the husband is home

Just for a week. It always makes me nervous as I don't know what he is going to be like. Keep me in your thoughts.

having a crown done

Just came from the dentist. The best dentist ever. But very conservative Christian. I try not to say or do anything out of line. But today feeling the devil I chuckled at the sight of the dental dam. Thinking of the presentation of one of those things before oral. That by the way had never happened to me. The chair asked what I was laughing at. I was um the dental dam.

Before that I stopped a the local coffee shop. The place everyone hangs.
As I sat there who should walk in but a local book  store owner.  we are friends on Facebook. Without even thinking I said hi. Forgetting I had butt messaged him a weird smile face. I didn't know till he messaged a lol back. I was very embarrassed. But made light of it in a return message. I have a very revealing shirt on today.  but had a black lace cami, that I thought was up far enough not to reveal my breasts. It had slipped down.
I didn't notice till I was at the market. He must have thought i was trolling....Lol.
But he was very nice and we talked about the fall opera season. His run for school board. Maybe he didn't see them.

as I shaved my under arms.....

I could only think , feel fear, shame. Long before I cheated the husband would ridicule me about anything I did to groom and look like a normal person " who you fucking!" he would shout as I got dressed to go to town. No one, I would cry but not even feel the tears running down my face. As though they were a normal part of it.

It has been so hot here today's high being 82. In order to be comfortable I need to wear sleeveless.

A few months ago while sitting in the hot tub with him he noticed the hair. He said"why don't you ever shave". I responded that I didn't want to be accused of anything.
 I think he felt something, but i really don't care anymore.

I wish the knee jerk reaction I have when I go about my day to things he says will go away.     soon

Nothing moved me past wanting him....

In  the long dark nights of winter I woke early and went into my studio to meditate, do yoga. Hours would pass and the emptiness remained in my soul. It paralleled the the cold outside my door -54.

Then one day I dropped to the floor and listened to my body as it led me through pose after pose. I began to feel the qui running through my body reminding me that I had not died, I just needed to climb out of the cave I was in for so long. The hurt and disfigurement of my physiological and spiritual being was coming alive. I could sing, dance, paint, it was all coming back.

And so was were my thoughts of him. I can only be grateful. how else would all this have come about.

My sexual jouney began......

After many mishaps with the truck driver, and my silly love/craving/infatuation for him, I decided to on line. Not that I had not researched the hell out of fucking, ways to fuck, cheating, how not to get caught, you get the picture. My degree being related to research, and having to know everything before jumping in, not wanting any surprises.

He had promised so much, "I am going tie you up", I am going to eat you till you beg me to stop". All things I had never done or imagined before. I didn't even know where to start. My first inclination was to send "vibrations" to the universe and it would send me the perfect lover to satisfy my needs.

Then while visiting a site I found on google doccool.com, I was invited to a chat sight. There I found comfort and camaraderie. I also heard that ashleymaddison.com could be the place. So I ventured their and created a profile.
                                                                             

another sunny day in the heart of darkness.......

The new espresso maker has decided to not work. The effort to try and make it work causing me to miss the conversation with the neighbour who stops in every Sunday to gather gossip before church. As if anything really goes on here. His wife who is now deceased, one of the "queens" , a group of women over the age 50 who meet weekly. There main goal is to talk about members who are not present, and those who are "new comers". I being a "new comer" was never welcome here. They made my life a living hell in the beginning. After a while I realized they where the catalyst to do the things I have always wanted, and be brave enough to not conform.

Because the area is made up of mostly Republicans, Sarah Palin loving (gag) Republicans I was accussed of bringing new Ideas here. In fact my first visit to the local church was very sereal. I was happy to be in a small church as my home town of Wasilla was so large. As I went to sit in the pews, the three women in front of me turned around and said, "leave you are not welcome".  I was so stunded I meekly said "goodmorning so glad to meet you" As the sermon went on the minister shouted " ther are new people moving in and they have new ideas! They will change our town and ways, we can not let this happen!" I sighed and thought " who are these fuckers?" He then pointed in the direction of my house. I was stuned. The last thing on my mind was to change anything. I moved here because Wasilla was way too big.
I had many run ins with the church, and the back stabbing of my community before I realized I was better off without them. And I sort of had a mission to bring those "new ideas" to our community. It has been said by many a great man that if we speak up and in truth those who have not the words will gain the strenth to open up and move forward.

