....so I'm just going to finish my decaf and go to bed.? I was hoping for more from Fifficus, and an answer from Brittany about how she came up with her list of "creeps," but no such luck. ¿ So, after struggling for 3 hours with a small tale I'm trying to write--spending 5000 words to work out the details of a story that won't be more than 3,000 words [I must be mad...] I'm off to slumber land. ¿Hope all of you are well and having a great evening. And may tomorrow bring all of us tons of sunshine--even if the actual weather sucks. ¿ ¿ Squirrelly
....so I'm just going to finish my decaf and go to bed.? I was hoping for more from Fifficus, and an answer from Brittany about how she came up with her list of "creeps," but no such luck. ¿ So, after struggling for 3 hours with a small tale I'm trying to write--spending 5000 words to work out the details of a story that won't be more than 3,000 words [I must be mad...] I'm off to slumber land. ¿Hope all of you are well and having a great evening. And may tomorrow bring all of us tons of sunshine--even if the actual weather sucks. ¿ ¿ Squirrelly
...and being a superwoman, she quickly sent the Cashmere coat flasher into oblivion--sent him flying into a primordial black hole in space.¿ Then she picked Mr. Lost up in her arms as though he were a baby, flew right through the broken wooden doors of the elevator and out of the old, dilapidated building they were in up to the balcony of a nearby, vacant,¿luxurious penthouse.¿ Using her supernatural powers, she unlocked the French doors of the spacious, well-appointed living room and¿set the nearly unconscious Mr. Lost down on¿one of the¿plush twin¿sofas.¿ Just as Mr. Lost was about to expire, she got free of her clothes and made tender love to him.¿ When his moment of¿unity¿with the infinite began,¿in mere seconds he became wholly human and alive and himself again.¿ Finding himself returned to the fully human realm because of the beautiful creature on top of him, he begged her stay and be his love forever.¿ But, like all superhumans, her destiny was to move on to her next preordained challenge, and, so, she¿ refused him.¿ He begged her to reconsider, but she told him it was not in her power to change her own destiny.¿ "This 18-room penthouse is mine," he said with desperation straining his voice.¿ "If you stay, it's all yours."¿ With a¿flick of her wrist she commanded her clothing to return to her body.¿ Dressed now in billowing waves of silk and satin, she blew him a kiss he could feel¿pressing softly against¿his lips as she¿drifted slowly through the open French doors and disappeared into the night.¿ Saddened beyond measure, the former Mr. Lost collapsed to his knees on the balcony, bemoaning his wretched fate.¿ Loneliness had driven him to the state his angel had rescued him from and now she had abandoned him.¿ Surely, now, he would be unable to avoid returning to the safety--and misery--of the elevator.....¿¿Just as he thought he could bear his pain no longer, his¿cell phone rang.¿ He intended to ignore it, but there it was, lying on the balcony floor right in front of him.¿¿Certain his angel must have placed it there, and thinking it must be her on the other end, he answered it.¿ A vaguely familiar-sounding, women's¿voice,¿caressingly sweet to his ear, told him she'd been trying to get in touch with him for weeks and had almost given up.¿ She was Gloria, the woman¿their mutual friend had told him about eight months ago; the one their friend had wanted to introduce him to.¿ She was supposed to call him six months ago, but her transfer from the West Coast to the East Coast had been delayed.¿ Perhaps he was still interested; perhaps they could meet for coffee or a drink somewhere..... ¿ Far away, out in the ether somewhere, the superwoman watched the former Mr. Lost get up off his knees as he talked with Gloria and they made a date to meet the following afternoon at his favorite bistro.¿ "There now," the superwoman said to herself, "Another mission completed.¿ And now I'm out of here before this excursion into salvaging yet another lost soul turns into¿enough schmaltz to drown even The Creator¿Himself..."¿ ¿
