Wow, What A Night

We had such a bad thunderstorm here last night.

When I woke-up around 4am, a huge tree branch, covered in maple leaves, was sitting on the roof ledge right outside my bedroom window.

Nothing like that had ever happened before.

And then when I went downstairs and opened the kitchen door and glanced out at the porch — my 4-ft.-high palm tree had blown over and was wedged under the hydrangea bush. And the poinsettia had blown over and the underliner pan had blown clear over by my car.

I hadn’t realized it had gotten that windy because I’d closed all the windows before going to bed and then slept like a little clam for 6 straight hours. So that was probably the weirder part — that I’d slept right through all that noisy wind.

But today is, of course, peaceful and calm. Like nothing ever happened.

The good news is that –YES — I started writing another new erotic short story yesterday. Just out of the blue, this whole idea was ready and waiting to hit the page.

I mean, I knew I wanted to write another short story, but I had no clue that another full-blown idea was just sitting there, waiting,  I actually had thought I was going to write about something else, but then here came this other story. And then I was at it for 8 hours.  Almost 4000 words already. And — yes — yet again, it is filthy as hell. And I can tell it’s going to be another long one.

It is titled “1954 Powder Blue Pickup,” and it mostly takes place in the front seat of a pickup truck, about 70 years ago.

I don’t know, I must be making up for lost time or something.  Because here they all are — all these stories so suddenly, when I thought I was working on another novel…

But I couldn’t be happier, gang. I find all of it so exciting.

Okay, well, I’ve done the yoga and the laundry is almost done. There is not much to post about today, since I spent most of yesterday in front of the laptop, writing the new story. Then collapsing and sleeping through a terrible storm…

(Oh, I do want to mention here that it looks like more and more and more moderate Democrats — Black, White & Latino — are now going over to the Republican side of the fence — I’m guessing a lot of it has to do with all this unchecked violence that is still raging in cities where Democrats are the Mayors and/or Governors. Portland OR is off-the-charts violent now, with Antifa members shooting Trump supporters in cold blood — for the sole reason that they support Trump. That seems fair and rational, right?  Are you people out of your fucking minds? And the Governor of NY is now on tape  threatening Trump’s life if he ever comes back to NYC again. Yes — threatening the President’s life if he ever goes back to the city where he was born. On tape. In what world is that guy living?  Can you imagine any Governor threatening Obama’s life while he was President and then getting away with it? These Democrat politicians have lost their minds. And 50 more shootings in Chicago over the weekend — in Black communities, where, allegedly, Black Lives are supposed to MATTER (!!) Come on, people — they DO matter. These are human lives — not just inconvenient statistics to ignore because you don’t want Trump to win…)

Anyway, it is indeed interesting.  I am now firmly in the Independent Party and will likely remain there forever, whatever that yields.

All righty!! I’m gonna get started here! Have a terrific Tuesday, wherever it leads you. Today, I’m leaving you with one of my most favorite Leonard Cohen songs ever, “I’m Your Man.” (From the amazing album of the same name — circa 1988.) (I have a delightful history with that album, which maybe I’ll regale you with some other time –involving  a well-known folksinger with whom I had quite a fling, who bought me that CD, back when I was still living on E.12th Street and CDs were still sort of a brand new thing.) Anyway.  It was years ago. Enjoy, gang. And thanks for visiting! I love you guys. See ya.

“I’m Your Man”

If you want a lover
I’ll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I’ll wear a mask for you
If you want a partner
Take my hand
Or if you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
I’m your man
If you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor
I’ll examine every inch of you
If you want a driver
Climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride
You know you can
I’m your man

Ah, the moon’s too bright
The chain’s too tight
The beast won’t go to sleep
I’ve been running through these promises to you
That I made and I could not keep
Ah but a man never got a woman back
Not by begging on his knees
Or I’d crawl to you baby
And I’d fall at your feet
And I’d howl at your beauty
Like a dog in heat
And I’d claw at your heart
And I’d tear at your sheet
I’d say please, please
I’m your man

And if you’ve got to sleep
A moment on the road
I will steer for you
And if you want to work the street alone
I’ll disappear for you
If you want a father for your child
Or only want to walk with me a while
Across the sand
I’m your man

If you want a lover
I’ll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I’ll wear a mask for you

© 1988 Leonard Cohen

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