odds and ends of stuff and things
Apr. 18th, 2002 08:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jdmkleinA quiet night at home. A lazy day. Somehow the coffe pot disappeared. Master and i looked all over the kitchen for it. Have no clue where it could have gone. i know it was on the coffee maker yesterday morning when i left for work. Maybe the cleaning woman accidently broke it, maybe she did some creative putting away. If she had broken it, i would have thought she'd have set it out for me to see. Maybe she is trying to get a replacement, nice trick if it can be done. Of course, on the other hand, it could have sprouted legs and walked off.
Because i couldn't find the pot, i didn't get my morning coffee fix. Because i didn't get the caffiene in time, i got a headache. Because of the headache, i took a nap, for 3 hours. i guess i can kiss sleep goodbye tonight.
We didn't go to the desert today as planned. It was just too windy. Would not be fun eating grit and getting sunburned AND sand blasted. J called to say she wouldn't be able to make it because of the dust affecting her allergies. K was up for it, but said she understood if we didn't. A was sad, he had planned to talk with Master about wiring an FM antenna, insulation and some other thing, i forget what. We are going to try again tomorrow. Master has got it all planned out for shade. We may just go out for a trial run no matter what the weather.
i've been working on a pain piece. i can't get it to say what i want it to say. How dumb is that? i feel it, but i can't explain it. The words are in my head, i can't make them come out. i am easily distracted tonight and don't understand that either. i am not able to focus on what i'm trying to do.
My mind is like an open book
Whose pages flutter in the breeze
flipping from one chapter in a life
to another
no rhyme, no reason, nothing new
Nothing old
My life is like an open book.
Today, i just want to tell You all the things i love about You.
1) i love Your smile. When You smile it makes Your whole face light up. Your eyes get that devilish twinkle in them and egad! Man, that turns me on. i like Your beard. It sets off Your lips and the rest of Your mouth so nicely. i like Your beard best when it's neatly trimmed, You really do clean up nice, but even at the end of the week, when You don't have to look pretty for all the others, i still like Your beard.
2) i love the touch of Your hands on my skin. i've noticed that lately You've been using a lot of Cornhusker's lotion on them. i want to believe that is to keep them smooth and soft for me. But even if it isn't, i still love the touch of Your hands on my skin.
3) i love to touch You too. It doesn't have to be sexual. i like the thought of being able to reach out almost anytime iI want and feel another living being next to me. Unless of course, it's a Thursday morning, in which case if i reach out to touch You after about 7:00, i'll be touching where You were, not where You are, because You get up so golldurned early. The best thing is when You come back to bed after You've talked to all Your other women, and i get You all to myself. i really love that.
4) Your sense of humor is another thing iI love about You. i know i've told You this many many times, but i can't tell You enough. i lived with a man for 16 years who never once laughed at the same things I enjoyed. He never once played the silly kinds of word games we play together. He just didn't understand how to do it. And he would become upset and angry if my kids and i got off on one of those sillies, or if my sister and i got going. When You understand where i'm going and pick up and carry on with me, it brings such joy to my heart. i know many people would think we were weird, if they could hear the way we talk to each other, but i don't care. So there.
5) Speaking of talking. i love that we talk. i don't always love what we talk about. Sometimes You drive me crazy when You want to talk about things i have no interest in. i try to follow along, because i'm afraid if You think im not listening we will begin not to talk to each other. And i don't want that to ever happen. Some day ask me what iI dislike about the fact that we talk. i'll tell You, but not until You ask.
6) i love Your thoughtfulness. You think i don't notice the things You do around the house for me. Believe me, i do. i don't mention it always, because i know You like to point them out to me. And that's ok, too. But even when You don't tell me, iI recognize the things You've done, and i always appreciate it.
7) i love the romantic in You. Don't get this wrong. There is no one who could ever accuse You of being a 'girlie man'. But You are a tender hearted soul. You know what little touches make a woman's heart flutter. The fact that You like to have candles around, is an example. That You put on the potpourri pot without being asked. The flowers You bring. You don't do it every week, or even every month, and that's ok. That shows me that when You do bring them it is because You have made a special effort. It isn't an habitual action that You do. i love that You tell me You love me. Even without being provoked into saying it. i love that the first thing in the morning when You wake up, You tell me that. It makes my day off to a great start. i love that You are tender with me. Your concern for my well-being is another thing that touches my heart.
