General Chat

I'm having a houseguest tonight and he's already a half hour later than he expected, but it's a several-hour drive and he's apparently a slow driver.

And who is it? I'll have to call him No.0 ! He was my *first* guitarist -- the classical one.

We lived together ... let's just say many many years ago. And I haven't seen him in almost as many many years. Because he's been in the US, being caught in the web of one of the weirdest political cults ever.

He came back to Canada a year ago, moved in to help his aged parents in the tiny town he grew up in, and is apprenticing as a piano tuner. (Just like my gr-grfather in Salisbury.) And seeing his high school sweetheart ... who apparently has never left the tiny town.

I think he and No.1 will get along. Wish me luck!

And you can all be jealous of my surfeit of guitarists all over again now. ;)

Good luck

be gentle with him

Tsk..Musicians... it's a weakness you know Janey ;)

Have a lovely time :))

Good luck Janey .

Have fun Janey!

(you sound positively girlish in your post - hope I'm allowed to say that - LOL)

Jill

Tell us all when the visits over:-)))

Sue xx

And I'm baaack!

So old boyfriend has come and gone -- he was going to leave yesterday, but thought he'd like to look around town a bit on Saturday, having been here only once before, when he came to visit me ... oh, okay, 37 years ago.

I'd said I'd be at my office until 4ish when he was due to arrive, and then I'd be at home, at the house next door to my office house, after that. So he arrived at 7ish.

He parked in the driveway at my office house as directed -- far side of the house from my home house. Somehow I managed, at the precise moment he was moving from his car to the porch of that house, out of sight around the corner of the house, to go out on my porch and bend over and start talking to one of our feral cats that was sitting on the steps up to the porch. I thought I was alone, of course.

So when he went to the door of my office house, I was 10 feet away, bent over presenting my bum in his direction, talking to an invisible entity. When I stood up, there he was, looking at me. Trying to figure out from my bum whether that was indeed me.

Well, the bum's a bit bigger than he would have remembered -- but then my scrawny, fine-boned little classical guitarist now has a gut on him to rival the full moon himself. Phew.

Oh, but having finally left the oily pimply teenaged skin behind me several decades ago, I noticed Friday morning that I had cleverly arranged to get a zit on my chin specially for his arrival. I think this must be an evolution thing. Just in case you're tempted to look on an old beau with a kinder eye, get yourself a zit so he won't do the same. Or hmm, maybe it's the opposite, it's to make him think you're still the young thing of long-ago memory ...

So we went inside and he handed me the brown bag with the big bottle of wine in it as he went upstairs with his suitcase. The bag ripped, I dropped the bottle, and it smashed in the bare wood floor space between the green living room rug and beige dining room rug, and fine Chilean red splattered all over both rugs and up the side of the grey armchair.

After it got cleaned up -- two litres of wine and a lot of glass (No.1 got to engage in his favourite hobby, vacuuming, after I soaked the wine up with newspaper) -- I forgot that I'd put the first big pieces into a plastic bag and set it down ... so I walked into the bag and sliced open a vein in my big toe. The gush of blood suggested "emergency room", but first I needed to track blood across the dining room rug and the kitchen floor on the way to the bathroom, and bleed all over the bathmat.

Managed to staunch the flow and clean and bandaid the laceration after some time and effort ... and then after a bit I went to change the tape in the VCR. Realized too late that the blood was flowing freely again and I'd left a nice big blotch at the other end of the living room rug. Some more time and effort and bandaids ... it was still bleeding a bit yesterday as we walked around the tourist sites, but seems to have stopped now.

And how has everyone else's weekend been? ;)

haha sorry for laughing but its like something out
of a Laurel and Hardy film. Oops showing my age
again must stop doing that. Thanks for cheering
me up.
Emmax

Oh Janey ! I don't know what to say :( LOL

are you SURE you're not related to me in some way? I remember my toe bleeding profusely on a 'hot date' when I was 17 ...we went on the 'dodgems' along the pier and I cut my toe ( wearing sandals) without realising ...and hopped all the way back to the carpark..

Aside from your accidents.... did your heart still go pitter-pat at sight of your old beau... ?

lol (shouldn't really)...but how did the reunion go?

Certainly gave him a weekend to remember then??

I don't know about her heart going pitter-pat Rose.....sounds as though she had some sort of 'gut' reaction though!!


Just as well you didn't trip over your jama bottoms JC!!


OR


we could just say that she was dipping her toe in..........

I made sure to wear a summer nightie / long cotton dress thingie, Cynthia. That went well until I was trying to find somewhere in the stuffed fridge to shove a casserole dish with the turkey broth I'd made from last night's thighbones, and poured said broth down my front ...

I just love how the trials, tribulations and tragedies of me and mine do cheer everyone up so. ;)

So we chattered on about the intervening years -- and now that he's gone I wish I'd done a little less chattering (I don't mean that I don't listen, just that it was kind of superficial) and a little more talking. It's an odd thing, to get together with someone you cohabed with all that time ago and haven't seen since. Especially someone who has spent most of that time as a key player in Lyndon Larouche's organization.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lyndon_LaRouche

He has repudiated all of it now, but it's still danged weird.

There was no acrimony in our parting, we just drifted. I wasn't really interested in any serious/longterm things at the time, so that just seemed natural to me. What if ... ?

What if ...........?


Something we all say I guess.


What a waste of turkey broth!

Please would someone pick me up?



I am down here somewhere on the floor...

Oh Janey,and I thought it was only me...


Was he good in the sack though?????????

FBG, rood girl. It's been over 35 years since any sacking happened, so frankly, I don't remember. ;)

I dunno, I don't think there really could have been an If. And if there was, and it had gone on for nearly 4 decades -- d'you know, I think we would have started out and ended up pretty much as No.1 and I did and where No.1 and I are today. Irritable and companionable. Would have saved a lot of bother in the meantime though!

Irritable and companionable.......sounds like a marriage made in heaven........lol



Couldn't resist ....sorry.

roflol Janey!

Only you could have a weekend like that!


That is one queer sect.

I haven't heard much about them before.



s

Well it was certainly memorable then ! You really couldn't make it up, could you?

I would love to have the opportunity to chat with a couple of old flames from the 1970s - both would now be in late 60s and probably back home in USA and NZ - if still on this planet, who knows?

So many what ifs.....

hope the wound is healing.

Lizx

So many wounds though......


Toe......(bloody)


Chest.....(burnt)


Heart.....(palpitations)


Pride.....(injured)


Memory......(clouded)


Ah well........such is age!


Cx