Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.

The age thing, some days its there others it seems to be miles away. Not unlike going to the museum, you will look at things that are beautiful not what is under too many layers of dust somewhere in your own attic. We seem to forget what treasures are surrounding us, because they are free, we do not have to travel to them or read about them in the paper.

Dating sites, we are looking at what we want, not always what is more likely to want us, do we wait and sit till someone desperate enough, still within our brackets, is picking us? We all want to be found, to be the one desired, not to be the wanting one.

For me it is like Christmas when someone starts chatting with me when it is clear he has an interest into who I am. Looking at some young guys, the are online waiting to be found, if they have to make the first move, it seems that they get more insecure about them selves. Where as 5 minutes ago when they settled behind the pc, laptop, ipad they had a last look in the mirror and thought; “damn I look ok, a catch!”. And than no response, is the picture wrong? Why is there no one, other than the odd older guy out there to talk to me, can I still block him? Before I have to pay for this app, or can he keep on bugging me?

In the “old”days we took the effort to dress according the latest fashion rules and went out, to the place where we would meet more “likes and perhaps”, now we sit at home can still be in our boxers as the picture in the app shows us at our best. (that’s what we believe) or I put something on that slightly looks like I think I should look. The digital world is a weird one.

On the off chance you find a guy to chat to, and for once it is longer than the 5 standard questions and you can actually have a nice time.

In a world where so many look the same, just look at the return of the beard, how can I find the one for more than looks and sweat moves. Yesterday I talked with a friend so much younger, and he told me about his last date. The “other” was much older, and he seemed to be surprised that the sex was different as the adventures with guys his own age. So I asked him to elaborate, I was as usual curious, they are in a way my stuff to write on days where in my own life not much happened and they tickle my brain. Well, returning to the conversation, it wasn't as in-emotional, ok, that needs some more explanation. It was missing the cold approach of get in, get down and strip sequence that normally went on once the date had started. Not every “old”man is that way, some of them try to keep up with the new rules of behaving when on a quick date. To me it differs whether you are out for sex, sex with something or looking for something much more than just moving sheets. He had a great night, should not every date be great, in his own right? It seemed, that without going into to much detail, this guy was well balanced in his move as his approach. My friend stayed way longer with him and enjoyed the sex in a different way as his usual shag-ups. No this should not be read as a hitch-hikers guide through the gay-galaxy, but it is nice to hear that some good moments are still out there.

After a while we started talking about love, because he is after all looking for this too. So talk to me, what are you looking for? Out of the blue he asked me why I never tell him about my wishes and dreams, even at my age (thank you very much) I must have ideas? I did have enough goes over the past (again thanks!!). Well what I am looking for? In principle the same thing as you, although the model will probably be a second hand one, but still with a running engine.

Your love is like my love, and my love is much like your love, not much different, If I would be a song, together we would be a symphony. What are you aiming for? Where do we begin? Am I still looking or am I content with things to come on my road? Recently checked my tom-tom but there is no know destination called love, or even lovers lane in there. We seem to rely to much on electronics to find one, or find our way, an opening into la-la-land.

Sometimes all we see are beautiful pictures, yes a six-pack is nice, but how about an IQ more than 6? somewhere after a steamy night I want you to at least find the way out again without me having to map it out on the kitchen table.

Love comes in many splendour and difficult ways. Music and literature only give us a way in, like the magazine and the story lines on TV, but you are the writer and creator of your own daytime TV special. Everyday you can decide what to eat and what not, you know what calories to avoid and how many miles to run to forget that chocolate bar you just ate. Why cant you make your mind up about the one to fall in love with. If you grab a chocolate-chip cookie do not expect it it taste like a steak, darling it is on the wrapper!!!

the hormones, they can play a tricky game to the mind, its like looking at the menu in a candy shop, which one looks the best? We forget to look at the wrapper and sometimes end up with a nasty taste, but we still finished it.

