I decided it is too dam hot! With all the people who come in to use the bathroom because the State is having budget issues and closed all the roadside rest areas, as well as the detour because of the fire. I wanted to just do something nice.
So, free fresh made lemon aid, ice tea, and lemon zest sugar cookies.
It really surprised people, and made them feel special.
That's what I love about Alaska, people give a fuck.
"Thank you" in a delicious french accent.
As I poured his coffee.
But it was sooo sexy. it reminded of the end of good fucks I have had in the way to distance past.
Why yes please do....
Flirty guests are the great. Especially with sweet Virginia accents. It does my libido good to feel a man's eyes on ass.
Feeling better takes more than green shakes and long walks.
Why does a basically homeless couple with a child who applied to work here have to make extremely rude comments about everything from my knitting projects, to my painting, to anything I do.
The woman had a two year year old. Almost three, she had to have the husband make all her meals, change baby's diapers, and do her work for her.
She whined and refused to answer people because she felt it was beneath her, because she had a master's degree. We're talking simple shit here, like tell us about alaska. Being she lived in nome I would think this would be easy.
She was so Deming to me on a daily basis.
She was breastfeeding and had both tits out as she was still nursing her un vaccinated baby like her was a newborn, all the time! He screamed and cried in a pitch so high it sounded like a dolphin. Running and riding his bike in the restaurant.
She left him fall off chairs, and be outside in a parking lot with fast moving vehicles not to mention running water.
Him. Well he was a complete jerk.
Thanks I needed to vent.
It is not like I was mean to them, I paid a more than fair wage, and offered a house with all utilities paid. Plus food.
What the fuck!!!
A fellow political blogger and Facebook friends posts had me a bit confused.
"Recovery lunch"
"redemption salad"
"freedom salad "
All with detailed descriptions.
I thought mabe he had been in an accident, or had surgery. Then the lengthy post ,
She said she had never felt such closeness, intimacy. ...
4o years of marriage, 2 children, I saw his posts of their trips, parties.
I had attended a few.
"He was my best friend..... I will take my things as he has moved into our home.
This will be the last time I touch the soil in this garden....."
Very unexpected.
I guess you never know really.
The truck driver posted today that he was happy, and more in love with his wife of 25 years....their Anniversary.
I am happy for him. But for her just some sorrow.
It came to me in the garden....
He bought me dresses and a hat, he sat in the swing, a look of sheer content on his face as I worked blissfully in the garden.
A co worker used to buy me flowers.
One day he said "there is nothing more beautiful to watch than a woman arranging flowers."
I miss the subtleties of romance that come from deep within.
And to feel them, the suspence, quiet drama.