...and being a superwoman, she quickly sent the Cashmere coat flasher into oblivion--sent him flying into a primordial black hole in space.¿ Then she picked Mr. Lost up in her arms as though he were a baby, flew right through the broken wooden doors of the elevator and out of the old, dilapidated building they were in up to the balcony of a nearby, vacant,¿luxurious penthouse.¿ Using her supernatural powers, she unlocked the French doors of the spacious, well-appointed living room and¿set the nearly unconscious Mr. Lost down on¿one of the¿plush twin¿sofas.¿ Just as Mr. Lost was about to expire, she got free of her clothes and made tender love to him.¿ When his moment of¿unity¿with the infinite began,¿in mere seconds he became wholly human and alive and himself again.¿ Finding himself returned to the fully human realm because of the beautiful creature on top of him, he begged her stay and be his love forever.¿ But, like all superhumans, her destiny was to move on to her next preordained challenge, and, so, she¿ refused him.¿ He begged her to reconsider, but she told him it was not in her power to change her own destiny.¿ "This 18-room penthouse is mine," he said with desperation straining his voice.¿ "If you stay, it's all yours."¿ With a¿flick of her wrist she commanded her clothing to return to her body.¿ Dressed now in billowing waves of silk and satin, she blew him a kiss he could feel¿pressing softly against¿his lips as she¿drifted slowly through the open French doors and disappeared into the night.¿ Saddened beyond measure, the former Mr. Lost collapsed to his knees on the balcony, bemoaning his wretched fate.¿ Loneliness had driven him to the state his angel had rescued him from and now she had abandoned him.¿ Surely, now, he would be unable to avoid returning to the safety--and misery--of the elevator.....¿¿Just as he thought he could bear his pain no longer, his¿cell phone rang.¿ He intended to ignore it, but there it was, lying on the balcony floor right in front of him.¿¿Certain his angel must have placed it there, and thinking it must be her on the other end, he answered it.¿ A vaguely familiar-sounding, women's¿voice,¿caressingly sweet to his ear, told him she'd been trying to get in touch with him for weeks and had almost given up.¿ She was Gloria, the woman¿their mutual friend had told him about eight months ago; the one their friend had wanted to introduce him to.¿ She was supposed to call him six months ago, but her transfer from the West Coast to the East Coast had been delayed.¿ Perhaps he was still interested; perhaps they could meet for coffee or a drink somewhere..... ¿ Far away, out in the ether somewhere, the superwoman watched the former Mr. Lost get up off his knees as he talked with Gloria and they made a date to meet the following afternoon at his favorite bistro.¿ "There now," the superwoman said to herself, "Another mission completed.¿ And now I'm out of here before this excursion into salvaging yet another lost soul turns into¿enough schmaltz to drown even The Creator¿Himself..."¿ ¿
Hey, did you notice the question marks are [were??] gone again?¿ We'll see long it lasts... I surely know what you mean about the snow and ice.¿ The first year I lived up here with my late boyfriend, at one point we had well over 3 feet of snow on the ground.¿ Good snow, not the frozen-over many times from daytime melts and nighttime freezes.¿ The 3 acre front yard--an acre and a half actually belonged to a neighbor and wasn't a yard but a small pine forest...¿ In that forest¿a large herd of whitetail deer "yarded" up for much of the winter.¿ My boyfriend and I played in the snow often and had a grand time.¿ These last couple of years, though, it's been nothing but the frozen-over with ice many times kind of snow.¿ And last winter it was often well below zero during a fair portion of the daylight hours.¿ These aging bones just don't do so well in that kind of weather any longer. ¿ Which brings me back to the business of writing a blog together--and it brings me back to the inside of that very strange elevator with the almost invisible man where it's a lot warmer.¿ I couldn't tell if he was naked because I couldn't see anything of him except fleeting glimpses out of the corner of my eye.¿ He was shorter than me, though, which makes him very short for a man.¿ For purposes of this blog, he probably WAS naked.¿ Oh, and I forgot to mention that at one point, the malfunctioning elevator door, or rather half of it, opened up half way--sideways, so that instead of sliding into the wall, it slid half way into the elevator itself and crowded the invisible man and me up against the other wall.¿ This door, by the way was a good 6 inches thick and made of wood!!!¿¿ When¿it opened, there was another man waiting to get on the elevator.¿ He Was quite obese, about 5'6" and wearing a very expensive-looking cashmere overcoat.¿ When he saw the nearly invisible man and I were in the elevator, he smiled and walked out of sight. ¿ So come to think of it, the nearly-invisible man was definitely naked.¿ But he wasn't my type at all, I'm sure of that. ¿ Well, as you can see Sophia, I'm trapped in this elevator and can't get out!!!!¿ Any suggestions? ¿ Squirrelly¿