My rounds in the candy shop, well I had a few, and I still have fond memories about those days, where I remember a certain person who made me feel I had fireworks in the mid of July. The days without mobile phones and other gizmo's, the once we rely on now, everyday and with so many things, even this old man. How would I otherwise be able to write this?

It also lets me talk and laugh with the ones who give me so many reasons to write, as where a few months ago I was only reflecting on my own things in life. They supply me with an never ending stream of thoughts, stories and sometimes laughs. Each one of them unique, but sometimes so predictable. Youth, sometimes I wish I had it again, other times I feel I still have it, and sometimes I do long for the day I grow up. But for now I remain where I am, I like it here, my brain is happy, and ever so busy.

I can truly rest when they go out on their adventures and tell me about it, not always in detail, but some of them don't need to tell, I do know them. My eyes do see what their mouths are not telling. They keep adding to my life, and show me that even at my age, things are not so much different, but can be better (his words, not mine) and we can still be in for some “mind blowing”stuff. I will not be hanging from a chandelier soon, but I do know how a good moment can and should feel.

I look to you sometimes my friends, after all is gone and done, through you I can be strong!!!

the ocean and grey matter

You know its a loosing game and still you want to go there, always, so many times I have done the same, you never know when you get lucky.

And over time when it hasn't become what you chose it to be, you say its how you wanna be, and you have nothing to loose.

Did you loose you head for no one and no one holds your heart?

You wander a long the beach, feet wet, look at the incoming waves and breath the still warm air. There is a tune in your head, and walking alone here, songs and lyrics come to mind. For sure everyone once dreamt of this moment, but with a slight change, not being alone. My flight southbound is still a few weeks away but I can not wait to feel the sand underneath my feet, feel the sea breeze coming in from the Atlantic. To feel home, and feel peace, in mind and body. This year without the little bandits as they will have moved by the time I arrive, so no beach ball games or trying to tell stories in half English and Spanish. For the first time I will be able to be on my own, with still the family around to make sure I will be well taken care off. But I don't mind, I long for a long walk, watch the sunset and greet another summers night in my home away from home.

 

With all my friends and family here, I still need some away time, where I manage my thoughts and have them flow on a more gently stream, lower my heartbeat a little and enjoy the things around me, tranquillity, sun, beach and the ocean. So many years, started as answer to a newspaper add, I picked the right job, as nothing as the ocean can give me more peace and energy for the things life surprises me with. Its hard to explain what it feels like when you are in the middle of the ocean, with nothing to see for miles than just the waves and the sky, be it in a storm or calm waters, the waves, swell, sound of it brings something. In the worst of storms, being seasick, the best thing is to stand outside, feel the salt water on you skin, the wind roaring and than crawl into bed cold and still a bit wet. It will put you in an amazing sleep will the ships movements will act as a rocking cradle.

Walk distant shores and feel that this ocean has become a part of you over the years. I am blessed it is only a bike ride away from where I live and when I go to work, just outside the window.

Where ever the navy has brought me over the many years gone by, there was always the walk along the water, be it in Boston, Copenhagen or on St. Thomas, sure the beaches and shores were all different, but my mind was able to wonder as freely as being at sea. Walking along the coast, on a beach seems to bring clarity in mind, maybe sometimes even in life. My mind thinks in wondered ways, I sometimes ask myself when will it be regulated by age, wisdom or maturity, but in the end I am glad I still daydream, and enjoy when my mind wonders, even when others might think it inpolite when I wander, well sorry guys, something far more interesting popped into the grey matter. Its roughly 3 pounds of grey blubber, but it makes me go every where, and makes me love so many things, and people.

 

The ocean, blue, sometimes wild, sometimes calm, sometimes warm, sometimes cold but always there, the place I can float and just dream away, being rocked on your waves and the sound a mere whisper in my ear to tell me; it's gonna be ok!

sing a song of love, when you are done wondering

How many times have you loved, been in love, felt something that could be love? It could easily be a thousand times, try to remember you noticed something that draw your attention a little more than just that simple second.

