Skip to main content

Saturday Evening Post

Once again it is Saturday. It is also the last day of the month so I am reflecting on the month that I have had.

I realized what I have known all along that the one "friend" I had when I moved here has never listened and continues not to. She used to be reliable, now she's just giving lip service. 

 I realized that a man I have known  for less than a year knows me far better than people I have known for decades. He knows me so well in fact he knows what I am going to do before I do it; even before I figure out what I am going to do.

 I discovered an intense physical attraction to a man that I have known for years. One that I have been denying for a long time. Am I in love? I don't know, but he is hot. I cannot deny that physically he is ideal. I have no idea about the rest.

 We are alone here and I have goals to make us self sufficient. Men are hitting on me, and so far none of them are doing anything other than saying inappropriate things. Well, a few are appropriate but I am not actively looking. 

 I prefer to let things happen as they were intended to happen. 

 Until next time I will continue this route of self discovery. 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

C is for Calm

It's been so long that I'm not sure what it is anymore but I think I'm beginning to find calm. It is the feeling that allows you to find contentment in the smallest things. It does not have to be something major, it can be something as simple as a gentle breeze. There are a number of things that have a calming effect; I look forward to being able to do them. What are they? I'll tell you in no particular order. Walking on the beach. Drinking a beer by a bonfire. Sitting in front of a fireplace. Reading a book. Spending time alone just thinking or writing just to write. Calm is a nice feeling, and one that has been missed the last few years. Slowly it is returning that is why C is for calm.
8 comments
Read more

Flash in the Pan Playing Along Still

The pages were bent and ragged from years of use, covers worn out from hands rubbing over them. There were bowls everywhere, the oven was still hot. She tasted it again, something wasn’t right. It was sweet, tangy but not right. What was missing? She scanned the room again to see. Onions maybe? No, but what could it be? She hit her head on the cabinet. A pepper that was it!
4 comments
Read more