Geez, Sauce? How is it possible to have a Christmas without a woman in your life?

[And the internal dialog goes: But wait! I just got out of a relationship that (still-needs-must-be-described-here) was with someone who was trying to become the round peg in my triangular hole. She was �trying to be a mom to DaBoy� but clearly didn�t like children, and no matter how hard she wanted/hoped/attempted such, it was TRYING. There's a difference between an easy-going-zen-like-just-being and fighting to accomplish something. That is a hard lesson and worse, folks can tell that you are trying-too-hard. Trying/not being. Beyond that, the kidlet has a mother (what's left of her.) She was wonderful, but then sucked really hard at the end�now she is kinda broken and won�t get repaired�um, anytime in the coming few decades, prolly�(go back a bit in the diary�she had a stroke.) As his mom--she is fully-irreplacable. All he can hope is that any future female in my life becomes a great friend and maybe even loves him. More is NOT required or even, possibly, sane.

So, I regale them with, "don�cha think it would be smart of me to wait a decade or two or just get incredibly/unbelievably-lucky or whatever?" The silence gets pretty funny. Some folks cannot imagine life without a relationship. They should read a few of the journals on this site. That-ah�d cure der asses of That THOUGHT. Thus it is hard to imagine starting a fresh dalliance/alliance wid a dame any time soon. That WILL put a damper on my (two-person-party-game-flavor) sex life�but shit. I don�t need or want to go through the wringer for the nonce.

I got a couple of emails today calling me ageist in regard to the person who offered up visitation and is not quite yet allowed to vote.

Um. Look. I�ll take the label if you want. This is not 1860. I admit that strange things happen. Peeps who are nearly a full generation apart DO fall in love. But why would they (never having met) try to do such? I know that Strom Thurmond married a kid when he was like�frigging eighty or something. But that guy deserves various awards�including the let his ass out in South Central/Roxbury/Harlem/Zimbabwe badge. The odds of a May/December romance working out are minimal�and again�other than going on the circuit and trying to become a championship-driven sport-phuckerman�why would one bother?

Boy/Girl cohabitation is incredible�when it is working right. But I�d love someone who got just-a-few-of-my sophomoric riffs. Ageist. I�ll take the label. If I had an amazing friendship with someone and fell head over ass in love--and had it returned in spades-�I�d be able to wait until they became of age, highly doubtful prospect�but worth it should such happen.

Enough on that.

Weather? My pop (Southern Vermont) reports 4 inches an hour and more than three feet expected in 8 hours�which says Blizzard to me (with apology to those former Silicon Synapse folks up the road. I think the weather owned your IP before you did Starcraft. Grin.) I miss shoveling my car out at 5:30 in the morning to go to work.

Wait! No I don�t. I miss the five seasons�as SoVerySoCal doesn�t even have two proper ones.

But it certainly would be swell to hear a blizzard again. There are two possible sounds. An amazing hush as the heavy snow comes down and blankets sound/light, et al; or a wonderfully whooshy wind noise that has the almost-sound of little crystallized water bits striking everything in sight. Both are sounds that you can�t get at any other time.

--LetItSnowSauce