fog rain pain... friend lost

fog rain pain... friend lost her job today. gloomy in so many ways. at least she knows she can call me. an ear

seeing eye kid

There was a family last night who came in, party of four ... one on a leash. Now, I've seen child leashes, generally something attached to the wrist, but some are on a harness (nylon or cotton/poly). This family had a leather leash, like a dog, attached to their child. I was filled with disgust. Look, I can understand that RARE children are otherwise very difficult to control. Resorting to a leather leash ... the issue lies not with the child, but the lack-of parenting.

to make some one happy ...

On my other arm I wrote, "Tigger Lover"

It is rough, not very good, but done in 3 minutes. It produced the desired effect ... a laugh, a smile.

short time there

I sense implications coming .. I'll accept them with gratitude.
"I'm going to hell", because I didn't want to drive back !stinking! town to return later in possibly bad !stinking! weather. "I'm going to hell" more likely because of doubt, not sin ... for redemption and salvation keeps you alive, not being good.

I'm going to use a hotel. I've stayed there before. It was quite comfortable. I like the ground floor better, but ... it is "all good". The staff there are friendly, sadly I've never had the chance to see the pool. My work hours eliminate my chance to relax fully at the hotel. It's clean, fresh, calm. It shall be my last stay in that town, to my knowledge. I missed out on the whirlpool room ... only $10 more.

Some other hotels within a block are $25 - $40 more. Yikes. I bid thee ado Worktown starts with W

Westchester, Washington, Williamsburg, Westboro, whatever

WTF and bad line of thinking

"would you have done it if her husband were standing there?

mmmno... no you wouldn't have.

hell... that's where you're goin'."

The recipient of the massage is not and has not been married. It's really charming that you should bring this up though.
If, when I held her arm across her belly so that I didn't touch her wrongfully, would that have been a problem?
If I mentioned that her boyfriend could finish other areas like her legs, as those were areas I wasn't doing, was that wrongful? If after the massage, she talks candidly about a personal doctor's appointment and her fears about it, is that wrongful?

I guess I should have pointed out the obvious that it wasn't sexual ... like the title said. I guess I should have written that I tried to get this young lady to think about a situation that was worrisome. In that I stated that I had stuff for her if she pursued the same vocation as I had (teaching).

I should have explained my wonder as to how someone could be so willing to be physically intimate with another person, yet be closed off -- telling little of themselves (herself), hidden in a "you wouldn't want to know", in other words, 'I'm not saying'. My point of the post was just that. How the @#%%@% you got going to hell for inappropriate conduct with a woman without her husband around is, well odd.

I'm happy you get to damn others. I wouldn't want the job. I'd never get it right.

Sloppy driver out of luck

I pulled into town and there was a car off the road on the exit ramp. The young driver was wearing only shorts. "I'm going to a basketball game" was his claim. His cell phone was about out. I let him borrow mine. He didn't have AAA, and called a friend to come pick him up to take him to the game. Bad luck, dude!

sensual, intimacy

There was no sex. I massaged someone at work today. She'd never had anyone massage her before. That's a damn shame -- she's sweet and great! I tried to soothe her -- relax her, rub away her pain. While her pain remained, she was soothed, calmed. I don't feel ashamed, but rather stronger.

should the need arise

Well, "I need" are the words, unspoken, but known. I've had an "I need" semi-permanent situation before. Rather like potholes on the street -- never enough, never complete, always, always, always. Hmmm.

In lighter news, I get the impression that I'll be missed, but despite the donation of my phone number, no one has called, so ... just a nice little thanks and out is fine.

Last flexing

Sunday 3:00 - 9:30
Monday 5:00 - close
Tuesday 11:00 - 5:00
Wednesday 5:00 - close
Thursday 5:00 - close
Friday 2:00 - 10:00
Saturday 5:00 - close
Sunday 4:00 - 9:00

late night

Nearly the last late night like this. I am counting the days.

Robert Lovely's great idea

Less then a dollar investment for a wholesome feeling.

What's so special about the second?

It's Groundhog Day ... again, and welcome to lovely Indiana where bouts of Winter are mild and generally just dreary with clouds and invisible sun. On the bright side, there are fewer accidents and there's generally a more upbeat atmosphere. Moreover, on a personal note this year is birth year of Christopher and Joshua+ as early as they are. So, six more weeks of moderate Winter like normal. I like this year so far. It has had many ups and few downs. Thanks God for the ups ... last year was a downer, for sure!

+ technically not yet as of this writing

more work phrases

"Oh, I seen it."

"Now here's the proper way to ..."

"Who did this?"

"Could you come here please?"

"I've told him that."

"Let me ask you a question."

finger pointing and grief

I was at work and I got, "I'm mad at you", and pouting. Yes, the old man is leaving. I was a good man to many people, uncle a a couple, friend to many. I am sorry to leave most of the people there, but not at all sorry to leave the job. Underpaid, under-appreciated, long, long hours. Nope, the job can go without me.

Indiana has coyotes

I can be certain of this because I saw one on my way to work today. This solitary trotter was going through a field off the highway today. Yeah ... I have confirmation and moreover am a witness to them being here.

Thanks, Johnny

rather

I'd rather kill a beer than a deer. I don't eat most meats, so, at least least I can drink a beer. I won't eat a deer. The proverbial beer hunter. I no longer keep trophies.

draw a happy place

It was a simple request ... she complied with this. Artist undisclosed as she didn't want recognized.

tied to me

Charlie made up a game. He started with a "ninja star" that could be flung around. Obviously it was plastic. He wanted a string tied to it to use as a grappling hook. Later, he tied it to me and hurled me around with it, as I had elastic strings on my sweatshirt. He had a very good time.

He is attached to me and I am tied to him. It is a pleasant bond, one I don't wish to break, no matter how delicate.

Give it away, give it away, give it away now...

God save me from myself!

I think I help others, yet I hurt others. There is no happy medium and the path to Hell is paved with good intentions.