My Tree House

Well, my pact to write something everyday did not work out so well did it? Oh well, that is life……

I’ll try a little harder. Right now, I am again at work, just taking a few minutes break from the grind. Now I have to go back to it

An All Day Affair

Early morning light filters through the bedroom window as she is awakened by soft kisses on the nape of her neck and the arm that has wrapped her in an all night embrace slowly caresses the length of her body; strong hands slowly tracing the curve of her hip into her stomach and eventually finding the softness of her breasts. He cups it in his hand like fresh tree ripened fruit, enjoying the softness and the slowly hardening center. She turns her head slightly and kisses him slowly, tenderly as if they had all the time in the world. Slowly they part reluctantly imagining the promise of what could be but there are kids to awaken, feed and get off to school.

They dress for the day and go about the business of family and work. They share secret glances across the chatter of children and they touch as often as they can. The loving pat across her backside as he takes the garbage out, she slips her hand under his shirt as she reaches around him into the refrigerator for milk. On the chance that they meet in the hallway they exchange a quick kiss or a fleeting caress. He tells her he’ll miss her as they part for the day. He stares longingly as she pulls in her leg, intentionally uncovered accidentally by skirt left askance, as she gets in her car. He leans in for a final kiss before she pulls from the driveway.

At days end when the kids have been collected and they are all together again, they hug and kiss as if years had passed. The kids pretend to be repulsed, but secretly pleased to see their parent’s love.

When homework is done, dinner has been served, the kitchen cleaned and the kids put to bed, the day is not quite over yet. There is still work to be done. He whispers to her, “I want to paint you”. She smiles knowingly and walks into their bedroom. He walks into his study to wait.

She arrives a few minutes later, her hair down, her body freshly scrubbed, wrapped in a silky robe. She pauses by the couch with her back to him and slowly gazes back with an “are you ready?” look. He quickly signals that he is and she lets the robe slide off her body as she crawls onto the sofa and lies on her stomach. She wriggles as she finds that comfortable spot where her body is relaxed outstretched and she turns her head slightly to look back at him. He runs his eyes along the length of her body from her toes to her head. He gets up and walks towards her and brushes her face as he moves a tendril of her hair out of the way. He trails his fingers along her backside until he reaches her toes. He cups her feet in both hands and with a gentle squeeze he places them just so. He retreats back to his seat and finds his special brush.

Soft music playing in the background, he slowly glides his brush across the canvas. She feels each brushstroke across her back. She can tell, looking at his eyes, which part of her he is painting. She aches from the flutters she feels across her body as his eyes skim every part of her. She doesn’t have long to wait. He too is consumed by the need to touch her skin, hold her, and kiss every part of her. The night darkens and grows deep. The world is asleep.

Gosh, I totally forget about this blog when things are going well. It really is my tree house, where I come and hide. I have my other blogs that keep me occupied, but sometimes I just have to get away from people who know me. That’s what this blog is all about. Nothing fancy, just some place to vent.

It’s been a hectic month at work, and it shows no sign of stopping. I suppose that is a good thing, job security of sorts. Today is the girls’ last day of school, so summer vacation has started! M and I are devising details of The House Bootcamp. We are thinking of assigning chores for each of them and they have to do them before they do their fun things like being a couch potato, playing on the computer, or going out to the movies or mall. Going out with friends may cost a bathroom cleaning! hehe, aren’t we mean? This is the first summer they are spending at home. By the time it’s over, they may be wishing it was the last.

I think I will try to post something here everyday. Just to blab about nothing if there is nothing else. I think I’m doing pretty good blabbing about nothing so far.