I tried remembering a few and already it gave me a headache, no clue what so ever. I can easily count relationships and or “the maybes”. I dare not reach further in my mind in fear for drowning already in the shallow end.

While at the gym, just finished my routine for the day I was already surprised with the fact that I might start to like to work out, when I overheard two guys talking about one of them being in love, and the other one asking, why, how, what gave it away. Looking at them I was surprised that guys their age would ask these questions as their core thinking this period in life is mostly sex. Well there are little miracles around us. With that question in my head I started to think, while having a great coffee. (so happy they repaired the machine). In the past, short and long, I have asked many times what about love. So there I was, coffee in hand, thought in mind, looking at a group just finished with their class. A sweet buzzing hanging over the group, sighs and sounds of laughter, I figured it must have been a good work out.

Back to my brain, to easily my mind wonders, so love, me and having or being in it. To start of simple, I love a few people just for who they are, my friends, some I kiss and some I don't, why? Well sometimes you feel its natural and with others it doesn't happen because you know this closeness of beings is there. My brothers and sisters, even with their complexity I do love each and everyone of them, more now than ever, but that is in my case a part of growing older.

Next thought; could (can) friends become lovers? Relating to my life, I have dated the ones I wanted to love, or be with, none of them started as a friend. Thinking harder for a moment, and still no, none of my friends became lovers or relationships. Now I wonder would my failure rate be lower if I had started dating friends? Good one, but I am afraid I can not answer it. Some of my friends are worth dating because they are wonderful people, some of them don't know and I am not telling them, this is something they have to find out in the process of growing up. More than half of my friends are younger and some less than half my age. They are still amazing in their own way. Looking at them and having the question of love in mind, lets look around. They all want it in some or other way, just the odd one isn't ready and knows it. Does he actually? From what I see, I think he is on the right path into finding himself. The boy is changing into a man, with added strength, and it is a treat to see it happen. To see a pimple in company of wisdom, I do love him for that. Like looking in the sandbox and see maths formula's in the sand and in the middle this smiling innocent on path of adventure. One is looking for love in all the wrong places, and only asks what is wrong afterwards, listens and returns to his trip through the mature world. Wanting someone much older but with a young mind. I might need to wake him one day, a man close to my age still behaving like one half his age, is not real. There is something fishy about it. (in my eyes) being playful at age isn't wrong, but to try to look 20 years younger and behaving like it, someone someday will tell.

The reaction when a night in town goes pear shaped is like one just hitting puberty. Nice contradiction, looking for older, behaving like a child and not being able to follow what he deems is normal, or correct, why didn't you call when you told me you would, well why didn't you? And there will be no answer to that, I still love him for who he is, you just have to know him and not expect to much when demanded, only be prepared to talk about the disappointments of love now and than.

So this is love, the love of a friend. When it comes to loving the one you want to be more with when together, I do have my shopping list, problem is so does he. The one where I want to lean over and be caught, and not hitting the pavement with a big smack. He needs to add to my life in a way my friends do and something more. He should be here when I need him, like my friends and some days more. He needs to listen, like my friends, and listen some more. He should be al my friends are plus a bonus. Looking at my friends and family I have all that, so who ever he is, he should be aware there is much for him to life up-to.

Like spring or summer a breeze is sometimes welcome, but in the right moment so we can not complain, yes about the weather, now that is a challenge.

It should be like music, my song is out their, a simple one, he should make us into a symphony......

