the few minutes outside of time

every so often G. comes down the hallway between our dens, hugs me around the back of my "office chair" and waits until I finish the sentence I was reading. Then I get up, switch off the light and we drop to the floor -- nothing naughty usually happens (just laying down there together and feeling as if outside of time...) D.

Palm Beach, again...

got a chance to take one of those solo trips again...(there have been a couple I haven't mentioned on this blog; I just love the place! I go anytime I get a chance)

I think I know why I like it so much -- it's as close to Europe-by-the Sea as I've seen in the US

Delia

P.S. The schnitzel at Cafe L'Europe took me back to Austria... (It's been five years or so since I was in Vienna last time); the apple strudel was not quite an accurate rendition (the pastry needs to have more volume and be baked to a golden brown and walnuts and breadcrumbs are supposed to go into the filling also, not just the apples...) but it was good nonetheless; fresh squeezed OJ and linzer tart at the Champs-Elysees French bakery not bad either...

P.P.S. Taverna Opa at CityPlace (in West Palm Beach) had a Romanian song at one point (as part of a belly dancing soundtrack) -- the waiter had told me that was Greek music, but I set him straight :)... I didn't know what I was supposed to do when an older guy came over to my table and asked me why I was sitting all by myself and how I should go join his group at the bar and have a drink at his expense... Nope! thank you... (I was quite happy in my solitude) D.

our own book club of...one!

I figured all I needed to do is pick up the right book and we can start our own private "book club". I was pleasantly surprised that the local library actually went out and bought a copy of the book I had in mind, at my suggestion (thanks "Friends of the library!"): Einstein's mistakes (which is supposed to give a good idea of th state of physics today, as well as go over things Einstein didn't quite get right... according to what people believe today -- tomorrow might be a completely different story...)

Delia

P.S. anyways, I'm the only on that's reading the book (G's got other things to do...) D.

G: "*Su*port! *Su*port!"

(while he's propping up my private parts)

"We wouldn't want things to start sagging..." --> 'course, not! what would I do without him? D.

(biking) "You are falling behind, D..."

like I don't know... (he just doesn't get it that not everybody has his calves...)

Delia

P.S. got him beat hands down at swimming, though... (I can comfortably swim for about three hours straight) and there is no contest as to any of the winter sports (just would not put anything that looks like skies or skates on his feet -- afraid he would break some bones...) D.

one way to read the New York Times in a deserted Starbucks

facing G. and reading the backside of the page he was reading while I was holding it up and struggling not to explode in laughter when he would wink to the side of the page and make obscene gestures with his hands...

Delia

P.S. don't remember being "unattached" ever being this much fun... D.

I wanted to get mad at him but I couldn't...

I was in the kitchen, in my undies, trying to get a glass of milk when he poured water from the pitcher directly down my bare bum... (we have tile on the kitchen floor) and had the nerve to "innocently" ask me: "Are you, wet?".

Delia

P.S. we ended-up laughing like kids... D.

Red stilettos (G.: "Is that *all* you are going to be wearing?)

I'm usually ultra-comfortable but once in a while I'm tempted by a pair of illogical but sexy shoes, such as fire-engine-red stilettos... D.

we are not ready to join a book club

G., was going to give it a try this time: I wanted us to join a local book club and borrowed two copies (one for him and one for me) of the book they were going to discuss this Saturday -- not a bad one, I thought... somebody who had a lot of academic background in the topic had written "the true story" of one of the women in the Old Testament, as supposedly recounted by the character herself

I thought we were set to go but I figured I'd just ask G. if he thought he would enjoy the discussion of this first book... He told me that he was going to suggest the book club reads some real literature, like "The Lives of the Noble Greeks and Romans," real accounts by Plutarch... (which he was going to bring along to show them) and skip "made-up stories" such as the one they were reading...

Delia

P.S. well, I'm glad I asked :) because I realized we were NOT ready to join a book club! (not as a couple, not unless we started one of our own...) D.

Starbucks guy

calls me "my lady" and rushes over to get my green tea on the table... every single time! I have no idea how I should react -- I mean, you want to be nice to people but... I have no clue where this guy is coming from... D.

a knowing look and a smile from a bookstore owner

took a look at a non-chain local bookstore with G. and we figured we could get away with some private teasing... (for some odd reason libraries and bookstores turn me on -- may be the apparent seclusion) but... not so... --> the bookstore owner gave us a knowing look and a smile when we left (must have had a hidden camera somewhere)

Delia

P.S. the creepy thing is that he was a Craig Newmark look alike... (looks like they are all over the place) D.

two gays (must have been...) eyeing G.'s calves...

-- I can certainly see the point:)...-- and wispering disapointed: "must be his girlfriend..."