I have come a long way since then.

“Few will have the greatness to bend history itself, but each of us can work to change a small portion of events. It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring those ripples build a current which can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.” ― Robert F. Kennedy

Need a fishing day.....

FFF happy Friday, a little late

My husband would not know a good marriage if it bound him, gaged him, and fucked him up the asshole.

Not a good reason for dragging his butt out on an ice flow, or dropping him in a cravase. At least I get a two week break when he goes to work.

I have never had to suspect him of cheating , he openly admitted it shortly after we were married he said it would be so easy to cheat, " I will just say I am at work, and be in town" he said. It hurt and I was always uneasy about our relatoinship.

Then one day as I was leaving for town a strnge woman walked through the front door.   

"Hello " she said with a cheeky smile. "It's R-----'s birthday and I am here to celebrate with him!"
I was quite taken aback , I could not confront the situation as I had to leave fot town. I offered my hand and said "hello I am his wife " I called to the kitchen, and anounced the guests, and to his utter surrprise he did not know what to say . His face turned red. He looked at me stammering, I said "have a great time, so nice of you to drive all the way to do this for him".
In a way I felt relieved. And it tickled me to catch him red handed. He had the best alibi ever. "I met her on the plane, said it was my birthday and how I owned this lodge. How was I to know she would drive 300 miles. Anyway they just wanted to get out of town". Really? At least he could have told when I would be gone. Oh, he never said he was married.

Really, is it that hard to get it right......after all , I do it all the time ;-)  

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it was few and far between......

so good to see you, have been missing your smile, feeling me wrapped around your cock, squeezing, cumming on you, tasting you, but always wanting naked, the touch of your skin. i am so selfish, need you, and so comforted by just a little bit.

namaste

The texts where mainly me, occasionally he would write, but only things like,  can i fuck your wet pussy?, will you be home, alone?

The times we spent so short, the time it takes to drop off , and leave.

I never knew if we would touch, it was sporadic.

The first time mid winter we agreed to meet. He arrived late, and said he could not stay as he promised. I asked if he had changed his mind, he sain no. I lit the candles leading to the cabin in ice luminaries, candles in the cabin. but all for not. I asked for only a minuet, he agreed , I joyfully lead him to the rustic log cabin, I lustily pulled my yoga top off to expose my breasts, he said w yous husband must love those, I replied he never touches me, his sad face mad me reply quickly it doesn't hurt me anymore. He started to undress, , I stopped him...I said you are my Christmas, ...and he was...let me unwrap you.  His lean body was shaking, although the cabin was warm. I unbuckled him and drew his his cock into my breasts as I sucked the tip. We slid up on the bed, he said " I need to eat your pussy, I could not hold still it felt so good. He went limp as I put the condom on. After that it was hard to get it back. I tried talking about his most erotic time, he said he didn't want me to think badly of him, my opinoin mattered? I told him to tell me, he said at a party once on a bet he took a man from behind, the man was gay, he is was not. He also talked about fucking a highschool teacher at her desk...she wanted it, she kissed my neck and sat on herndesk, spread her legs, not wearing anything under she slid me in , I fucked and she loved it. If it didn!t make him hard it titalated me to hear it. We went inside, trying again in front of the fire. We talked a little, chit chat. And then he had to go.

It was very sad. I had struggled so hard not to want him, and then this. My body awake for the first time in so long, even waking at night in twisted up orgasms dreaming of him.
Then I got on the inter net...I would find someone, someone I cared nothing for, just to take the sting away, the longing that made me cry, whimper.

Just having that this could be over feeling

It was just a gift that the universe sent me. Something for a short time only. And it did save me. I was spiritually so near death I could barely breath.
Then one day he crossed the line between just someone who delivers stuff here.
It was late fall and we had decided to buy a hot tub. It was expensive and was an assent to the business.
After making the delivery just as he had done so many times before , he paused and said "What do you have going in there " . A hot tub, I said. Flippant I said you are welcome to use it any time. He said he would but could not be a gentleman. What dose that even mean.... he said he could not keep his hands to himself. Lol how silly and cute.