Coffee, a paper and a thought

Why can Monday not feel like a Tuesday? Yawning as if it is going out of fashion.  But I should refrain from complaining as the sun is out, there is a light breeze from the sea and my working day looks great. Next to that I am only working two days this week, so Monday should feel like one, and my Tuesday will feel like a Friday.
The usual, what have you done over the weekend was lightly answered with; not much.  As I did only some light garden work and kept the rest for Wednesday and the coming weekend.  The feeling of a summer leave period is slowly nestling in my brain, although my actually leave period is still a couple of weeks away, but hey, any excuse to be lazy and just read one of the many books that are still waiting for my attention is one. (A valid one indeed).
Monday awakes my friends and family too, the what’s app and text messages arrived almost like clockwork. Some of these things are becoming a regular, but still great, part of the great communication scheme. They are also under the Monday influence, bumping in to things or people, slightly grumpy, but overall not too bad for first day of the week.
Even bumping into people can have a good effect, you never know who and what can be next, not aiming to break someone’s shoulder or leg, it’s a nice change from dating sites. Old-fashioned contact, instead of the cold monitor in front of you, wondering if on the other end he or she really looks like the photo shopped pictures. Monday has it charms it seems, or is it the sunshine we have all been praying for, my mood is sunny too, however that happened.
Somehow the day seems to fly; we are already passed the coffee break which included cake today, this always happens when I decide to cut back on the calories…… temptation hits!!!! This never happens with men, at least not with the ones I think are desirable. Maybe I have to change the hunger feelings a little. For the moment I have to focus on work and get some things out of the way. 4 or 5 weeks to go for most of my colleagues here and their leave will start and the school will go quiet and I have to see what kind of work is left for me to do.
Who knows when the weather turns out to be good I might even do some of it on the beach here, combine pleasant things with work whenever possible, plus the view will be much nicer on the beach! Yes I like to watch the waves……..
My head is beach ready, my body a little bit behind, somehow I never seem to bring those too into sync, mentally I can, but actually I fail, I like enjoying summer too much. A nice meal, refreshing drink, and my waistline seem to want to hold on to those memories. Need to make a note: talk to body!!!  The excuse that I am too old to be looking like a 20 year old isn’t really working anymore, I agreed on paying a little more attention to the temple that is my body….. And now I have to be careful not to choke on my protein shake…..
Whatever happens my plan is to anyhow enjoy the beach later this year, swim, relax read a book and think of next year, when I can start saying it will be my last year in this job. Preparing to leave an active navy life and look for a part-time replacement. For the last couple of months I am trying to prepare me for that period, not making good progress here. The thought remains to be distant; it isn’t hitting me, even when I am aware of what is coming.

To have to say goodbye to so many things it feels, but it is just a job, and also a life, so much of a way of living. When I started many years ago I never thought it would hit me in the face like this. For I always made sure that my private and work were always very well separated, but navy, it truly is a way of life. 6 months remaining and then the shutdown procedure will start. Every month a little less work a little more “freedom”, how much of it can I handle? Now I want my leave period, and for sure I will be longing for my job soon after I left the base for the last time. Over the years it has become a big part of who I am, more as I expected or ever noticed.
Many of my friends and family tell me how jealous they are, how many years they still have to go, sure there is a point to that, put I am still to “young” to feel retired. I need a challenge at least a few days a week and I hope I will be able to find a part-time something to keep me busy for a while, until I know it’s time, time for me, every day and every hour.
For now it’s back to work…….. earning some of the euro’s I hope to be spending later this week.

zwei herzen im drei viertel tact...... if only

Sunday morning already, and an early one too, the second cup of coffee and already finished the fluffy Aunt Jemima pancakes. Again the summer seems to be far, far away, and I can not blame the people taking what ever last minute they can put their hands on. A bit selfish on the other hand, I still have 8 weeks to go, so not having very sunny days while I need to go to work, is not that bad..... its actually not that bad outside, almost perfect weather to work in the garden and get some stuff done, so I hope something like this will last the coming week. The result will be that my terrace will be clean and ready for some summer days where I can sit outside till late, read a book and enjoy being home. At least yesterday I cleaned the front part of the garden and noticed that I am for sure not a landscape architect, just bought what I liked and once home tried to give everything a spot somewhere in the garden. I succeeded, so more green to make my little oasis in the front a bit more private. Its nice to have a green wall protecting me from the people walking my street, a little privacy never hurts.

