roman dudes or the Scottish but that's a skirt of another color.

And to the inventor of pantyhose........fuck you moron. Try to say panel or control top and maintain your erection.

I've made light of some beautiful works of art the past few days but I am truly in awe of paintings like this. The first time I was in the Louvre I was overwhelmed. Prior to that I had zero interest in that type of art. My interest was limited to photography and the written word. Some of these pieces are huge, wall size, and the detail......incredible. Some have dozens of people in them, from large to tiny. I can't imagine the talent it took to produce such works. To me most modern art or what passes for art these days pales in comparison to the masters. Not even in the same league. It's all about personal taste but the Pollack stuff and paint flung in abstractions just does nothing for me. But that's just me. I think it's just important that you find beauty in something and recognize those who create it.

There is someone in my life whose presence fills me every day. She knows me as no woman has for quite some time. It's complicated and unlikely. I don't care. I have a full understanding of online relationships and of relationships with restrictions and limitations. Had I ignored such encounters in my life I would be half of what I am today. Any part of someone wonderful is better than all of someone who doesn't move or reach you. Again, that's just me.

After last Sunday's 65 degree weather it's been January all week. S'Ok, it's still March and I said I wouldn't complain when it got here.

I sold my house, that was the yoke of burden you saw flying off my shoulders. Ironic that I sold it the same weekend that I essentially "finished" the new one.

There have been new faces here lately, welcome ones, I hope they stay. They seem to play well with others.

My son asks to see his new niece every day he is with me. Last night he held her for over half an hour. He'll be 16 this month. I think this bodes well for his view of life. I'm guarded with my compliments though until I get him to pick up ONE thing and put it where it belongs on any given weekend. However, I think he may see through me.

She moans a moan that races through me and settles in my heart after a deposit in my loins. It sounds exactly the same every time and I count on it to do so because it's the precursor to my delight. Something in the way she moves.

Enjoy your weekend.