He then asked if the husband was leaving for work. His hands shaking. I thought to myself so glad that isn't me , I am in control. I said yes in a few days. Not thinking much of the encounter. I went through my life as nothing ever happened.
As far as I was concerned nothing had. Men flirt all the  time.

After all such a misstep  would be out of the question. Too close to home. And...he  was a truck driver.

One day I found myself cleaning and making the house cozy. The fire place was all ready to start. I heard the Jake brake on his truck as he pulled in. The wine was stacked. As he turned to go he said if you have a good relationship I will not go any further. I looked at him ....said no.

He then went  on to say how much he had wanted me . How his cock was so hard miles away knowing he was coming. How he wanted to lay me on the bar eat my pussy, and fuck me.

I was amazed. I turned to light the fire as I rose he softly kissed the Nape of my neck turned me  into him and kissed me deeply. I had never been kissed that way before ever.

As he turned to go I asked him to kiss me again. He did then took my hand down to his pants I could feel how hard , how big he was. His dick was wet and warm. He unzipped slid it out. I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth....

TMI my answers

1. I am verbal, a smart ass when I need to be, I stand up for those who have no voice. Iam a strong support to allow them to speak in their own truth. I am sensual, and Love raw sexuality.

2. I have Pandora, which means I have about 25 stations. I love opera, folk, jazz, bluegrass, country, new age, Luminaries,  Mumford and sons, if someone suggests it I will li I will try mm it.

3. My eyes today are a mundane blue, but when I am aroused they become a deep blue with a gold, brown center.

4. No

5. my personality. ...hmmm let's just say eclectic for now.

6. Iam fun to be with, and easy going....till you piss me off.

7. I am clever.



I am would be 48, I think am in between really fun, and old age.

Conversation with husband....always the same, that never happened , where do you get this stuff.....I have more connection with a stranger I hardly know in a hotel room. Feel save treasured, reassured, safe. I need out of this nightmare.

travel to town for food....

Got a great offer for fun, but the long drive  of 160 miles one way kind of wipes me out. Back home with food to keep us going for a while.  All I really need is nurturing,  the kind that comes in soft caresses,  kisses, and a good hard fuck..... it will have to wait

Good morning.....

Bright sunny day here, the Mountain is out in it's full glory. Ahh ready to start my my day with a few rude guests, I drop a knife on the floor, will a man come in today, as the old folk lore says. That would be so nice, where shall we go this time, a replay of the green house, a romp in the kitchen, ahhh his Delicious taste, it the wing back chair of the sitting room....

Unfaithful. ........

un·faith·ful   (n-fthfl)adj.1. Not adhering to promises, obligations, or allegiances; disloyal. See Synonyms at faithless.2.a. Not true or constant to one's sexual partner.b. Not true to one's spouse; guilty of adultery.3. Not justly representing or reflecting the original; inaccurate.4. Obsolete Deficient in or lacking religious faith; unbelieving.

Can't it mean more than that?
 How about this.... to be unfaithful to self. To not seek out truth, and to live  in a lie. To be someone because of a situation. Those things we say and do , that take us by surprise. As if our soul is talking , using my voice , from my soul. The truth slipping out, how can that be unfaithful,  when it is so real.

the old flame....

Not really I was just a booty call back in the eighties. I was never good enough for anything more. He came from wealth. Old money. I was just a young lodge rat at the time, working my way through school.

I would get a call about dinner time when he got home from work or skiing "hey can you come over, help make dinner, watch a movie". It was always OK with me, I needed the company and the food. School and work were a lonely time for me. We had a closeness in those dark winter nights. Sex so sweet, rough, sweaty. Falling nto a deep sleep after.

We would sometimes go into the mountains to stay at his grandfathers cabin, homestead. LOL, the only man to fuck me in the snow. I have always felt that if the sex was hot, and the temperature of the longing warm, the sting of the cold snow, the pain, would be soooo sweet. Like coming out of the sauna, and a roll in the snow.

He disappeared from my life as he became more political, dating to advance himself.
Then one night there as a phone call, "hey, just needed to talk, do you have some time, please hear me out" he said. He spent the next hour talking about how he thought he loved her, how he chased her for how she dressed, how she was connected. Finely coming to a place where he could say he was sorry, he ad treated me that way. You see she left him, he was too rough around the edges for her. He felt it hard, and felt He hurt more.

