Quite frankly, my dear...

There's water in the air. I can feel it. Having been born a Southern Belle and lived in the Deep South all my life, I am accustomed to the high humidity that hangs over much of the South in the summer. The heat can have an almost oppressive feel to it with all that humidity behind it. The trick is to yield to it, to go with it, to bask in it.

I went into a store the other day and their air conditioner was cranked so high that I had goosebumps on my arms and legs. I almost wished I had brought a sweater into the store with me. When I went back outside, it was a relief to be enveloped in the warmth again. I got into my car, which felt like a sauna after having been closed-up in the direct sunlight while I was in the store. I closed the door to the car and just sat there, feeling the heat penetrating my skin and warming my heart as much as my body.

Yeah, there's water in the air, more than is usual this time of year. I can feel it. Hell, I can see it, hanging like a haze all around me, enveloping everything in a dense, moist wrapper. I love the South, but I thank the Goddess that I don't have to wear a hoop-skirt and petticoats as I am transported back to my Tara, as did my foremothers.

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A Midsummer Night's AquaDream

"Ignorant woman, thou must be mad," they said to me.
"The Sun stands not still, can'st thou see?
He circles 'round Earth's periphery,
full of God's great majesty,
and does so quite tirelessly!"

"Nay," I said, "She does not dote
a circuit so tiresome as a castle's moat!
She dances
and twirls
with halo of fire
a figure-eight loop
wearing Goddess attire!
And each year She dances so hard and so long
that twice She does pause
before plunging headlong
back down the loop,
retracing Her way
obeying Nature's laws
in splendid array!"

The argument raged back and forth
just as the Sun, from south unto north,
yet the motion of Earth is really the cause
for the analemma which the "Sun's" motion draws.

They called me a heretic, a hussy, and a witch,
all of which greatly flattered this bitch.
I would not recant the words that I spake
so they quickly tied me out to a stake
not knowing my kink let me enjoy their sport
and I came rather quickly, by that resort.

The Sun did stand still as my ashes were flung
and a pallor over the mens' faces hung.
Then, along with the Fae, I danced till next dawn
When we evaporated like dew, and were gone.

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The girl with no name

The girl with no name was bumped and pushed down the hallway by the throng of other children. She was like a fragile leaf, moved more by their motions than by motion of her own. There were moments when it was difficult to maintain her balance or keep hold of the stack of books in her arms.

A small trickle of children came down the hallway on the other side, going the other direction. There were other girls, much like her, but with pretty faces. Many of their faces wore smiles, a few sad ones emerged here-and-there, and some wore emotionless expressions.

There were boys, too, in the stream of faces. A few of them were laughing as they talked to each other in loud tones, some had tough-guy "don't mess with me" looks, and a few had emotionless expressions like some of the girls wore.

All of the children seemed to have names, except for the one girl that was being swept along. She wished she had a name, too. "One day," she hoped, "maybe I will have a name and then others can talk to me."

As she watched the other children flow past her, she could not help but notice that none turned to look her way. She felt so alone. Actually, the other children could not see her at all. Besides having no name, she had no face, either.

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Twilight Alive

Our city started the free, outdoor concerts again a couple of weeks ago but we've both been working and weren't able to attend the first two of them. Today, though, both of us got off work early! He specifically requested a couple of hours time-off that He had accrued. I was only filling-in for someone for a while today and they returned earlier than originally expected. Excited that we could actually make it this week, we rushed downtown, and joined the crowd with our collapsible chairs slung over our shoulders.

We watched some gray clouds in the distance, warily, as the sound-crew setup the stage and tweaked the levels on the equipment. They were almost finished when the clouds moved overhead and a light rain began to fall. Quite a few of the crowd merely opened umbrellas but stayed rooted in their chairs, so we did the same. After a while, the rain did not seem to be letting up (even though the sound-crew was still setting up the covered state, undaunted by the rain) so we hoofed our wet, cold, & hungry bodies back to the car to go in search of a warm, dry spot with food. We ended up at one of our favorite Mexican restaurants and had a wonderful meal, our first meal-out in several weeks due to our conflicting schedules.

After dinner, we drove back by the barricaded street where the concert was to be held. The rain had stopped and one of the featured musicians was playing! Yay! We enjoyed a couple of her songs immensely, and then another act joined her on stage. Their music was a little too heavy on the religious messaging, though. We both decided to leave before we burst into flames.

At least we were able to have a good dinner (which I didn't have to cook!) and spend some quality time together!
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Last night at work, I saw the person whom I thought made the phone calls. I felt nothing from her. Dammit. I seriously doubt that she is *that* good. Now I don't know what to think. Phuqueit. Perhaps it was that young couple, after all.

