Drifting home tonight as the wind a flurries push me on my way. Sign ahead says Newmarket is ahead, but I'm not convinced that is where I want to go. The Moon is in hiding tonight. Considering how bright it was for Solstice, it probably needs to recharge. Took the dog out a week ago, and it seemed as though she was mimicking the sun. Perhaps it was flirting. She was showing her bright feathers to reinitiate the chase across the sky. It was wonderful feeling her light across my face. Feeling her looking...and I cannot decide if she looks up at us, or down upon us. Either way, we should give her a show to make her smile and grow even brighter in the night sky.
Going to retread over something tonight. I have talked about this on previous blogs...before I *ahem* evolved and found WordPress. Evolution versus Creationism is the age old debate about the big bang or the forbidden fruit...God created Earth and Heaven or some freak cosmic accident. Were these the only two options, I would firmly see evolution as, easily, where we came from. However, I always have seen a third theory as one that could explain the possibility of both. We are not initially from here. I first heard this theory, probably fifteen years ago...and, for me, it potentially explains both the gap evolution cannot yet quite figure out as well as the story of Adam and Eve. Think about it. Caveman runs about, club in hand [Read more...]
I still see her face, beautiful as day... - Sting, The Hounds of Winter "Let's talk about the elephant, shall we?" He sipped from his beer. "Elephant?" Derek was not as large as the tank behind the bar, but he was big. African American with a near buzz cut afro hair. He wore a red tie over his black shirt and slacks, but even the loose shirt could not hide the impressive shoulders and chest underneath. "Cliff, come on. You buy two seats on an airplane. That makes you an expensive date for a woman." Cliff chuckled as he gulped and almost lost a mouthful of beer onto his red sweater. "You have such a way with words." Derek smiled at him as he picked up his beer with one hand and sipped. Glancing at his watch he returned his [Read more...]
Was not going to be online today, but I am sitting alone with the Doberman in the car as my date for the day has gone into the barn to check on her horse. The Doberman is not happy. I am feeling much better. Still have to cold but this morning is the first time in four days I have felt well enough to go out. Called my kids this morning and they got flooded with gifts (as predicted) by their mother. That's only the beginning as they will be off to their her parents later today as well. That type of excess that they are going through today always bothers me. Not much I can do from here. I guess this is the punishment for picking badly on relationships. I miss my kids something awful this morn...but I am scared to think of the mess I would [Read more...]
"You have any wheat beers?" The question surprised him as she did not look like a beer drinker. He watched the bartender, a tank of a man in a black vest over his white shirt and red tie. The bartender mumbled an answer. "I'll have one." She held up one finger. Her green eyes smiled from under her pageboy red hair. Her pale skin was slightly rouged by her makeup. She wore the infamous "little black dress" over her ample bosom and long black nyloned crossed legs. Stiletto heels adorned her feet with one on the bar's foot rest. The diamond on her finger was almost too noticeable. He watched from his own bar stool, unobserved. He dusted a crumb off his red sweater and glanced down at the burger in front of him. His belly was sore as [Read more...]
It is 23:45 and I'm waiting for my meds to kick in. Thanks to a cold or something I picked up at the office on Monday, just was not in a writing mood at all today. Back on my horse tomorrow, though... Or as my old fav cliche goes, save a horse, ride a cowboy. A little too cold for my cowboy hat at the moment, but the stallion Percheron and other five horses in the barn will appreciate the break. Tonight's sleep music is a mix between Fleetwood Mac's Behind the Mask...the one were they replaced the stoned Lindsay Buckingham with two guitar players...and the Foo Fighters' In Your Honor (note, the missing 'u'), Disc 2. Fleetwood Mac has this uncanny knack for song writing. With or without Buckingham, everything they did grows on me if I [Read more...]
"Pancakes!" He looked up at her from his chair. "Pancakes? Sounds good." He closed the newspaper and stood. "How can I help?" He towered over her as he followed her to the counter. He reached up and pulled down two juice glasses. "Um, well..." She looked up into his blue eyes under salt and pepper hair. "Okay, set the table, start with that." She licked her lips as she watched him take the cups back to the table. the hair on his pale bare chest was so light that it seemed non-existent. He scratched his leg through his pajama pants and then returned to find plates and cutlery. He smilled at her as he spoke, "Eggs? Bacon?" She turned away and giggled. "We're not dressed for bacon." He laughed as he looked down at her in her black [Read more...]
Women spitting is...well...un-goddess-like. Now, quick disclaimer...I'm four beer, strong beer (call the 7.5%) into a bender and enjoying it...so anything you read after this particular line, take with a grain of salt. Whether it be after a baseball game and she is trying to show that she can be one of the boys...or after a blow job and she is trying to get the taste out of her mouth...it is un-lady-like. This is the reason I like to eat as much asparagus as I can get my hands on. I hear that that makes the taste...yes, that taste...better. Well, for the good that does me. Apparently, women have this thing about the taste of semen. If it doesn't taste good enough, they spit it out...I would say something to the effect of "wimps", but [Read more...]