The years have passed since then. We see each other at meetings when I have to speak. But little Else. The bank, the store. He always makes a point to say hello, to ask how I have been.

It was a surprise to see him today. I saw the large frame at the door, pause, walk away, then in a few minutes come back to open it and walk in. He was up to talk to his constituents. Saw I was open. We chatted, the connection was still there. I talked about my art, my business, some things I had een doing. He shred some about the meetings he had been in. As he looked at my art, he said " You have really come into your own". Then as he went to go, he hugged me, not just the side hug.  But full on, so deep and hard that when I said "thank you for all you do for our commities. I could not bearly speak.


And then he wa gone.

we are the lucky ones.....

If we stay away from their facebook pages, not google them to see the happy lives they lead without us in them. The pretty wife, the happy kids, dog, cat, lovely house.
We don't have o endure the empty looks from the spouse. The work it takes to maintain the image of happiness.

My weekends are spent with friends, music, art, play.

 They are a deep part of me , don't get that wrong. Some are just sex. We talk, share, play. They can never take me  to that tangled up place in Tantra. Where souls meet outside the body to play. where I sigh from deep with in me. We catch that glimpse of freedom. The eternity.

rain on the roof....

Only makes me want someone next to by the fire. Want to to end this resslessness. The mountain is not visible, neither is this life here, the blend between real and unseen.

Well I will give this try, FFFvirgin that Iam

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Flash Fiction - July 19 -  so I hope everything works.THE LINK THINGY ISN'T WORKING - PLEASE ADD YOUR LINK TO THE COMMENTS!! Word Length - 444 (completely ignored this week, sorry!)Required Word/Phrase - Ingénue (pronounced an-zhuh-noo)Forbidden Words - Mirror, Pasta, Doggie, Tutu25 bonus words - Share an experience that happend at a performanceExtra Credit - Explain where her mother is (25 extra words)


At the pretalk he stood confident, sharing the history, tidbits of what we were about to experience. "Macbeth is an opera in 4 acts, by Gessepi Verdi' ...he began. As his long dissertation continued my mind drifted to the Car ride into Anchorage. My friend a professor of music going on and on about the history, politics blah blah blah ...all of the parts he would leave out. For this audience only wanted to hear the basics. His fingers glided across the keyboard, I could only think about his past , musical director of Hair, Jesus Christ Super Star. Those must have been wild times. Looking for a  twinkle in his eye as he glanced my way. I was sitting cross legged on the all too crowed room. My short tartan catching his eye, this was called the   "Scottish Play" by those who knew it.

The curtain rose, Sigh, it was staged beautifully, a raked stage, the lighting giving the appearance of three dimensionality.  Very moving music, warming, sensuous in fact. As the act drew to a close I waited for the ushers to open the doors that lead to the mezzanine. I hate these times, as I am alone, most of my friends back stage for this one. But needed to move around I go passing empty faces.
The lights flash, the end of intermission. As I back to the door, there he is, standing alone ease dropping conversations, audience reaction. He turns to go to the entrance to the back  stage door. Seeing me he winks, motions me to follow. My heart skips a beat.

As we walk through the dimly light passage and stair way I feel his hand stop me, turn me to face him...."shall I continue'  he said in his thick Irish accent. I sigh a yes as I feel his hand undoing my bra.  slipping my blouse up tenderly at first kissing my nipples, then teeth, a squeeze, I sequel, he covers my mouth. His hand goes up under my kilt from the outside of my leg, then to my crotch, pulling my pantie aside his      fingers enter me, feeling am wet he pulls them down, first bringing his hands to his face smelling and tasting me. He unzips, bends me over the star railing, slips into me......Feel his breath on my neck, he whispers....my ingenue......my Innocent one.

The opera all too soon ends. I head to the stage door to meet my friends for the after party. There he sees me from across the room. My friend asks "would you to meet the mistro'' She sees him wink from across the room, she looks at me, "you devil!"

Fuck I hate premonition....

The house was dark the other day, that usually means something. The next day the phone rang"are you the lodge my bother was staying at, there has been an accident , he is dead."