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girlie pile

i want to use you
and abuse you
to feel your soft flesh
sprawled beneath my own
your nakedness pinned-down
by my desires
breasts smashed together
nipples hard
lips and tongues probing in
frenzied desperation
flower and flower
clitoris and clitoris
grinding into each other
your juices and mine
mingling together as they soak the sheets
we are so wet
twisting, turning, yearning, burning,
little explosions
between our eyes
flash like paparazzi
warm wave after warm wave
washes us toward the stars

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Return of the homemade pizza

After losing so much weight and lowering my cholesterol last year, I was looking for a new recipe for homemade pizza dough that uses whole wheat flour instead of evyl, bad-for-your-health, plain white flour like my old recipe used. I found one and it was "okay" when I made my first pizza with it, but I knew I could tweak the recipe and make it better. My husband (and our friend Asilinn, who was visiting us at the time) thought it was good as it was and didn't see how I could possibly improve upon the pizza dough — but I did it! Bwahahahahahahahahaaaaaaa! It is much better now than it was!

Since I also make my own sauce from scratch, I can easily control how much sodium, fat, and carbs are in the pizzas. When I add pepperoni, I only buy turkey pepperoni (it tastes basically the same with much less fat) and all the other ingredients are chopped fresh (except for the mushrooms, which are canned, but rinsed to remove most of the salt). So, we are back to homemade pizzas, but healthier ones now! Yay!

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Snuggle time

Our schedules are so crazy that He and I haven't seen much of each other lately. He is often asleep by the time I get home from work. I get a little something to eat, unwind in front of the computer for a bit, and then head to bed to snuggle next to Him and sleep. I am still in dreamland when He gets up and leaves for work, so He isn't here when I get up and get ready for work. Then He is usually asleep by the time I get home, and so on. Our "days off" sometimes fall differently each week, too, which makes it harder to see each other. It's hard to get accustomed to this. At least the "snuggle time" is good, even if we are asleep!

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In labor

My neck and shoulders have been killing me for the past four or five days. My feet and legs ache every night. Tonight, for the first time, my lower back is hurting a twinge, too.

Don't get me wrong, I am grateful for this job! But why couldn't I have landed an office job like I've had for the past 27 years...??? I'm used to sitting at desks and conference tables to do most of my work, which has ranged from answering phones to managing projects/people to managing the entire frikking office. Hopefully, I will become acclimated to the physical labor before it kills me. Standing/walking for most of the shift, and doing all the bending/lifting, is the pits. If I were still in my 20s or 30s, it wouldn't be any sweat at all, but to suddenly be thrown into a position such as this is taking its toll on my 50-something-year-old body!

What I would give right now for a good massage or a shoulder-rub... *sigh*

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153. Blame

"It is... a mistake to lose self-esteem simply because you have some flaws. Looking at your shortcomings and taking steps to eliminate them should be viewed as a dispassionate project. You are not worthless because you undertake to rise above your faults. That description is only for those who never attempt to perfect themselves. We all have a perfect core, a special self inside. That purity is perfect and holy; therefore, no one is worse than another."

-Deng Ming-Dao, 365 Tao: Daily Meditations

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152. Sleep

Sleep is like a swift train
Plunging into long black tunnels,
Slicing day with red and black light.
No worry about the skeleton engineer.
Head to pillow is like head to track,
Listening to the rumble of destiny,
Knowing that the opening will come.
In sleep, as in the tunnels,
The sound seems ever closer."

-Deng Ming-Dao, 365 Tao: Daily Meditations

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She thought it was a 9mm, whatever that is...

So. I found out tonight that there was a robbery a couple of nights ago at the place where I work. I had just finished my shift three or four hours before it happened, so another girl was on duty rather than me. I don't have all the details yet, just the most sketchy bit of information about it.

Still, it made me wonder how it would affect me if I had been on duty at the time. It could happen any time, really, especially with the hours that I work on the weekends. I feel sure that I would cooperate with them, especially if they were armed (as they were this past weekend), rather than risk some stupid "heroic" action. I may be blonde, but I am not stupid. I know how to trigger the "silent alarm" without anyone's seeing me do it.

I have always been blessed to be cool-headed and calm during a crisis. If I am going to break down, it will definitely be afterwards, not during. That's what happened to Anna, too. After the police took their report and left, the manager offered to let her go home early, but she stoically declined and finished her shift. Hours later, as she tucked herself into bed, is when the full "Oh, shit!" moment of realization hit her and she had trouble sleeping.

When it comes to some things, I am soft-hearted, sensitive, and nurturing to the point of being self-effacing. When it comes to other things, though, I can be a hard-hearted, callous bitch. It all depends on the circumstances. I've learned over the years — the hard way — that sometimes one must be thick-skinned and tough in order to survive. I wonder which side of my personality would come out when the loaded pistol was no longer pointed at me ...the little girl who bursts into tears? ...or the "nail-their-balls-to-the-wall" bitch?

...and I wonder if I could mark "Gun Play" off my checklist... hmmm...

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