Last night I was chatting with a friend, and we talked in length about relationships, present, past and future. Where did we go wrong, or what changed? Who to blame, pointing finger, and finding faults. All to improve and make the next one work, there it is again “work” together with “relationship”. I wonder if, when we would receive a salary for it, we would put more effort in it? Talking about options I remembered this one:

“A man has two options in a relationship: Either STAND UP and be the man he needs... or... SIT DOWN so he can see the one behind you! “

So be noticed, let him know you are there, up to what point? Ever heard the sentence:”you are suffocating me, you are everywhere”? We were going over some more options, talking about how much is actually much? After about an hour we decided that you can not put a line in general, somewhere it will be crossed by one or both. So this walking on a thin line must be established by both, strange we can have doctors without borders, but no love without them. Ever wondered why we put fences, borders or limits on things we cherish the most? Well we did, it used to be that relations needs compromises, to make it work and last. In a way we agreed on that, no two people can be exactly the same. We had a lot of fun going over the rules we both have playing the game of love, where we would welcome things with a smile, or putting the knife on the table in others. The two of us have had and subsequently lost a couple of “lovers”, so we had a few things to talk about. And their seems to be a truth in the fact that we go for the same (troubled or not) type again and again. They might be from different backgrounds, or in my case countries but we seem to be able to find the same ones again and again. Its harder for me to find my car keys on a Monday morning.

Painting a perfect picture of what we want, that wasn't even the hard thing, understanding why, was a little of giving in how selfish we are in looking for Mr. Right. The list can go on and on, but secretly in the end we want a cute, sexy one with no fuzz, so we can have sleepless nights for a good reason, lazy Sunday mornings together, and someone who takes out the trash, oh, and almost forgetting a chef in the kitchen and enough intelligence to make a good living so we can enjoy the port in summer while lounging in our garden, next to the swimming pool. Yeah, right!!!! something tells me that is not going to happen.

So we asked, is love to be a part of me being pampered in this world? Its sometimes easier to work a little harder and drink the port with my feet in a bucket of water in my little garden. And not have the fuzz of a guy to please, just imagine he thinks the above is you!!!

listening to a romantic waltz playing on the stereo, how easy it is in a operetta, sing and dance and in the end it will all be well. Johan Strauss, I wonder what you would have composed in 2013.

maybe this would have helped, as I think it hasn’t changed yet;

Being a male is the matter of birth, being a man is the matter of age, But being a gentleman is the matter of choice.

So many things seem to go easier with music, unless of course you two love-birds have to find a tune to compromise on. And there we go again, its indeed like a dance, we go round and round again holding each other, in the same room, just trying to get a different look before we start redecorating, and honey you could be the first furniture going!

Love, even on a relaxed Sunday morning, we can not be lazy about it, it keeps us busy. On the other hand, if it wouldn't, life would be pretty dull. And we would probably swamped with blogs about dogs and cats, just think of that one, the next time your eyes catches someone and you think; “couldawouldashoulda”. If not buy a cat!

Have a good one today, I am going for a waltz with the vacuum cleaner, dance and do something here, just hoping no-one sees it and want me to makes his Mr. Right for this...

Wienerblut, here I come!!!

a man and a boy behaving.....

One stereotype of gay men is that they are all fit, well dressed, good looking, and rich. Of course this isn’t true of all gay men, but the stereotype does emerge from the many gay men that seem to put inordinate effort into making themselves perfect in every achievable way. Spending a lot of time at the gym, at work, or striving for the best grades in school. I have often wondered what drives these ambitions and what are the psychological costs of striving for perfection?

