Too much time

Too much time? Too much coffee?

Is this a guy thing...or is it just a sensible reaction?

In the the discussion the subject of cleanliness arose. Number one son mentions that he changes towels, about once a week. Mom is aghast. Son, you wipe your tush with that towel. Not until I have washed it, Mom. My view is the same as #1 son. There isn't a maid coming behind me picking up all these wet towels, washing them, folding them or putting them away. Just how many towels does it take to dry a clean body and a flowing head of hair? Aren't you already on the road to dirty as soon as you step on the floor after exiting the shower? And if the dirty towel argument is to  be logically pursued, how often do you change sheets???

An awful lot of water goes over the dam and down the drain simply to fulfill this unsustainable argument. 

When I joined the Navy I was given two kinds of towels and a face cloth. Some knew the purpose for each, but many of us were totally at sea. The natural reaction to this unknown was to logically think it out and react accordingly. Every item we owned was to be perfectly clean, folded perfectly square and stowed properly for daily inspection. If you don't use it, you don't need to constantly try for that unattainable uniform perfection on a daily basis. Thus one towel until the laundry is done. We most certainly did not concern ourselves with the flowing locks dilemma...it didn't exist.

So, Mom, worry about your daughters and their pile of wet fabric that trails behind them as they merrily wind there way to their rooms scattering water and dampness all over the beautiful hardwood floors on the way beauty, style and the American dream...who is cleaning this mess? Just sayin'

A meandering post

Sitting here on the lanai, fan blowing, temp around 85 degrees with zero ambition. The cat is sprawled near my feet, exhibiting no more thoughts of moving than I have. Just another day here in the sunshine state.

Yesterday I successfully reinstated my Skype account, but I have no idea how many of you are also on there...please let me know. I also discovered that some of my e-mails were not getting delivered. No ideas on that one, but this post is sort of a general one to let all of you know I'm still here.

My "palace" is nearly done. Sure, there are a few things left to complete, but there always will be. Main thing I am living in a home that is something only I conjured up. A lot of paper, pencils and erasers have gone to heaven because of this design/redesign/gut/rebuild/etc. May they rest in "piece." No miss-print, just some droll  (sick) humor! The previous posts have shown before and after shots as well as some exterior landscape photos...so no more for now.

Nothing I do seems to follow a game plan so I am now, finally, getting  to a point where things that were "down the road" may be considered. As usual I will start off with travel. My thinking right now is that I may get to take one trip this year. And' if that does happen, it will most likely be to visit my daughter. No, I haven't told her yet, but since there are no tickets paid for I will talk and plan a lot prior to getting on the plane. Besides my Cats' co-owner needs to return before I can go jetting off. Got that Dorothy?

Soon it will too quiet here...the last import will be returning to Canada. My old friend that lives somewhere near the North Pole tells me that Toronto is actually nearer to Ohio than Boston is and further south than Boston...then why does the entire Provence empty in November...if it is truly so far south? Of course my "pal" lives somewhere near Baffin Island...and he wants me to come visit. Which day is summer up there Fred? 

Since I first visited here, about a year ago at least four of us "out-of-towners" have purchased permanent places here. It speaks to the people here, as most of us are not sun worshipers, but we do share a kinship for warm friendly people and a quiet (mostly) lifestyle. Perhaps the difference is that no one here has an air-conditioned garage to come home to. Every other place that I have been  (in Florida) people live an air-conditioned life, to the point where there have been neighbors that, while dwelling right beside them, I never saw...let alone spoke to. Sad. 

Time to bring this to  a close. Final question; anyone out there have a clue as to where I can find Aleksandr Rodchenko prints?

...ciao!