Could old Hemingway help it if he liked sex? Does that automatically deserve more criticism?
Well, I can see why he moved to France.
This topic of sex is one of the touchiest in the U.S. of A, and I'm trying to wrap my beautiful head (and mind!) around this problem. First off, didn't God make us to want to have sex? Was he wrong to do so?
I know, I know -- it's how, when, who, and how often that makes it all complicated, but let's just remember that we are all animals. . . and, well, men ARE a little different than the ladies. We know we're "dogs" in this regard, but that IS how God made US. But I repeat myself.
It's all back to the Puritan discomfort with pleasure, isn't it?
I'm harping on those Puritans again, but we're all still in recovery thanks to their bad seamanship!
I'm not sure what the future holds for me, but I'm ready to try the French lifestyle, just to see how it does feel to relax some of these rules and judgment. Think about it. Just how good might it feel?!? Unfortunately, I can only know in my dreams -- but if I were human, I'd be working on my French!
"If you are lucky enough to live in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast." Ernest Hemingway to a friend in 1950
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Ah, to Sleep!
Have you missed me?
Well, given this horrible weather around Richmond, I've been taking part in the time-honored tradition of napping, one of God's gifts to us all.
Now, I know that many of you Puritan types think that naps are just sinful, a waste of precious time, when so many more important things could be accomplished. I'm sorry you feel this way because you are missing a very important part of the day -- that relaxed, drowsy, lazy period that should be savored to its fullest! Felines natually particpate in this healthy habit (our version of meditation), but perhaps you humans could learn from us on this one.
Hem had this part right, too. The guy knew the value of a good snooze and he sometimes slept on the second floor of his writing studio in Key West -- because it just felt so good to take a little shut-eye in the afternoon. Then, after a drink or two when he woke and wrote some more, he couldn't quite balance his way back across the catwalk to the mainhouse -- and had to stay the night. . . where he slept happily, I might add.
So -- time for me to move on to my ELEVENTH nap of the day, folks. Ta ta!
"I love to sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?"
Ernest Hemingway
Coming soon: two more S-related topics. . . .
Well, given this horrible weather around Richmond, I've been taking part in the time-honored tradition of napping, one of God's gifts to us all.
Now, I know that many of you Puritan types think that naps are just sinful, a waste of precious time, when so many more important things could be accomplished. I'm sorry you feel this way because you are missing a very important part of the day -- that relaxed, drowsy, lazy period that should be savored to its fullest! Felines natually particpate in this healthy habit (our version of meditation), but perhaps you humans could learn from us on this one.
Hem had this part right, too. The guy knew the value of a good snooze and he sometimes slept on the second floor of his writing studio in Key West -- because it just felt so good to take a little shut-eye in the afternoon. Then, after a drink or two when he woke and wrote some more, he couldn't quite balance his way back across the catwalk to the mainhouse -- and had to stay the night. . . where he slept happily, I might add.
So -- time for me to move on to my ELEVENTH nap of the day, folks. Ta ta!
"I love to sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?"
Ernest Hemingway
Coming soon: two more S-related topics. . . .
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