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[CatrionaGrace]

My dear, you are young. I can only say if lovemaking is never dangerous, you haven't really gotten it on yet. And again, you are young, so showers and baths don't present quite the same frisson of high adventure sport to you that they do to the more elderly among us.

 

[Rigor Mortis]

Is it just me, or is this place getting weird?

(not a complaint, just an observation)

 

[Stuart Dren]

This is going to end with Homer accidentally starting a successful adult cooking show that loses its writing content over time due to audience capture, making it big in adult Hollywood, then becoming depressed in spite of his success while mired in fresh sparkly transactional friendships. Eventually though, if fiction is anything to go by, he'll come around to his senses.

My dear, you are young. I can only say if lovemaking is never dangerous, you haven't really gotten it on yet. And again, you are young, so showers and baths don't present quite the same frisson of high adventure sport to you that they do to the more elderly among us.

I have almost broken my neck in the most ordinary of intimate circumstances, and that's without many growth rings in my trunk.

Is it just me, or is this place getting weird?

(not a complaint, just an observation)

Homer's fault. But with that observation, probably a good idea to pivot topics.

I don't know if you watch Channel 5 (Youtube), but they did a cool video on Irish language revival that made me think of you.

 

[Rigor Mortis]

I don't know if you watch Channel 5 (Youtube), but they did a cool video on Irish language revival that made me think of you.

There's a couple of books I will get around to buying, Manchan Magan (RIP) has some very interesting titles. I will, too, check out this channel.

This is going to end with Homer accidentally starting a successful adult cooking show that loses its writing content over time due to audience capture, making it big in adult Hollywood, then becoming depressed in spite of his success while mired in fresh sparkly transactional friendships. Eventually though, if fiction is anything to go by, he'll come around to his senses.

I've got Sunny Afternoon by The Kinks running around my head. That's ok, it's a great song.

If we're auditioning for the cookery show, I recently sent my sister a version of our mother's brown bread recipe. I will be clothed, though.

 

[CatrionaGrace]

I have almost broken my neck in the most ordinary of intimate circumstances, and that's without many growth rings in my trunk.

It is good to know that adventure is available to even the most cautious. I only meant Rath, being young, has time to explore beyond, shall we say, safe sex. Sex in a shower could (quite literally) kill two birds with one bar of soap.

 

[Louanne Learning]

After my husband died, I gave his tablet to one of my nieces. There were photos and videos on it taken up to about 2021. Finally, today, we got those photos and videos onto my Google drive. Among the pics is the capture of my husband's and mine artistic (visual) expertise.

Remember those hermitage days of Covid? I was always finding ways of funnily passing our time, stuck in the house as we were. One day, I got large white Bristol boards and paints, and put a framed portrait of us on the dining room table, and we set about painting portraits of us.

What I remember mostly about that afternoon (March, 2020) is how we laughed non-stop.

Spoiler: My portrait of us

Spoiler: My husband's portrait of us

 

[CatrionaGrace]

Our covid experience was much different than for many people. At the time, out of six adults, my family included three first responders, one transit worker, and an ER tech. All of us went out into the world regularly, so didn't experience the same level of isolation others did. We treated our three households as one for purposes of childcare, homeschooling, and covering each other's shifts. When the college closed, I spent most of my time barefoot in the garden with a pile of zoology books redesigning and updating signage for the museum. We all got ill at some point, my husband was hospitalized for a while, but overall- best few months of this introvert's life.

 

[Louanne Learning]

my husband was hospitalized for a while

I'm so sorry to hear this. It was a scary time, but in hindsight our fear was more from just not knowing. Another of my nieces gave birth right in the middle of the terror, on April 10, 2020, and I remember the fear I felt for her at the time. They wouldn't even let the father into the room.

 

[Rigor Mortis]

I've got mixed feelings on that time, but there was some good stuff along with the shitty. Creating good memories that last forever is certainly part of it. That, and not expecting that all 50 crab apple saplings would take root and thrive.

 

[Louanne Learning]

Here's me getting ready to shovel snow in January, 2019 (yes, I am short)