As we enter our third week of confinement, I have to be honest and tell you we’re pretty sick of one another in this house. And so we had a virtual dinner party.
If this was the before time, I would have not stopped at the fifth rewrite of this morning’s post about the virtual dinner party we had on Saturday.
Over the years, Margie has given me a license to be who I really am. Her life has become my guide to being what she calls a “curious woman.”
I began to receive advice about a half an hour after I posted about my sad sex life. Lots of commiseration, too. Here’s a sampling.
Who wants to waste all these hard-earned and, by now, well-polished skills and deep experiences? Why wouldn’t we want to share them with someone we really lust for and give us both the time of our lives?
If you have spent any time with my writing, you know I’m nothing if not lazy and low-rent. So you will not find recipes, absolutely no decorating/centerpiece instructions here.
I’d be surprise if Jerry Bianco idea hadn’t haunted him during his whole time at the Navy Yard, always mapping it out in his head, tenaciously believing he could make a submarine where there never should have been a submarine.