-Nial Kent
"The Divided Path"
The following is on page 15 of the 'Te Matare Ramirez'
Restaurante menu in Buenos Aires, Argentina
ISN'T SHE A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN?
Yes, incredibly beautiful. Now, above all, when her instincts have started to rouse, enticed by the ardent corruptions I drizzle in her ear. My left hand feels, there on her breast, how her skin has become tense and hot. Her blood begins to boil. This is the moment she reaches her climax, or (to put it in the academic terms) that what philosophers call absolute of the alchemist transubtantiation.
The word that best applies to her body is: plentiful. Stirred by my salacious fictions, everything in her turns to curve and prominence, winding elevation, softness. That is the consistency that the expert should prefer for his lover at the time of love: tender abundance which seems just about to overflow but keeps firm, supple, resilient like ripe fruit and freshly kneaded dough, that soft texture the Italians call morbidezza, a word that even when referring to bread sounds lustful.
After the above excerpt I shall have to save 'Desserts' for tomorrow. Smiles.
Twenty-five years ago today:
April 3, 1984, Tuesday
This morning dragged on a bit with watching 'Good Morning America' and a soap-opera called 'Loving'. I went in and outside to the porch as I observed the indecisive sun. It would continually come out and then hide again behind the clouds as if to tease me.
I felt some raspiness in my throat. I was trying to kill it with coffee, knowing it is not the best antidote.
Chris telephoned us.
"I can't get out at eleven but I will be able to at one o'clock," he said happily.
Barbara and I simply hung out and sat on the porch for a while.
Chris finally arrived but 'in a bad mood'. He was telling us how he had to cut all of the lawns via tractor at the USCG Humboldt Base. I didn't dare say it aloud but I was thinking how lucky that he was able to sit on a tractor to do the laborious chore. Chris had to have a quick crash nap for about fifteen minutes. After a bit of encouragement he was able to get up and venture out to "Critters & Co.".
We went to "Critters & Co." to pick up James (the dog). It was the pet that Barbara and Chris adopted. James was getting a cleaning. He looked so cute and clean, like a completely different dog.
Barbara received her IRS Tax Refund yesterday. We accompanied her to Eureka Stereo. She wanted a new stereo. After the first look we decided to go to Sears to see what they had in terms of stereo inventory. I was having fun playing a few video games. Chris and I were contemplating a plan to 'get rid of' Barb. In the end, we didn't choose to 'ditch' her.
We all had homemade pie at Jacoby's in Arcata. I bought another greeting card. Both Chris and I were thrilled to find cool sunglasses, too.
http://www.jacobystorehouse.com/history.php
We relaxed at home for a while until it was time to dress for dinner. We decided to go for Chinese Food. Who gets dressed for Chinese Food? We do. Chris received a telephone call from his mother as we were getting ready. I felt so bad because from what I had overheard she was entering the hospital on April 13th.
"I'm sorry I couldn't fulfill everything that I wanted to for you," Chris' mother said.
It made Chris cry. I felt so bad. Words can't express how I wanted to help soothe his crying soul. I believe I did comfort him though. I gave him a few hugs that I believe helped.
While all of this was taking place Barbara and Jim Severn were attempting to install her new stereo in the living room.
"I'll meet you guys at the restaurant," Barbara said.
That gave Chris and I the go ahead to leave. Chris didn't want to talk about his mom because it made him sad. It also made me depressed to see him depressed, so we skirted the subject.
Barbara took a while to arrive for dinner. I guess there were stereo connection problems. We were all stuffed and enjoying ourselves that we forgot to take home the leftovers! We ended up at 'Burgies', a lounge, for a Brandy Alexander.
We eventually ended up at the Old Bar & Grill to watch Elvin Bishop perform. He wasn't my kind of entertainment. I thought he made noise (not music). I looked 'cool', wearing Chris' sport coat and striped 'Papillon' pants. We all agreed we looked out of place in this joint. It was like going through a time warp back in time (between 1968 and 1972)! It made for amusing fun.
The rain mixed with the drinking made me feel like I was having strep throat symptoms. I didn't feel to hot. We all did get up and dance to a song called "Go With The Flow". We made the night fun. We took our wine glasses home as souvenirs. They allowed us to do that. It wasn't like the naughty behavior at Denny's.
We finally left the dang joint. And when we were almost home we realized that we left Chris' car parked in Eureka! How foolish is that? The alcohol stirred our brains. We drove back and I had to drive Chris' car because he wasn't in high grade condition to do so.
When we were home we continued to party in the living room with the new stereo.
We danced to a song by Style Council called "My Ever Changing Moods". It's such a good song. It described our feelings and moods at this late hour completely.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJeP3mipHQY
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