Yesterday the mirror in the guest bathroom was laying in the sink below unbroken from the fall.The nail was out. It had been drilled deep in the stud. As I replaced it it gave me chills as I recalled the many times this had happened.

The dreams I never minded so much. They started shortly after we moved here. I remember fondly the warmth and wetness I awoke with. I dreamed a comfort I had not felt in so long. As I went  through my longs days enduring the husband's mean, the bitter cold of the first eight months in this retched place, It just comforted me this dream. Then in Early spring the phone rang. It was to be my first of many lovers. The kind that save your soul.

I hate watching .....

As he pases slowly as if to say hello,  but checking to see if I am here, if husband is here. I wounder what he thinks, I hope it is I miss her, wantto be deep in her.


The weeks have passsed from that  short honk. It has been weeks. The last time he came by he had a delivery for me. I was laid up with a herniated disk. As he came in to get the key. He stopped at the door, paused. I in so much pain, I could only say "can I pinch you?" Arg , so unlike me to be so vulnerable . He said yes, and I walked to him pinched his tummy oh so lightly, and rolled into his arms. Thank you I whispered, he chuckled. I whispered"I hurt my back" He replayed" how did you do that" His body ridged, and his voice asking as if I I had been in a threesome. I said "In my garden" I felt him sigh as his tall frame enveloped me, relaxing , comforting me. He then brought the delivery in, put it away. By this time I was stretched over the back of the couch, my staff had arrived and was in the kitchen making pies. It hurt so bad I was weeping, and sucking a pacifier so I would not suck my mouth and touge.

As he stood at the bar filling out his paper work he looked over at me, then said" I have something for you to suck"  He looked at me while he stroked his cock. Looking to make sure the staff was out of sight and ear shot, he said "it is getting hot in here" His face flushed. I replied This is fucked up! I would rather be sucking you! He came close so I could sign, not touching me. "I  want my tears to be of Ecstasy for you.... not pain.....he we both looked at each other with a silly smirk and grin, pain can be fun too, he said. We both laughed.

We have this funny secret. Then is no texting, no calls, no sweet nothings, just sex. At random.  But yet it is the most passiononet, deep expiriance of my life.

did he cum.....

Talking with a friend the other day, she mentioned he anioance with the man she was dating. He can't cum, she said. he would not stop bothering me, morning' noon and night!I then starting thinking about a friend who complains of not being about  not being able to with a condom. then it struck me.... had my lover cum last weekend? we fucked for almost 4 hours, there was no extra wetness, no sweet taste to him after as i went down on him. How could this be? anyone out there have an answer?

Phone sex

You will find in time that I am very complicated.

I met him on POF. Just wanted a hiking/ski buddy. He was looking for more. Mostly just to talk......from his desk at lunch from his car on the way home.

It's been fun for both of us. My voice makes him hard. I didn't know at first he was doing it. But the change in his breathing gave me a clue. What harm could it do? I said "mind if I touch myself as you talk. Your voice is making me wet."
He responded with " let me hear you cum".

ahhhhhh.......fish on.....

But not big enough for breakfast. I started fly fishing after I found that waters colors, and photograph's of the creek he loved so well were not filling the hunger I had for him. He lights up as he describes the majestic beauty of the creek, stillness that cleanse you, the excitement of luring the fish, placement of the fly.

Long winter nights reading books

He would email just to say happy holidays, talk about his family. I would try to lure him into ice fishing "nope catch and release is all I do". I would send photos of the creek, where he kissed me. And my trips kayaking.

Yes this is all I have to quench the need for his soft lips, gentle touch.......so be it.

It has been so hot....

Last year there was only one day of sun. It feels like a never ending summer. day after day, heat no rain. The smoke from nearby fires chokes the air. The only reprieve is that there are not so many travelers to see the mountain. It is like a vacation.

"I love the feel of your cum running down my legs"

As the tickle of my corset ties glanced the back of my legs,  I turned sharply. There he was his boyish face blushed with red as he did up his trousers. I could hear him sigh softly, his eyes lingering over my disheveled nakedness.... my breasts.

