I'll just dive right in. My back, after 2 years is better. Yay! For the last 2 years, since my 2 snow/ice mishaps, I was experiencing what it must be like to be an old old lady with severe back problem. Doing simple tasks such as pulling on pants had to be done with carefully planned (and in slow) motion. So I suppose I have been out celebrating. Your age is determined by the flexibility of your spine or so I've heard.
No, I didn't recently experience true love but I was witness to it in San Diego. I was there as a close friend of the family...almost adopted as one of the daughters and an inpromptu photographer. I truly believe that it has to do with fate. I can work hard at it but in the end, if it happens, it happens. I'm not one to just settle for the sake of going through one of "life's rites of passage." I think for women, it's totally different. You get married and child-rearing and the household usually fall into the female's domain. Of course, let's not get into the nitty gritty about how it's all dependent on the partner. I know that and only wish that I am that lucky.
My last two "dating" experiences both ended in a proposal and a quick detour to generating offsprings. One even offered to purchase my eggs. Hmm. Would you want someone running around with your genes and imagine coming face to face with your child one day?
Well, with the breeding bit, I guess that's what happens when you get older and are still searching for that significant partner in crime. There's a need to spread your genes or leave something of yourself in the world. According to a book I read (I think it's called Sex Wars?), men usually experience a desire to leave a bit of themselves in the world sort of a way to explain WHY they were there. What do you think, Bob? Do you have that yearning yet?
Back to true love...I experienced it when I was on vacation in Greece in 1997. I was in Mykonos for 2 weeks. That gets boring if you don't drink and we were able to hit all the beaches in 3 days. Anyways, I met a boy and there was something old and familiar about him. He was the son of a store owner (Naf Naf to be exact). My friend later told me that neither of us were able to look at each other when I paid for my purchases. And I was older, too and my logical side, of course, denounced it and yelled, "Cradle robber!" But it was something deeper and more encompassing like some old silly poem that we can't admit we like but cling to in private.
I'm going to take Patrick's advice and not blog all at once like a stream of consciousness but break it up into a series of digestible bites. Next.
Cane Road - looks like a painting
