Winding, Crooked Trails

Shared Expressions and Musings with a Connection to the Origin of Things and a Surly Hatred of Progress and Development along with a Churlish Resistance to all Popular Improvements (except for HDTV and Dolby 5:1 surround sound and maybe Books on CD) (thanks Ed)

Friday, June 24, 2005

Shut down

I can't get the words out today. I've got bloggerblock. I have everything to say but don't want to say it and probably couldn't if I tried. I need weekend light and as luck would have it, that's what I'm facing. I can do what I want from the end of the work day today until the beginning of the work day Monday. Anything I freakin want. A lot of what I do will be nothing, the rest will be spontaneous. I need it.

I think I'll focus on assaulting my senses. A full frontal assault. I mean the see, hear, smell, touch stuff.....not the heart and brain stuff. I will be resting them for the weekend, they are overworked. But some music, food, some nature, a libation or two perhaps, hopefully some sensual pleasures, no, without question some sensual pleasures, some movies maybe, or not. Some of you are around on the weekend, most are not. I come and go. I may do more of one than the other or all of both or none of either. I will spend some time out and about watching all the young girls and all the girls not so young and the ones in between. It's hot, I will sweat. Sometimes I like to sweat, be a mess. I'll then take long cool showers. I'll crank the hot tub temp down. I won't care if the people in the condos on the other side of the woods see me naked. I might make sure they do. I'll smell charcoal and grilled meat. I'll sit in this perfect place I have to sit and think about all the things I need to think about and when it gets too heavy I'll turn up the stereo and fix another drink. I may have company, I may not. They would have to fit or I don't want them there.

First summer weekend. Weekend light, just what I need. And it's all mine.

Enjoy yours.