Hey, did you notice the question marks are [were??] gone again?¿ We'll see long it lasts... I surely know what you mean about the snow and ice.¿ The first year I lived up here with my late boyfriend, at one point we had well over 3 feet of snow on the ground.¿ Good snow, not the frozen-over many times from daytime melts and nighttime freezes.¿ The 3 acre front yard--an acre and a half actually belonged to a neighbor and wasn't a yard but a small pine forest...¿ In that forest¿a large herd of whitetail deer "yarded" up for much of the winter.¿ My boyfriend and I played in the snow often and had a grand time.¿ These last couple of years, though, it's been nothing but the frozen-over with ice many times kind of snow.¿ And last winter it was often well below zero during a fair portion of the daylight hours.¿ These aging bones just don't do so well in that kind of weather any longer. ¿ Which brings me back to the business of writing a blog together--and it brings me back to the inside of that very strange elevator with the almost invisible man where it's a lot warmer.¿ I couldn't tell if he was naked because I couldn't see anything of him except fleeting glimpses out of the corner of my eye.¿ He was shorter than me, though, which makes him very short for a man.¿ For purposes of this blog, he probably WAS naked.¿ Oh, and I forgot to mention that at one point, the malfunctioning elevator door, or rather half of it, opened up half way--sideways, so that instead of sliding into the wall, it slid half way into the elevator itself and crowded the invisible man and me up against the other wall.¿ This door, by the way was a good 6 inches thick and made of wood!!!¿¿ When¿it opened, there was another man waiting to get on the elevator.¿ He Was quite obese, about 5'6" and wearing a very expensive-looking cashmere overcoat.¿ When he saw the nearly invisible man and I were in the elevator, he smiled and walked out of sight. ¿ So come to think of it, the nearly-invisible man was definitely naked.¿ But he wasn't my type at all, I'm sure of that. ¿ Well, as you can see Sophia, I'm trapped in this elevator and can't get out!!!!¿ Any suggestions? ¿ Squirrelly¿
Oh, it's tempting, Sophia......Truly tempting.....but I do so love being in the mountains.¿ I can walk out my front door and be in a forest that goes on for thousands of acres in 5 minutes...And the forest does for me what a sunny beach does for most other people.¿ Consequently, I'll have to pass.¿ Although the idea of writing blogs together is very tempting.......Too bad I didn't read your post until late this afternoon.¿ If I'd read it before I went to sleep last night I'm sure I wouldn't have had that awful dream about being trapped in an elevator with a faulty wooden door and no buttons on the wall.¿ Someone had removed them!!!!¿ And there was a more or less invisible man in the elevator with me.¿ Hmmmmm.¿ How Freudian.¿ Auf Wiedersehen und gute Nacht...f¿r jetzt.¿
Oh, it's tempting, Sophia......Truly tempting.....but I do so love being in the mountains.¿ I can walk out my front door and be in a forest that goes on for thousands of acres in 5 minutes...And the forest does for me what a sunny beach does for most other people.¿ Consequently, I'll have to pass.¿ Although the idea of writing blogs together is very tempting.......Too bad I didn't read your post until late this afternoon.¿ If I'd read it before I went to sleep last night I'm sure I wouldn't have had that awful dream about being trapped in an elevator with a faulty wooden door and no buttons on the wall.¿ Someone had removed them!!!!¿ And there was a more or less invisible man in the elevator with me.¿ Hmmmmm.¿ How Freudian.¿ Auf Wiedersehen und gute Nacht...f¿r jetzt.¿
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