Because i couldn't find the pot, i didn't get my morning coffee fix. Because i didn't get the caffiene in time, i got a headache. Because of the headache, i took a nap, for 3 hours. i guess i can kiss sleep goodbye tonight.
We didn't go to the desert today as planned. It was just too windy. Would not be fun eating grit and getting sunburned AND sand blasted. J called to say she wouldn't be able to make it because of the dust affecting her allergies. K was up for it, but said she understood if we didn't. A was sad, he had planned to talk with Master about wiring an FM antenna, insulation and some other thing, i forget what. We are going to try again tomorrow. Master has got it all planned out for shade. We may just go out for a trial run no matter what the weather.
i've been working on a pain piece. i can't get it to say what i want it to say. How dumb is that? i feel it, but i can't explain it. The words are in my head, i can't make them come out. i am easily distracted tonight and don't understand that either. i am not able to focus on what i'm trying to do.
My mind is like an open book
Whose pages flutter in the breeze
flipping from one chapter in a life
to another
no rhyme, no reason, nothing new
Nothing old
My life is like an open book.
Today, i just want to tell You all the things i love about You.
1) i love Your smile. When You smile it makes Your whole face light up. Your eyes get that devilish twinkle in them and egad! Man, that turns me on. i like Your beard. It sets off Your lips and the rest of Your mouth so nicely. i like Your beard best when it's neatly trimmed, You really do clean up nice, but even at the end of the week, when You don't have to look pretty for all the others, i still like Your beard.
2) i love the touch of Your hands on my skin. i've noticed that lately You've been using a lot of Cornhusker's lotion on them. i want to believe that is to keep them smooth and soft for me. But even if it isn't, i still love the touch of Your hands on my skin.
3) i love to touch You too. It doesn't have to be sexual. i like the thought of being able to reach out almost anytime iI want and feel another living being next to me. Unless of course, it's a Thursday morning, in which case if i reach out to touch You after about 7:00, i'll be touching where You were, not where You are, because You get up so golldurned early. The best thing is when You come back to bed after You've talked to all Your other women, and i get You all to myself. i really love that.
4) Your sense of humor is another thing iI love about You. i know i've told You this many many times, but i can't tell You enough. i lived with a man for 16 years who never once laughed at the same things I enjoyed. He never once played the silly kinds of word games we play together. He just didn't understand how to do it. And he would become upset and angry if my kids and i got off on one of those sillies, or if my sister and i got going. When You understand where i'm going and pick up and carry on with me, it brings such joy to my heart. i know many people would think we were weird, if they could hear the way we talk to each other, but i don't care. So there.
5) Speaking of talking. i love that we talk. i don't always love what we talk about. Sometimes You drive me crazy when You want to talk about things i have no interest in. i try to follow along, because i'm afraid if You think im not listening we will begin not to talk to each other. And i don't want that to ever happen. Some day ask me what iI dislike about the fact that we talk. i'll tell You, but not until You ask.
6) i love Your thoughtfulness. You think i don't notice the things You do around the house for me. Believe me, i do. i don't mention it always, because i know You like to point them out to me. And that's ok, too. But even when You don't tell me, iI recognize the things You've done, and i always appreciate it.
7) i love the romantic in You. Don't get this wrong. There is no one who could ever accuse You of being a 'girlie man'. But You are a tender hearted soul. You know what little touches make a woman's heart flutter. The fact that You like to have candles around, is an example. That You put on the potpourri pot without being asked. The flowers You bring. You don't do it every week, or even every month, and that's ok. That shows me that when You do bring them it is because You have made a special effort. It isn't an habitual action that You do. i love that You tell me You love me. Even without being provoked into saying it. i love that the first thing in the morning when You wake up, You tell me that. It makes my day off to a great start. i love that You are tender with me. Your concern for my well-being is another thing that touches my heart.
