Keep Calm And Carry On
It’s been a week, well, more of a 10 days. Close enough to a week. There were 3 significant “hits to my nervous system” as Kate just called it. Lot’s of joy mixed in as well. Never mind all the normal week type stuff, spring stuff, life stuff, all the stuff. Finally, toss in a hotel party for good measure and life has been full.
Something that we’ve learned along the way is that the good times, the joy, the chocolate cake, the sex, those are the things that resource us and allow us to be present and something resembling calm when the shit inevitably hits the fan. And there’s been a good deal of flying excrement interacting with oscillating cooling devices in the last week.
Brief sidebar. “Dark Side Of The Moon” is a masterclass of an album. We’re listening to classic rock radio on Apple Music and “Money” is playing. Such a killer song. My brother always dumps on me because I really don’t get much into new music. Well, that’s true. There’s just nothing I’ve noticed that has the weight of Money or Dark Side. Adding further fuel to the fire, Hendrix’s “All Along The Watchtower” followed “Money”. Perhaps I am stuck in a musical rut, fuck it, there’s no better musical rut to be stuck in. For the record, anything after say grunge is new music for me. As I finish the sidebar, Skynyrd’s “Simple Man” comes on. I rest my case.
I’m tempted to jump into the hotel party at this point, but I’m gonna make you suffer thru the boring stuff to get to the goooooooood stuff.
Two weekends ago was birthday weekend. Our granddaughter turned the stately age of 3, and one of the 2 local grandsons celebrated his 8th birthday the next day day. Also happening was weekend 3 of Kates 6 weekend meditation course; I was on call as well. Lots of moving pieces. It all went fine; no significant disturbances in the force, and there was a lot of joy. (Radar Love just came on)
Something that you need to pay attention to if you’re prone to gout, which I am, is the amount of sweets you take in. Well, birthday cake and all the trimmings 2 days in a row ended up not being especially skillful for me. By in large, I’ve got gout managed with supplements and being intentional with my water intake. The birthday weekend burned thru my defenses, but not all the way. It never progressed to the the surface of your foot is bathed in molten hellfire phase, ergo it was manageable.
The local grandsons, being 8 and 11 are prone to all manner of boys will be boys stuff. Two days after his celebration, the 8 year old found his forehead on the receiving end of a baseball bat swung by his brother. It was an accident, and without question the older lad felt worse than the younger lad. He tagged him pretty good; it produced a nice cut which of course bled an attention catching amount. His mom called Kate, (we live less than a mile apart) not in a panic, but animated, and explained what was going on. Needless to say we were throwing on muck boots and headed to the car pretty quickly.
It was one of those things where the anticipation was worse than the reality. We handled it well, everyone did. Off to the ER went the younger kid and his mom, Megan. The lad is fine now; he and his brother were over Sunday night and spent a good amount of time out back throwing the ball around. Sunday night leads us into the second of the 3 hits to the nervous system.
Billie The Wonder Puppy, and ya just knew Billie had to be one of the hits, is an apex predator when the boys are over and it’s meal time. Our normal routine in the morning is to shut her in the bathroom until breakfast is finished. Well, this was dinner and the moving pieces / logistics were different. This resulted in a 30 second window when Billie had access to the younger lad’s plate without adult supervision in the room. Seeing her opportunity, Billie struck with precision.
There were 4 cobs of corn on the table at dinner. After, only 3 made it into the trash can.
Yup, dipshit swallowed a cob whole. This, according to Dr. Google, who’s always the calming rational voice of medical reason, is a legit medical emergency and needs to be addressed by a vet. Well, a call to the animal ER confirmed this. So, after some fits and starts, including the promised to the boys trip to the ice cream shop, off on the 45 minute drive to the ER Billie and I went.
Billie is no stranger to car rides, she enjoys them (tho not as much as Clifford The Wonder Dog, who’s a head out the window on a sunny day car ride aficionado) and never had a problem with one. That day was no different, till it was.
