Personal advertisement

Wanted:

Womanmate.

Prerequisites:

A frequent smile, a vigorous yet thoughtful sense of humor.

A beacon of positive energy in an aggressively bleak world.

Readiness, willingness, and ability to adventure wildly.

Readiness, willingness, and ability to fluctuate to and from domesticity and nomadism, as wild adventures deem prudent.

True Compassion for creatures and idea(l)s large and small.

A grasp on, and a downright enthusiasm for, one’s Blessings: living situation, food security, family members, friendships, sunshine, fresh air, snow, bodies of water, uncertainties, dancing, animals, touch, taste, smell, ideas, music, the human body, sex, love, etc.

Offer:

The initiating party (D.S. Clark) is offering a “relationship-at-will” arrangement. That is, either party can terminate the relationship at any time, with or without cause, with or without notice.

Strange Days, Indeed

I'm laying on the Jamaica Plain couch. I've been here all week. It is raining outside, was that thunder? Yep. There is a big black purring kitten on my chest who keeps fuckin' up my computering. Computing? Interwebbing.
Yesterday I went to ride on a ferris wheel at the Topsfield Fair. I was by myself. They put me in a basket with a grandpa with a ponytail and leather jacket and a grandson with short blond hair, a redsox shirt, and funny loose/missing/crooked/little kid teeth. Both were afraid of heights, but I wasn't sure if either of them were feigning it to fool the other. It was pointed out that we were in basket #13. I wasn't afraid.
I had a strong sense of the sheer absurdity of life on that ferris wheel.