I’m so glad my sister O has balls galore. She’s taking care of Pop’s problem. She went and reported the culprits to the Senior Action Network who, it sounds like, are a great group of people whose primary aim is to protect the rights of senior citizens. My dad is in no way incapacitated yet, he is just inflicted by the senior disease of apathy or just wanting to keep peace. It’s maddening sometimes, this his tendency to just give in rather than go through the drama. This is a different case of just giving in to someone though. You can give in to the whims of others to keep peace so long as it doesn’t harm you or anyone else. Bilking a senior citizen who no longer has a meaningful means to support himself for the remainder of his life is not right. To even have the gall to attempt to is contemptible. I hope a third party can clarify to them how wrong they are and my pop can get an equitable settlement out of this.

I just talked to my Pop last night, and he told me that the issue with his condo may finally be resolved by the end of the month. Hi step-daughter J is working on getting her financing straight so she can buy him out. When he told me how much she is buying him out, I almost blurted WTF!!??, but held my tongue. She is going to buy him out for half of the amount they originally paid for the condo. With the way real estate is in SF, the condo is worth double the original price. That means once she takes posession of the condo, she can turn around and sell it at market value and triple her investment. What a money grubbing witch! Pop needs the money to live on. No telling how long he will live on.

I feel bad for sister S, who is left to take care of everything just because she is the only one left unattached. I am contemplating what would be the best thing to do.

It’s been a while since I last posted, I guess I’ve been neglecting my tree house. Or rather, that I haven’t had much reason to hide out in my tree house lately. The new year has been good to me so far. I worry a lot still, but I try to put it in the back of my mind and think of more positive things rather than dwelling on the negatives.

I started a once a week yoga class after the new year, and I have enjoyed it immensely. This week, our instructor was out and so we didn’t have class. I actually missed it. My body was craving it. So I think this weekend I’ll try to find a video I can follow at home.

Yesterday was our 14th wedding anniversary. Has it really been that long? It’s hard to believe sometimes. We just stayed home, didn’t really do anything to celebrate. Another sign that we are getting old. Oh well. We are supposed to celebrate this weekend, maybe go out for dinner and see a movie. Of course the girls will be with us, so we’ll probably go see the new Harry Potter movie. No, I really don’t miss going out just the two of us. We enjoy being with the girls. We’re trying to enjoy their company as much as we can before they start not wanting to go places with us anymore.

Things have been going great with us lately, so I can’t rant. I can’t say this is how it will be forever, but I guess nothing in life is. Forever, I mean. That’s not necessarily a bad thing either. Things change as we grow older and learn more of what life is all about.

So, I take things one day at a time. Carpe diem. Today was a good day, and I am really happy with myself

So I got my butt whopped, figuratively, this morning by my doctor. Went for my biannual physical check up, yes, it has been two years since I got a check up Two years since I went off my meds, and two years since I really did anything to take care of myself.

I walked in the office, and the first thing they do, after they tell you to change into the hospital gown and have your butt air out, is to take your blood pressure. Mine was 190/104. That’s when the bells and whistles started going off. They kept asking me if I was feeling ok. Well, if I was feeling ok, I guess I wouldn’t have been there this morning, would I? The thing is, I have had a splitting headache for about a week now. Normally, my headaches go away with some meds. This time though, it hasn’t gone away. I’ve been taking two motrins in the morning and another two at night, and the headaches keep coming back. I have one now.

So, apparently, these darn headaches are my body’s way of telling me my BP has gone haywire and are threatening to burst. So I am back on BP meds, two of them. And just to continue my punishment for not taking care of myself, she has scheduled me for my first mamogram. Yuck! Oh, she also gave me a tetanus shot that is still hurting my arm like heck. But, what the heck, these things are supposed to prolong my life if they don’t kill me first.

The sound of silence can be defeaning. We talk but we don’t talk. Does that make sense? I still feel unresolved. I haven’t had closure from our last conversation and so I can’t go on.

Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

~Simon & Garfunkel

Things are still not quite kosher. Something has somehow gotten lost in the translation and still misunderstood. I don’t like getting upset because it does take me a long time to recover. I like to have closure. At the end of a conversation, especially like the one we had, I like to, at the end of it, have an understanding of what we accomplished and what we’ve decided. Instead, I feel like I’ve been left hanging again, to sit and wait…