--> thank God I'm not anybody's girlfriend! bad position to be in ... especially for years and years... if the relationship is not marriage bound why bother having a relationship with that person in the first place? (might just as well enjoy your independence...). I don't understand the women who put up with it indefinitely...

Delia

P.S. I need to wear my wedding band more often ... the thing is... I love it! it's me more than any other piece of jewelry I've ever seen... it's got 9 good size encrusted rubies -- red is my color! all the way -- but the design is so unpretentious that it does not look at all flamboyant... I just take it off any time it might get damaged and then I forget to put it back on... D.

G:"I can't believe you are reading that crap..."

this was after I unexpectedly bonded with a guy in a restaurant over what is probably known as a guys' vicarious living series (A Palm Beach mystery series: The Archy McNally stories)

Delia

P.S. of course, I like the stuff for very different reasons (I love the always funny and astute social commentary and... the food! Sanders had been a chef -- a very good one I suspect -- , but, of course, I'm fully aware of Archy's long and constantly growing list of sexual exploits...)

P.P.S. ok, G. , I'll forget all about it after I'm done with the other 10 odd volumes that I haven't yet read:) (the Sanders family had a "ghost writer" continue the series after he passed away) D.

what's ok to do afterwards?

I, for one, need a nap (if everything went well). Of course, I've heard women complaining their male partners just roll over and start snoring... So I had to wonder if I was a female offender of this sort. But G. says no: "actually, it's pretty good feedback -- let's me know I did a good job" great... D.

it's not like he's not giving me choices...

MORE: things I find difficult to accept (and I really don't accept) -- that's why I'm saying I'm not taking this stuff seriously:

Mark Pesce (0. 46 time mark): " and then I said... well... this appears to be the case, it was confirmed to me internaly in a way I couldn't particularly argue with, I could not argue out of, it was simply a foundational fact"[my emphasis]--> really? I call this wishful thinking:)... and I can usually overcome it... D.

STILL MORE: what would I want them to show? well... just to back-up their claims: if intuition just tells them things... those things should be scientifically testable! mind creates reality? then... go ahead and create reality with your mind in a very palpable way! --> then we'd be seriously talking (not before...)... but there is no need for these ideas to be "true" (to have any actual bearing on reality), they are nonetheless interesting and entertaining... D.

EVEN MORE: up early... but not because of loud music (just couldn't sleep...) D.

MORE: what was I doing up late? listening to this (Mark Pesce turns out to be a much more interesting guy than that article would suggest... not that I agree with the stuff, just like I don't agree with McKeena on those things -- unless somebody shows, not just says... -- but it's certainly interesting...); alright I better go to bed now -- hopefully I get to sleep in tomorrow:) but I can't count on it... D.
...
G. :"Are you coming to bed, D., or do you want loud music to wake you up bright and early in the morning?"

I can't wink with my right eye

(never could - appearently it's in our DNA )

G. thinks it's hillarious when I try... (If I use this in the new-and-improved School of Athens, it's going to be an inside joke) D.

what to do about annoying mail...

G.'s taken to tearing-up unsolicited stuff we are sent (most of the time it doesn't even have our names on it, we didn't update our address with the post office, for instance -- believe it or not they sell your address to advertiers if you do that, now we are just "postal customers" --> what's wrong with these people?) placing it in the prepaid enclosed envelope and sending back some unwanted mail! give them a taste of their own obnoxiousness...

Delia

P.S. he actually has a big smile on his face when he's doing that...:) (at my suggestion he is going to put a smiley face on the stuff also...) D.

what do I like about Palm Beach...

MORE: done with the book... not bad but I was disappointed that although he praised his wife a lot, he ended-up giving her no formal credit (if the best writing and a lot of others things were really hers, why isn't she the co-author of the book?) D.

all that debauchery going on, especially at night... kidding, kidding:)... just the natural beauty, NOT the circus culture the place has apparently spawned (I'm half way through Ronald Kessler's book and it made me realize I NEED to tell people what I love about the place or I will be really misunderstood).

Delia

P.S. intellectually, the place could really use someone like Terrence McKeena... as to all that "culture" that's supposed to be going on... aside from the Opera, pretty much everything else sounds like meaningless fluff... D.

Thank God I'm not flat chested!

I took a spill! on a cement platform: it was dark and that step really shouldn't have been there... anyways, my boob provided very effective cushioning (didn't turn out to be anywhere as bad as I would have thought:I scraped my knee and my palm but that was it... the boob is fine, not a scratch; this must be a real hazard for those with "enhancements" -- would have probably required medical attention) D.

Moroccan food and belly dancing for New Year's?

why not?