He was reluctant at first. he said he had other delivers and had to get back. I guess I knew because he never answered my texts. But he never does. He said " the the dog thinks I am going to be his lunch" I replied " I was hoping I would be your breakfast."  He blushed , we laughed. I signed. Then he came behind the bar for a touch... it was obvious he had never unhooked a real corset. I helped him. His cock was getting bigger in his pants, his breathing grew deep and heavy. I took his hands and  lead him to the back, he undid his zipper, I hungrily took him in my mouth, I love the taste of him. Thinking this was all He said " I need to be in you"  I bent over putting my hands on he floor as he slid in me. It never lasts very long, but somehow is so comforting, and sweet. "Thank you ! Thank you! Thank you!" I said turned to go get dressed. Feeling his warm cum drip from me I knew I would not wash him from me. Letting his/our smeĺl warm me the rest of my day.

We call it duty sex......

What was I so concerned for, three strokes and he was out. Feeling as though he had won and "we" were all better. Like he had left his sent on me before leaving for work. I can't wait to wash him off my skin. He must know surely that this is not all there is to it.

Everyday a little death.......

From the parlor to the hall, from work and back again.  The evil stare you give or take, the unconscious pushing self down farther to get away. Is it food? Is it sex? Do you concur when you should speak up?

Day after day year after year....till you have built this picture of what is supose to be. The happy, loving marriage , church on sunday, work on Monday.  Professional family, well respected.  The words  you speak are well groomed, promises kept.

My dishes were done, the socks were folded in the draws, the children happy, well fed clean. but yet you left for something i could never feel ......never see.

Now here I am on the other side . Is this what you sought out ?

the kiss

I had only noticed that some men have a differnt way about them, something deep, soulful. Never knowing what it could be.......till now.
They sat at the bar having drinks, or in front of the fire at the end of fishing trips. Talking mostly about family, how much they loved and respected their wives. How God was important to them. This one summer 5 years ago was the only deviation from routine. He had brought two old friends from high school out to fish the creek. After fishing/drinking they decided to come up for a drink. The company was welcome, the sweet boyish interaction of long time friends was hard not to eavesdrop on. As the night drew on I was added to the group. A type of brother feeling. We wounder around, me ending up with a glass of wine. in mist of joking and laughing,  he took my hand, gladly I followed my brother to the creek. Asking "is there a fish" "have the lights come out". So smoothly he glided me into his chest his lips so softly rested on mine. I thought " this will pass just a drunken mistake, maybe he is lonely for his wife", then he held me. It was so soft and sweet I let it linger. He took my hand and we went back to the group, as if it were just a dream.

And time passed. each year they came to fish, uneventfully. Unless you read between the lines. The feeling so dense.

The truck drivers foot prints

It was a cold harsh night, even the warmth of the fire could not take the bitter ice mean from his words. "Get round , close up " he bullied. As I kicked away the stone holding the entry door open I saw his foot print in the snow. My bare foot gingerly stepped in.....taking comfort from what ever energy may be left there. The knowing he was here this day . His gentle voice only saying "sign here. And other days just talking of his family , the weather. His presence bore a Man of strength . I wore the warmth of his words through my life as a cloak. "What are you doing I heard husband shout". It felt as though he knew.

i want you to eat my pussy, there at the end of the bar.....

Where i sign for deliveries, for you every time you come in, and for me, where my husband has his breakfast and lunch. it will make me smile at him. at least there Will be a reason. i have never been one to be vindictive or cruel. but who is it that doles out bad karma for those who deserve it? Is it happenstance.

the connection

i hear it said so many times.......no text today, no email, he/she texted today......this what he/she said. trying to fill in the blanks with what we want.. but there can be this connection, this silver thread. an awareness we often overlook. being in the right place, as the universe assists us, somehow guides us. nothing seems to happen here with out this deep connection. nothing contrived.......it just is. don't you get annoyed by the phase "it is what it is". somehow feels what is, is something less.
i like this connection, that even in my sleep i feel him, i awake wet and satisfied

shall I start from the beginning interspersed with what happens now ?

cup of coffee , a sit by the fireplace, empty interaction with husband, my soul just wants music today but what? I grab a CD from the counter of  a band who dropped it off for my review. They want to play here. as walk to the big room just to watch the creek flow by, see if their are any new birds, fish. my soul seems to  want me close to to the the creek. i stroll outside. seeing that the lawn needs mowed . the creek has dropped a foot , the flower boxes are filling in.........i turn to go and there is your truck, you honk, i wave.