T R U T H

Champagne, darling. The connection was made right from the first "champagne darling". Even before discovering beer, the picture of sipping champagne and pretty girl with makeup wearing something frilly was pasted on the back wall of my brain. I can't say with certainty that it never fruitioned because many a glass of asti/brut has been tasted here and some er-uh er-uh had to follow. So is there a deeper meaning to sipping champgne? I called this a rest home yesterday sarcastically pointing out this stay-at-home lifestyle is too assisted living-like for most youthful, informed, healthy, playful couples not burdened with employment. Doesn't matter. Vibrance is a cultivated state of mind even if the body is insinuating rickety rockin'. When Jane Russell was photographed picking up pails the camera never knew about her abortion scars. Last week I carried pails of rocks and dirt, no one took pictures but my body thought it was being aborted. See how that works? Never mind the champagne, darling but you can get me borderline giddy at the mention of a velvito.

Today's gem from Wretched Writing is:
“He was not as old in appearance as his age might have made him appear.” - Gordon R. Dickson, Soldier, Ask Not (1967)

All 7s today, verily.