We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
It's a wonder anyone still flirts w me. Unam wearing white linen camp shirt, khaki skirt, battered brown dansko clogs, a ponytail to my waist, no makeup,a Timex, and family heirloom ring on left hand conservatively insured for 45,000. Only appealing to children and animals. Coworkers consider me Mom, Mother Confessor, never a babe!
Kids and I just enjoyed a trashy but entertaining flick called "Underworld" about a simply stunning female vampire who strides around in leather and Matrix-esque swinging coats/capes in a cosmic battle between werewolves and vampires...Ridiculous plot and visually stunning. Gorgeous women, cute guys. Kid musing "Mom, do you think if someone stretched me a foot and half, I might look as good as she does???"
But that Alessandra Ferri is who I want to dance and look like if I ever get to Heaven...
Meanwhile, hours trying to get the new Vista Dell computer set up....AAAARGH. In a fit of temporary insanity I ordered one for the kids as they send homework back and forth to school, use PUblisher, edit literary stuff for kids at school, have cross platform problems with my Macs (and I won;t pollute the Macs with Windows, which I loathe...) Husband is gnashing his teeth as he can't remember password set five years ago by ISP provider. But will he call provider and ask for a new one??? Worse than asking for direcitons....
I think that right now if I donned leather he would wave me away and say "don't bother me, it's all your fault I can't remember it..." And the children would laugh at me. Certain things are "young people's clothes" in their eyes, and they only approve of me in "Mama" clothes....
I would love one of those Matrix long leather coats that the heroine wears as she goes into that lobby and blasts it to smithereens with Neo...Maybe the kids wont object if I rent one for Halloween??
90% of it is between the ears. Crocs, stilleto heels, flannel nightshirts ..... all window dressing.
Talk to me so that when I'm away from you the gentle breeze on my temple will remind me of you, that the rustle of leaves in the fall remind me of you, that what we say is the way we are, then loves intercourse could never be far;
So stilleto heels or crocs that soothe, it's really the thoughts that make us groove ..... all night long.