Recent research reveals the ways in which many young gay men display impressive resilience in the face of challenges inherent to managing a stigmatizing, personal secret in isolation from an early age. Rather than being passive victims of stigma, young gay men show ingenious ways to preserve their self-esteem despite threats to it. Seeking self-esteem through being “the best” represents a creative adaptation to stigma, albeit one that may eventually come at a personal cost, especially if the strategy has outlived its original usefulness.

So lets say after all the effort you might simple be too late to enjoy it all, so why not achieve a little less and live a little more. On the other side I notice people around me who think that by just looking good and being desirable the other half should bring all that in to a relationship, what would or could we call them? They want it all, and really think that shaping a body is worth so much more, true, they do not have much time left do develop their brain after all these hours in the gym. Not that I, not a gym type, worked extensively on my brain, in both departments I can be a bit to lazy, I am more a observer type, and maybe lucky enough to have reached an age, where going to the gym is mere and simply healthy.

Men of my age are still all over on dating sites and places where cruising doesn't mean I am on a big boat. It makes me laugh when they still use young, or sporty in their profiles, they really think that the youngsters who are targeted (most of the time) don't look at their leather like faces? There is a border between being fit at age, or just starving yourself skinny to present a “fit” picture. It shows that not only young man are busy to challenge mother nature. We, “oldies” are for sure doing our bit too.

In the middle there's this place where we all look after ourselves, and make the best possible, I have no problem with that, just do not forget to enjoy and relax while working on “you”.

Yesterday I called one person a man, the other a boy, even though they are off similar age, but there is a difference, that when you know them it makes sense to call them man or boy. Although both still playful when it comes to the other halve, but one is observant too and learns from playing where the other just wonders if there's a little space for a second round. Yes, both of them enjoy the sex, they go for the satisfaction, the hunt and the pleasure. One is realizing it is a moments thing, where ass the other secretly, unknowing is waiting to make something good and hot into a more long-term thing, even when it should only be casual. They are both dear to me, and I study them, talk with them even laugh about their escapades. Its fun to see them both in this environment, evolve more or just a little over the last period. They provide me with much food for thought, humour, and a vision into the life of youngsters I did not have before. They actually provide the stuff for my blog, and make me think about my own dating life, before, now and who knows even the future. Its great to have friends in different stages of their lives, and observe, learn and secretly write about it.

My blog, my mirror, friend, silent companion, good for many a serious thought, word or mere a page full of crazy ways to look upon the world around me. My mood can make me a daily visitor, writer or keep me from it for months. Now a period where writing is a bless and I am creating order in my sometimes to fuzzy brain. Not having a real summer at the moment is the other part of the equation. Together with a lack of romance of course, which is always good for a break in blogging, or sometimes creates a mere book of words. For now I am contempt with what is happening around me and with me, things are changing and I have no clue as to where it will end. Satisfied with the peace at the moment, that’s what I can say about it.

Romance another thing that needs work, nothing seems to come by nature any more. What in the end is human related romance? Now that’s a thing to think about. Trying hard to remember when the last time was, someone looked me in the eye, and wasn't thinking about a sexual move that moment, but just looked at me with “love”. No there's a shocker, I have absolutely no clue, was I not paying attention, or have I really forgotten what it looks like. Cuddling is now something you can do with friends, and I like resting my head on their lap, or belly while enjoying a pick nick or a lazy afternoon at the waterfront or a lounge seat somewhere cosy. Also something I haven't done recently but they are more frequent than the moments where I felt the love connection. Looks like I am being to be satisfied with the relax and friendship moments, life without the sexual and mental tension of love. Again it seems that love is a thing close to a job. Is it ever going to be easy?

On the other hand if it would be easy, I would not write a blog, I think, this, among other things keeps my mind busy, and me wondering. I would otherwise fall and perhaps drown in silence and boredom, which should never happen.

A daydream lets me just think of romance wanted and this single moment where there is just his eyes only looking at me, where I feel I am his, his everything......

