December 8, 2001

      There's just something about your kid whispering an awed wow, when you tell him what year you were born in, that doesn't sit right.  And then the smarty pants says; "I'm sorry to hear that ... " and continues quickly as he hears my growl, with " ... you were born in August."  Uh huh.  Nice try kid.  Careful or you are off my Christmas list.  Birthday list as well matter of fact, since it's the same day.

     No matter.  i fully expect him married with children one day himself.  He'll find out.  That is of course, if he finds the little Asian girl of his dreams.  Yes, he's got a major attraction thing happening - we practically have to hold him down when cute little Asian girls go by.  my grandchildren will be gorgeous.

     So Himself wasn't too upset with me about yesterday's post.  Which i'm happy about, because it always a fine line between what's okay to write about and what might be invading His own sense of privacy.  i'm constantly aware of that.  In fact, the naked woman of the post a few days ago emailed me with an apology for making me uncomfortable.  Which made me instantly worried that i'd hurt her, which was not my intent.  As i explained to her, it was more an expression of who i am and how i handle myself, and the feeling of being inadequate - hmm ... maybe prude really is the better word cause i don't feel i'm "lacking" per se, just maybe more inhibited than i think i should be.  

     But then, maybe just accepting the range of my inhibition is more important than really trying to get over it.  Now i'm confusing myself.  

     i'm really glad she wrote though, as it gave a chance to explain things better and let her know that i really do think she's a lovely woman.  And the idea is now to get to know each other better, when we are not floating around in subspace - and i'm even allowed to keep my undies on!  

     i wonder if i should tell her about the fact that Himself doesn't allow me to wear underwear very often ....

    i have received a writing assignment from He-who-must-be-obeyed.  (Gads i get feisty after a good night's rest!)  Re: the following is an assignment:

     We went to the gallery last night.  i met Him there after work as i was only a few blocks away.  The way this particular event worked was a bit different however.  All the paintings/prints were hung up and numbered.  You were given a sheet with the list of numbers and painting name (and price) and allowed to walk around picking which you liked.  Then you lined up and waited your turn to see if the painting you wanted was still available or if someone else in the line before you had bought it. Understandably, being near the beginning of the line is of paramount importance.  

     i wish i'd realized this was how they were doing things because then i would have gone to the line the minute He found the painting we both liked, which was very early.  By the time we walked through once, and got into line, it was long gone.  But we found two more just as nice - in fact, probably more reflective of us than the first one.  

     While we were in the line, waiting for the first one, Himself suggested i go walk through again.  i did, taking more time to browse this time, and that's when i found the tiny piece that i liked.  i didn't really think He would like it though.  Once back in line and i mentioned all that, He decided to go have a look and much to my surprise did think it was nice and added it to our list.

Anne McCall - Veat d'automne

     Click the thumbnail to see a larger version.  Unfortunately the scanned image, while good, still doesn't show the real 'fire' that it has - but at least it shows a good idea of it.  In real life the colours are very rich and warm and there's an energy - almost as though you can feel the plants moving.

     So, now i stood in line and He went for another walk around.  That's when He found another piece by the same artist that did the very first piece we liked together.  (Getting confused yet?)  Nothing to do, but He sends me off to see it, and i come back.

     "What do you think?" He asks.

     "Umm.  It's a face."  In the back of my mind i'm thinking it's an expensive face.  Not a face lift price, but still more than a fancy dinner out. 

     i can tell He really likes it.  i concede that it certainly is interesting.  In the end, after it's been purchased, i go back and get a closer look, which i wasn't able to do before and that's when i start to see the brooding strength of it.  Yes, it's a face, but a very emotional one.  Almost possessing a neanderthal-like savageness to it.  And yet reflects a certain calmness.  i have a feeling it's going to be one of those pieces that i stand and stare at.  (i do that with some of the art around the house.)  

     Charlotte Fauteux - Masque d'Eau

     Once we were finished, we went out for a really nice dinner.  i wanted to go somewhere where it would be quiet and relaxed and a friend who was at the show recommended a place he liked.  It was perfect.  We shared a bocconcini and tomato salad, a dish of mussels, pasta, split a calorie rich dessert and a bottle of wine, found our way home and found our way into bed.  i think it was only about 9:30.  And we slept at least eight hours. 

     Perfect. 

                

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