Right now, I would far rather be a frog! Nooooo........not the French kind, silly, the amphibious kind! Like this little guy above. Isn't he gorgeous? I deeply envy a certain ability he has, and would dearly love to have it myself, but alas, I can't have it as a girl. I have to become a frog to have it.
What I envy about my little green friend, is his amazing tongue! If I had a long springy sticky tongue like his, these damned zuzu flies, that have been tormenting me for over a week now, would soon be history! I could reach out, and snatch them right out of the air in mid flight! The little pests would never know what hit them! Just a quick zap!......then straight into an acid bath! It would serve them right, for walking on my toilet rim, then going for a swim in my Zinfandel!
This week, as some of you know, started out on a sad note for me, but day by day, it has gotten progressively better. As I stated in my last blog, I had another positive public encounter this week, that not only lifted my spirits, but gave me further confidence in my self as a woman. I also had several very sweet emails from a few of you dears. Thank all of you, ever so much! Then, to top it off, a very wonderful woman who also blogs here, did something very, very sweet for me! I'm not going to tell you what it is right now, but maybe next week I might show you. Thank you sweetie!
It was very warm today for mid-October, with temperatures soaring into the mid eighties. Indian summer.......a perfect chance to don my red sandals, short shorts and a sleeveless top, for what may be the last time of this year. I'm already missing summer, but even so, I'm still looking forward to the feel of crisp cool air on my ears and nose, and days spent snuggled up in corduroy, leather, fleece, and wool. Before long, there will be frost on the pumpkin, and with their chlorophyll spent for another year, the trees will be dropping their blazing red and orange leaves en mass.
Fall! Absolutely my favorite time of year! Always has been! It is so pretty! Much prettier even than spring, in my estimation. The beauty of spring is delicate and very sweet, but fall is a beautiful bold brazen hussy! Regal in her bearing, mature and very sexy! I just love watching fall strut her stuff! Is it any wonder, that every time I was ever seduced into love by a woman, it was in the fall? It's true! For some odd reason or other, I have always been particularly vulnerable to seduction in the fall of the year. It must be something in my psyche, that hearkens back to my old school days, when I would always be so enthralled, by all of the pretty confidant girls at the begining of the school year. Of course those beauties wouldn't give me the time of day, and my adoration always went unrequited, but I didn't care. I adored them, and was just thrilled just to be in the same classroom as them. I would have been absolutely heartbroken, if my mother had actually sent me to an all boys military school, like she often threatened to do. I remember shouting bravely back at her, "Go ahead! I want to go to military school!", but truly? It would have killed me to go off, and leave the girls behind. I loved them so much.....and still do! I always will. How can I not, when I'm one of them?
I was looking at myself in the mirror again this evening, and this wonderful sense of love enveloped me! I always used to hate myself, and I especially hated to see my image in the mirror. The poisonous alien androgens have taken their toll on this girls body over the years, and she is not not a very pretty sight, when she looks in the mirror upon wakening, but with the help of a razor, a Clinique "three step plan", some liquid face lift, a good concealer and foundation, and the most welcome godsend of all, a beautiful wig, she can indeed become a very pretty, pleasant looking creature. It is so much easier to love her when, she looks like that. And I do love her, very much so, but more importantly, although I still harbor a long seated resentment to him, for keeping her locked up so long, and probably always will, I do love him too, for finally coming to his senses, and freeing her from the chains and shackles of his ego.
Have a wonderful weekend, everybody!