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Bunches and bunches
2017-06-04 21:41:57 (UTC)

Saving Mr. Goodtimes

I had a spectacular night. I went to an art closing, same as an opening really. Wine, cheese, adults, it was heaven. And the art was magnificent. It was French Moderns, which although is not my favorite, it is pretty close. Pierre Bonnard, Gustave Caillebotte, Paul Cézanne, Marc Chagall, Camille Corot, Gustave Courbet, Edgar Degas, Jean-Léon Gérôme, Fernand Léger, Édouard Manet, Henri Matisse, Jean-François Millet, Claude Monet, Berthe Morisot, Gabriele Münter, Odilon Redon, Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Auguste Rodin, Yves Tanguy, and Édouard Vuillard and that is a partial list. I also saw Picasso, Mary Cassatt, Van Gogh, and others though it was a reasonably small showing, just one or two from each, when wove together it made quite the narrative. I confess to breathing in the Gauguin ( A Tahitian no less!) and the Van Gogh, that is love for me anytime I can be in the same place as one or the other.


Then over to the relatives to pick up my daughter and spend a little time with my niece and nephew. They decided I simply had to try mayonnaise on my corn with chili bits, it was reminiscent of Los Angeles and the old dried mango lollipops, so it was not a total miss. Those as well were never one of my favorites, but I am a sucker for the finer edges of childhood. The memories often move me to tears, though not enough to eat the old lollipops!

This evening caps off a terrific morning I had. I slept in and had the best dreams. You see he's back, Mr. Goodtiimes, that beloved man of my dreams. And living so much and imaginatively in my dreams, well, Mr. Goodtimes is a fair representation of all the bits and pieces I want wrapped up in one man. I almost banished him, you see I made him look like that guy, well who that guy used to be a long. long time ago and after it all went so very, very badly in real, actual life, well I can't say I really wanted him around. I was in mourning, grieving for my shattered dreams and the reminder was too painful. So I became sort of lonely in my dreams without Mr. Goodtimes. I tried some stand-ins, a few actors I am especially fond of and the like, but nothing really resonated with me the way Mr. Goodtimes did.

So I decided, since I created him, he was mine and welcomed him back with open arms. I know this image is not that guy, too bad, so sad, but definitely not that guy. So I can enjoy him as my faux boyfriend, you know slightly taller than me, really into me and not a big talker. Yes, I am a female chauvinist, men should be gorgeous and seldom speak, if it can reasonably be avoided and when they do it should be all doting sugar pouring forth. Yes, I adore Mr. Goodtimes, who wouldn't? Best Friend said I should write some erotica or romance starring him and I have to say I am tempted. Maybe I will, he's mine so I will do with him whatever I please, yum and then some more.

So this morning I rolled around in one of those soft focus, white bedrooms the kind they always use to hock bleach. My whites were especially white! With Mr. Goodtimes arms wrapped loosely around me, laughing. I am having my cake and eating it, too! He might have said something, but that's a real who cares moment. Only that I like his low voice to offset my higher one. I scarcely discuss anything with him, so I typically just laugh or tell him to kiss me. He's got these eyes that change color, sometimes blue, sometimes violet, rarely gray and he is always staring at me. I add a twinkle in his eye, I know a little cartoonish, but I like the stories with twinkling eyes. He's tall, pale, head full of golden curls, okay so that is just me, and lightly muscled.

I thought this morning I would really go for it. I never take him to bed, I have no idea why not, my dreams are so very rarely so G-rated. But this morning when I saw him, I knew I wanted to, so I whipped up the bleached sheets commercial bedroom and took a literal roll (without hay) with him. And here's the strange part, I decided that we would be good together but not fireworks good. Just sort of warm and effortless, maybe I wanted to take it easy with Mr. Goodtimes since I was getting the whole shebang, uh I could have picked something less accurate. I do think that was it, since he was banished for a time, I wanted reintroduce myself a little slowly. It was everything I wanted, ah Mr. Goodtimes, it is so good to have you back.




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