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  • "oh, thankyou" I put the brewed and timed tea down quietly turning the cup handle

    "would you please see about getting tickets to the Van Cliburn compettion being held in Fort Worth Texas, I think its in the spring..?"

    The Wheat chex crunch just got turned up at " Would YOU Pleaseeeee" , so All I could admit to hearing was,

    " Wo se abot kets an clibburrns
    ein ort xas"

    After many years of living with women, I have excellent selective hearing, infinite patience and a sense of humor that borders on full deniability and at the same time, keeping my short and Mid term memory banks available for a bevy of tricks and options that might come my way. You know.. important stuff.

    (Come ON, you women, were the ones who have known how to do this Genetically, for What? like a Million years?")


    Now now now, of course I heard what she said and OBEYED immediatly, by stopping what I was doing and started playing the complete list of the Winners from the Van Cliburn competion , from the past 40 some-odd - years, as a ruse to assuage any thoughts about going into Debt, again..

    ( "there's a depression on" I could here myself for the billionth time , as I gently perused a new solar heating system online, with my own Man gurgles- grunts and clicks, ALA Tim Allen Home Improvement - gorilla sounds emanating naturally out of my gutteral desires, while a soft and expected re-snore ensued, not far away)

    Works everytime.



    She went back to sleep.. to the 1962 winner playing Beethoven.. It's the man himself!
    I forgot about some sunrise sex.. well , not completely.
    crunch crunch crunch.
    looked into my empty cup so see if there was any cat hair floating in it and thinking if , I should chance it...

    "Why bother, her tea is still full , so,
    " IIIIIIIII takes it", with a gollum sound and a hidden laughter inside, picturing me slapping a fish to smithereens, while I sing some ancient Tolkien song from the Two Towers movie.

    Its a gloriuos day to be here, even if the temp. is dropping with the promise of rain.....


    More , crunching sounds, while I catch a glance at well thumbed copy of JitterBug Perfume and wonder if All the secrets in there were true... are true, I mean.

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