Old note

I can hardly believe I once spent as much time on the computer notes as this old note indicates!
Saturday, June 26, 2004
June 26
Good morning boys, was that the Chattanooga Cho Cho? ...........

Nope! Just another fairly large boat with the exhausts of the two V8 engines opened being piloted wide open out the cove with only the operator aboard. Typically, the operator is a fifty eight to sixty seven year old male, mostly bald guy, with a good tanned sheen to his upper body. The only exceptions being the underside of the large paunch lying on his lap, the undersides of his breasts and the areas they cover. Of course in his hand he has his can of Budweiser hormone booster and a blue Viagra pill in his key holder. When his best estimation puts him about forty five minutes from his week-end home he will slug the pill down with his seventh or eighth beer of the trip.

There at his week-end home his 42 year old second wife of seven years awaits him. An un-natural blonde with a very dark full tanned body scantily covered by a very tiny bikini. A really spectacular body if viewed from a distance but a closer view would reveal many age clues as well as a huge lack of sparkle in her been there eyes. A closer inspection would show several almost invisible scars that seem to come in pairs. Like scars here on her face, like scars there on her face, like scars under each of her generous breasts and a few other almost invisible scars tucked into several places on her body.

She is standing on the upper deck, being watchful for the appearance of her husband, as she tells the guy on the phone how much she misses him and how much she despises week-ends. As she sees her husband make the turn toward the dock she quickly says into the phone, "I'd better go now but I'll talk to you later. I love you. Bye." She then hurries toward the dock with a large semi-fake smile across her heavily made up face. She arrives at the dock just in time to help dock the boat and then with a little effort manages to welcome her husband back home with a tiny kiss on the cheek as he disembarks the boat onto the dock.

After the boat is haphazardly but safely stowed on the lift he staggers up toward the house while she dutifully follows asking if he would like something to eat. He responds with, "all I want is a double shot and you!"

With the drink they sit on the sofa where he quickly gulps it and proceeds to drunkenly lay a mouthy lots of tongue but short lived kiss to her more than natural full lips. During the kiss his hands begin roaming the curves of her voluptuous body. After only the one short sloppy kiss he begins to slip his head face down into her lap. In less than a minute the first little snore is emitted. After the third huge snore she carefully slides out and makes her way back to the balcony and to the cordless phone laying there.

Gees! I got carried away! I was only going to say how so many of the, getting old guys, throw so much money into attempts to pump some feelings of the youth past, back into their lives. Maybe trying for things that they would have liked to have done many years ago. Things that their younger dutiful and make a living laborious life had left no time to explore at the time. Guys creating problems for themselves as well as others as they try to wreak a little happiness out of the sadness of their new older wonder what I missed world that had been slipping up on them for several years. The time they are finally forced to admit to themselves they are caught in.

I just re-read this and believe that is about what I said but with quite a few more words than was necessary.

As I re-read this I also thought of a picture of a herd of Indian ponies raising a huge cloud of dust as they gallop across the plains............................Writer-less! Nothing on the backs of any of them. The whole scene and message, not a writer at all.