  FIX-A-FLAT IS AMAZING! Where does the day go, friends? I worked from home today. It was nice and no distractions. This afternoon, I decided to drive to the bank and post office. I discovered that my left front tire was completely flat.
Sigh.... I drove the truck, deposited my paycheck, got some cash, mailed Jeff's broken martini glasses back to Mikasa. The postal worker insisted on marking them fragile even though I told her they were broken. I had to hand it to her for her dedication to her work and what she thought was best. X came by this afternoon. The current boy e-mailed him today to say that he was moving out.
It's been coming for awhile. It's no surprise. They were going to talk this evening. Y is not a bad person. He's had certain life experiences and has chosen one way to deal with them and isn't open to any other ideas on the matter. Y deserves love, but he has to rearrange the insides and make room for it.
Meanwhile, back at the cattle ranch, X was a little bit suprised at how the news didn't upset him as much as he thought. From what he said, it sounds as if it is dawning on him how much time and energy he put into this relationship. It is sort of like drawing with your eyes closed. You think you've drawn an exceptional horse and look up and you're in Pennsylvania. Please keep them both in your thoughts. I hope they can part amicably and maintain a friendship.
However, that may not be the right thing for the moment. I'm officially adding urlLink Belle De Jour to my links. She's way too interesting. Today's entry was especially interesting. She sort of reminds me of Tess Turbo from the "Bloom County" comic strip from the '80's. I'm also adding another blog to the links by a guy from a writer in London.
The blog is urlLink Not Enough Drew In The World. Who knows? I may even send Belle or Drew a message one of these days. I e-mailed my friend, Scott, in Eugene, Oregon. I was responding to a message from October 30th. However, you have to understand that Scott and I write long messages back to each other.
His daughter, Sioban (named after Bananarama member, Siobhan Fahey), is beginning to exhibit "diva behavior. " Scott and I share a mutual love for our hacked Apex DVD players and Bananarama. We're waiting with baited breathe for the new single/album to become available in February. I haven't listened to the new urlLink Kylie Minogue album in several weeks. I wonder if she can feel that all the way across the ocean. I wonder if she is worried.
Is the fear so great, that she puts on a hooded cloak and goes to light the candles and incense at her altar. She chants and I begin to move toward the "Body Language" CD, but at the last minute, I choose "Shoot From The Hip" by urlLink Sophie Ellis-Bextor . I read a little bit more of "Auntie Mame" last night. It is really straying a great deal from the plot of the play. However, considering that the play was based upon the book, I suppose that is not a valid complaint. Although I cannot complain.
I'm enjoying the book. I also see what a brilliant job they writers did adapting the play from the book. It was very well done. Buddy slept most of the day. She appeared in the kitchen while I was washing dishes in hopes that chicken would magically appear in he bowl. She went outside briefly.
She was unmoved by the vacuum cleaner today from which she generally runs as if it were a cat-eating beast. While Jeff was on the computer this evening, I sat down to read a chapter in my "Quest For Meaning" book. All of sudden her paw hit me straight in the head. She has developed this little system for letting us know when she is in mood to be petted. I was not amused. Princess got over it quickly and was soon asleep by my side.
The Fix-A-Flat really did a nice job on my tire. It filled it back up and it rides great. I'm afraid to ask what is inside of that can. I'm surprised no one has tried to sell it as a "penis enlarging" system. Last night I read a story about the architect, Sir Christopher Wren. He visited a work site and the laborers did not know who he was.
He asked the first laborer what he was doing and the man said, "I'm earning a shilling a day. " He asked a second laborer what he was doing and the man replied, "I'm working on a wall. " Sir Christpher asked a third laborer what he was doing and the man replied, "I'm helping Sir Christopher Wren build the greatest cathedral in the world. " That story really hit home for me. I often times live in a very small world. I have decided to expand my view of the world.
Joan was discussing what men find attractive on her blog, urlLink Conversations With A Woman . It reminded me of a discussion I had with my neighbors, Tony and Thom, a week ago. We were coming back from a Cuban dinner in Virginia Highlands and the topic of young girls in low-cut jeans and mid-riff tops and navel piercings. You do see a lot of young women that are ten or twenty pounds overweight dressing like this. Yes, these styles of clothing to tend to accentuate the extra flesh overflowing over the jeans. Who cares?
If they are comfortable dressing that way, let them. It's a free country. Express yourself! Who says that someone has the right to censor our comfort or personal sense of style because we may not match their personal idea of beauty, sexy or aesthetically pleasing to the eye. The same thing goes for overweight men in Speedo bikini swimsuits and thongs. If they feel comfortable, who am I to take away the right to feel the sun, wind and/or sea on their skin.
They are not there to titillate me. However, I may worry about their health as a result of their eating habits, diet, amount of exercise, etc., but I don't think I have a right to say what someone can or cannot wear. Thom did make a point to say that sometimes people don't know how they look in particular article of clothing. Live and learn. Okay kids... I'm heading to bed. 
