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Feeling much better (which means unfortunately appetite is back.) I made a pot of chili with bisquits on the side--so good! Yesterday was a mellow day all around. Leaves on the hardwood trees are all technicolor now, the weather dry and perfect.
I spoke to the people who bought the 90 acres of land adjacent to mine that has been cut over. They are going to clear the land for pasture and keep a couple of horses and a few long horn steers on it, a hobby farm. Good. Somebody could've come in and put a trailer park or hog farm or something equally awful on it.
Then in town, a man made a pass at me--ME with the wrinkles and walking sticks. For some reason, men think a woman living alone needs "IT" craves "IT" and think they're doing you a favor for offering to come over and give "IT" to you. No sweetie, I'm not that desperate for "IT" to say sure come on over and we'll get it on. Who knows where that thing's been.
So I'm an old prude--I think people should be circumspect--men should keep their pants zipped, and women keep their drawers up. Our society has become focused on what's between the legs instead of what's between the ears. That's not to say I don't miss the touch of a hand, a kiss on the neck, and intimacy. But not with every Tom Dick or Harry.
Somewhere across the oceans of time my soul mate and I passed like ships in the night and I never found him. Ergo, I am alone and shall always be.
susil
