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The sun was out today, lifting the dark fog that surrounded me all week.
 
In my pursuit of healthy decadence, I have discovered that a whole wheat crepe wrapped around sauteed apples that have been sweetened with golden agave syrup and topped with whipped cream is fabulous.
 
voluptuary_manque said:
In my pursuit of healthy decadence, I have discovered that a whole wheat crepe wrapped around sauteed apples that have been sweetened with golden agave syrup and topped with whipped cream is fabulous.
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What the Bear said...but with ice cream;)
 
I think I will have no arguement when I say, Tricia positively has the greatest ass ever. Anyone disagree? Didn't think so. Sold to the man in the leopard pajamas. What the leopard was doing in his pajamas, i don't know....
 
I have faith! But believe in no god.
I have clear vision! Even in the darkest times.
I am loved and I love! But have no friends.
I do the best I can! Even in adversity.
I am man! No matter what I will survive.


:rose:
 
We need a refreshment for this thread

It's sunny now, and the drainage is hopefully fixed. It may be a no-pumping day today :)
 
Today will be spent watching Walker, Texas Ranger and writing episodes for my attempt at creating Season Nine for this show. It is a good day.
And, if I'm really lucky...I'll get to write erotic fiction today too!
YAY!
 

What a lovely, lovely day!


I spent the day cruising The Bay in the company of a fellow I've known for more than 50 years. The weather was near-perfect at about 90° ( F., of course ) with about a 50% cloud cover and comparatively low humidity ( say 50% ). The breeze was light at about 7-8 knots out of the southeast. The temperature was hot enough to be comfortable but not too hot ( on the water ).


Departing the island's harbor, we passed my grandfather's farm ( his second home )— one of the island's most distinctive and well-known properties. This is where my father and his siblings spent the halcyon days of their childhoods. It's impossible to imagine a place that could be more of a paradise for a child in those days. It's where my father and his siblings learned to sail, ride, fish and hunt. My grandfather's various schooners were anchored in the harbor and his children's sailboats were close at hand.


Growing up, some— but nowhere near all— of my contemporaries were aware of my family's connection with the island even though my father had no direct contact following his marriage. He once drove me there and gave me a cursory tour of some of the places he haunted as a child. I remember that day clearly, despite being far too young to understand what I was seeing. Though I spent a brief amount of time on the island one summer when my aunt rented a house there, I was largely unfamiliar with the place until my early 30s when I began to cruise there on my own sailboat.


I spent a fair number of exceedingly pleasant nights aboard my boat anchored in the cove, the harbor or nearby. Only those familiar with tidewater, salt marshes, loblolly pine and the signature profile of low flat shoreline will ever be able to understand the emotional bond that scene provides a native.


The remainder of the day was spent exploring the tributaries of a single creek. Notwithstanding the fact that I've spent years in this area and was aware of the creek's existence, I'd never been there. I've seen it on the charts a hundred times and never had the time or inclination to head in there. I couldn't have been more surprised. In spite of the fact that it's no more than 7 miles from one of the country's major metropolitan areas, the scenery is indistinguishable from what you'd see in numerous other rivers that are at a greater remove from the city.


We drove by the creek on our way home. Driving an automobile to it or any of its tributaries does not do justice to an approach from the water. I'd never known how one would drive to the creek and I'd never been down any of those roads before. It's not the same but now I, at least, know how it's done.


One of the pleasures of passing up and down The Bay is observing the large commercial traffic on its way to and from the port city. I've seen thousands of large vessels before— including Nimitz-class carriers— but always from a distance. Two weeks ago, we went up to the port for a look-see and went over to have a look at the passenger ship facility. A ginormous vessel was tied up alongside the pier taking consumables aboard. Approaching from the stern, we motored alongside. She was The Sovereign Of The Seas— home port: Valletta ( Malta ). I have never seen anything on the water that close at hand and that fucking enormous in my life. I was speechless. I was stunned. The scale of the thing was utterly mind-boggling.


What at first appeared to be a 360° saucer-like bridge midships atop the vessel turned out to be some kind of entertainment venue- we never did figure out whether it was a disco or a casino or a restaurant. The vessel's slab sides rose what seemed hundreds of feet over our heads as we continued alongside— nothing but an immense white steel wall. After what seemed minutes, we finally arrived at the ship's bow. As I looked up at the damn thing I got dizzy. Because of the rake of the bow we were directly beneath the ship's prow, nothwithstanding the fact that it appeared to be hundreds of feet overhead.