“You have a wisdom inside you – listen for it. You have a light inside you – feel its glow. You have the power to speak and act and make things manifest in the world – let your wisdom and light guide you as you do.”

My cousins gay, he went to London only to find out that Big Ben was a clock

You worked really hard to find Mr. Right and build a fulfilling life with him over the years. You’ve encountered and conquered so many challenges together and relish in the romance and richness of being a committed couple. You view the rewards of your partnership as great and can’t wait to share more experiences that will further enrich your relationship. That’s the vision that most happy couples report!

And still it seems to be easier to read Cinderella, or the next part of the “game of thrones” books. (A Song Of Fire and Ice as the series is actually called) so the happy couples, if I think really hard I might find just one, where harmony and partnership even has result into marriage. These two have worked hard on their house and home and finding a way to combine their work into one business, to have something in common and of course put some money somewhere but not in the tax office pockets.

Happy couples must be out there, I just wonder if things didn't change a little bit more as I deemed to believe. This while I am listening to Johan Strauss on my stereo, maybe this is setting the mood, for times long, long past. Romance is so much linked to these moments, it must have been put into my brain by movies and books I went through when I was young and the world so much different. Did it all really changed when we got the first colour TV set in the house?

The time for summer is here, the fact that the weather outside isn't helping to the side, so most of the people go on holiday. Groups of friends head out to warm places, and who blames them. Family and friends are starting to pack as their dates are drawing closer. Sigh, my holiday is still a good 2 months away, and next to the yearning for a beach and some Spanish food, there is also the feeling that I would like to spend it with someone, to be able to cuddle and put my head in his lap, and dream away to even further places. My head will be on my towel on the sand, and I think I will still dream of more far away places. Its my nature, to daydream and dream a little more at night.

Not so different from other people I think, but from time to time I also feel this empty spot next to me. Only to “not”miss it when I want to sleep late, not do a thing on a Saturday if I do not feel like it, and in some cases not to participate in almost the planned couples life of being out and about. Seen and being seen, where I sometimes just want to see and not being heard. So much in life becomes dictated by the masses, what we do on a weekend, a long weekend, the more I do my “own” thing I noticed that almost all of them, have their routine, not noticeable but its there. We are taking a few things to much for being normal. Coming from a point that normal seems to be dictated into our brains somewhere. So when a young friend starts a relationship, I wonder, are you truly in it, or is it because, you know because? Love, a partner, partnership, it should follow a path, something we see all around us, we try to make one our own. The basic lines are set, and of we go, on our cruise, through “happy-happy-la-la-land”, the guide book mentions a few obstacles, but we took travel insurance.

Hmmmm, what did we pick, the prince, for he is charming and beautiful, or the horse? (sorry prince and Bentley is still to new) who guarantees actually a good ride, in my line of thinking the horse, so what to do with the prince? Lets keep him on till we get a little bit more bored or fed up with his nagging and his armour all over the house, which you have to polish as well. Don’t get me wrong here, I know there are marriages where things are different and they run as perfect as two people can manage, still I think that requires a better look at each other before we fall in each others arm, look in each others eye and think; damn these are as blue as my china from Holland. The things we think are planned for us, or karma, what ever we want to call it, it almost needs planning too, falling in love should be taught, but would we than not miss the funny moments we later can call mistakes, but made us feel great at the time. To love someone for all the right reasons, and years later still show a little smile remembering it. In all its a careful dance, and I am glad some people wrote the right music for it. Safely behind my pc, I see the dark clouds gather outside and know rain will come, so not working in the garden this morning was something clever.

This is going to be a inside house thing day, while the waltzes play and I dance with my hoover through the house. All good things, it gives me joy, a work out and the house gets clean too..... no rules no expectations for a day. Just trying not to fall over one or two pieces of furniture.... and my prince? Well just as Big Ben, he is out there, but just not what I expect to find......