5 minutes from the office, up came the cob into the back seat. I pulled over when I could and confirmed. Photographic evidence provided to Dr. Kate re-confirmed my confirmation. Billie would live to fight another day…..without the anticipated multiple thousand dollar surgical bill.
Next morning, Megan, the bloody head kid’s mom, was violently ill. Violently to the point where Kate left work to take her to the ER. Kate, who’s on the stoic side and has a robust constitution, was shook by how sick her daughter was. The ER staff made the decision that Megan’s body wasn’t doing her any favors and started a fentanyl drip to knock her out for a bit.
The ER did a bunch of tests and scans, and did a decent job of managing the symptoms. Still waiting to hear about all of the blood work; all of the scans came back clear. I suspect she’s going to be making a pilgrimage to Kate’s holistic doc. That woman, the doc, is amazing and has helped Kate immensely when “regular” medicine didn’t do a thing.
Now to the good stuff……
Last Saturday we went to a hotel party hosted by a woman we’ve known for a couple years now. I think she been mentioned before, damned if I can find the post. For now, we’ll call her Jane.
It was at a Jane party, and via a Jane introduction that Kate met Dixon, who’s talked about two posts ago. Jane, like me, has a voyeuristic streak and (also like me) likes to watch Kate in action. Saturday night, Jane was once again on a mission and before long introduced Kate to Amir.
This was the type of party we both enjoy. It wasn’t too crowded, but there were plenty of people there; it was a very social and chatty crowd. As is typically the case, the background for the chat was various people having various sex, either in one of the more private back rooms (there were 3 adjoining bedrooms and a common area) or in the more public / exhibitionist area. It became clear when Kate and Amir met that the social part of the evening was just about over; they had a spark.
They looked really good together just standing there talking, a study in contrasts. Kate was the older petite blonde with the open flirty Meg Ryan look, Amir was tall and broad, with a youthful face. You could see they were each what the other was looking for that night; the age gap was 26 years. Given they were sparking and in the environment they were in made it all more attractive; you just knew where this was headed. I had a sideways smirk on my face as I caught Jane staring at them talking; she knew as well as I this was going to be a show to remember.
Their energy matched really well. Both are decidedly easy on the eyes examples of humanity, and each has the confidence and moxy to show that off a little bit. They did this without being showy or performative about it; the authenticity of their desire for each other was clear as a bell. The “main” / most visible bed was available, and that was where they went.
Early on, another party regular, Lori, couldn’t help herself and asked them to join in. She spent some time on the bed with the the two of them, adding to their experiences and enjoying herself in the process.
I was fairly close this night, last time with Dixon they were in the same room, but on the far bed. Sometimes the raw primal lost in it fucking is hypnotic to me, this wasn’t that. They were more in than out of control, very connective sex as opposed to raw bang bang fucking. I like this way better for a couple reasons. First, this is what Kate enjoys most, and when she’s the most orgasmic. Second, I love to see her stare.
She’s got a way of holding eye contact in a moment that is the opposite of passive. She’s reaching out with her eyes, sending and receiving whatever it is she sends and receives. I found it almost off putting early on in our relationship but quickly learned to lean into it. Amir leaned into it from the word go. Their eye contact was locked in thru the motions of their bodies, it was fantastic to see.
Interestingly, Clifford The Wonder Dog stares in much the same way. Clifford and I were just staring at each other while Kate and I were talking about her staring at Amir.
It turned out to be one of Kate’s more marathon sessions, they played for over an hour. I wasn’t complaining, Kate and Amir weren’t complaining, neither was Jane.
So we survived the work week. It was up and down for us both, work stress mixed with the hits to the nervous systems. It’s Friday night and we’re big chilling at Casa Da Sam & Kate. Clifford and Billie are sleeping on the couch with Kate who’s working on her meditation class stuff. I’m finishing this up, an insense is burning. Date night tomorrow night is going to be nice…..mall pizza (and some gelato for good measure) and then off to see the Michael Jackson flick.
Thanks for reading!! Be kind to yourself and others,
Sam & Kate
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