I subsequently read that at the time of her 1988 launch by Royal Caribbean, Sovereign Of The Seas was the world's largest cruise ship. She is 880 feet long ( a U.S. Navy Nimitz-class carrier is 1,092 feet in length ), 105 feet in breadth and draws ~25 feet. She has capacity for 2,852 passengers and was recently sold by Royal Caribbean to another cruise ship line.


I don't think I'd enjoy sailing aboard her; it'd be like living in a floating hotel— why not just get a hotel room— what's the difference?





 
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I clocked in there for the very last time today, and was overjoyed when I got to clock out. :D

on to better things.
 
I noticed a whole new definition in the muscles in my arms today. I'm loving the body that my martial art is giving me: strong, muscular, yet still curvy and feminine. :)
 
THREAD TITLE -- "Say one positive thing..."

It rained off and on all day today. Normally, I would not look forward to that, since it would have prevented me from cycling my normal 20K every other day to try and stay fit and lose a little weight.

However, because of the rain, I spent most of the day (6 hours) in front of my computer typing. (Mr. Active Cardio here.) I have now completed another ten pages of my first story, and the first editing of those pages. That's the most typing and editing I've done on it at one time since I started it over a year ago. I got so into creating the story, I had a tear or two on my cheek ( if questioned, I'll deny it ! ). Ok, it just happened to be a tender part in the story. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.

Hope that is a positive enough statement for this thread.

Here is a small part of what I created today... enjoy...

** Nancy and Julie sat in the pickup truck, stopped at the light when Julie heard it. A chill went through her, then a shiver shaking her, goose bumps popping up covering her body. The siren got louder and then almost deafening as the ambulance stopped beside them at the red light, its brilliant strobe lights flashing... then proceeded across the intersection, and towards the hospital. The light turned green and they drove toward the hospital as well.

Nancy notice Julie shivering, and looked at her. Julie was crying, tears running down her cheeks. Nancy turned into a parking lot and stopped. She pulled two tissues from her purse and leaned over to wipe the tears from Julie’s cheek. Julie jumped, as if startled from a trance. Julie looked at Nancy and then Julie’s hand took hold of the tissues and wiped her face and eyes, sniffling, “Thank you,” whispered Julie.

“Do the sirens bother you dear?” asked Nancy very concerned now, knowing Julie was truly emotionally affected by both accidents. She may need some serious counseling to help her. Nancy slid over next to Julie and gave her a reassuring hug and a kiss on the cheek. “We’ll get this cast check over with and have a special little treat. Ok? A milkshake or maybe coffee and a drop of Baileys. How’s that sound?”

Julie barely heard her aunt. She was remembering now, for the first time, bits and pieces of her ride to the hospital in the ambulance, her first sight of Doogan, the paramedic who cared for her, looking down at her, so concerned about her well-being. The way he had tried to calm her down, talking gently to her, repeating the same remarks to help her overcome her fears, her terror, her thoughts of dying. She started to cry again, her body shaking.

“Julie, what is it. What’s got you so upset?” asked Nancy truly concerned and still holding her.

Julie came back to the present. “I’m sorry Aunt Nancy. The loud siren...,” sniffle, “...seeing the ambulance right next to us...,” sniffle, “...those flashing lights... seeing it going through the red lights... trying to get to the hospital to save someone... I just remembered part of my ride to the hospital and seeing Doogan, his face, so concerned...” She started crying again.

“Its ok Julie,” said Nancy, kissing her tenderly on the cheek. “Everything is going to be ok now. You are alive and recovering nicely. And you’re walking better with the crutches too.” Nancy leaned back and poked Julie in the arm, as she smiled, trying to lighten the moment.

Julie looked at her Aunt Nancy and then started to smile too. Sniffle. “Oh Aunt Nancy, I’m sorry, for being such trouble, I just can’t do anything right, She started to cry again.

“Julie, if you start crying again, I’m going to punch you so hard in the nose, you’ll need another good looking paramedic,” said Nancy trying to keep a stern voice and a very serious look on her face. “Now stop crying and lets get this cast check over with.” Suddenly, a smile spread across Nancy’s face, a single tear rolling down her cheek. She was terribly worried about her niece. She may have to stay longer than she planned. Julie started to smile. “I’m sorry Julie, I was just joking.” A smile spread across Julie’s face too. Both women felt much better by just smiling. **

..... Anyone need a tissue? (who said that)

Have a great day.
 
I an positive that the last two weeks has been the mildest August NorCal has seen in many years. Only two days above 96 degrees so far!

Maybe Climate Change isn't so bad?
 
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