these days of leiderhosen

..that the title of the previous post has much to do with the content. I have been lately writing in an altered state, so I might as well call this what this latest writing is and just go with that.  Read, if you like, Darlings. Mme. L.

My mum. I don't know when I started calling her "mum". Much longer than after I moved out of the state and relied on PBS releases of BBC comedy for my lessons in culture, style and, occasionally, diction. This is not exactly make me the hot and witty chick the men I wanted WANTED. I was a bit strange. To this day the word banana is pronounced "BAH-nah-nah". Anything too nasal just does not belong to fruit. No. And as I write this: the sports bra I was wearing exploded. Danskins/Freestyle, front zip just separated company  and popped apart under my 2000 french blue man's shirt with the name 'Atticus" over the heart, on the pocket. My name is not Atticus but the character of Mister Finch lingers, close enough to remind me how people are, how mobs behave, where fear belongs.  Maybe I am still a bit strange. I threw away the sports bra; it was the not the first instance of zipper divorce. I gave it another shot at my chest and BOOM mid-post. Like ...

I love getting email from my older brother Mark. It's the most confused of all my relationships.  August 15-16th  http://kdvr.com/2015/08/15/d-c-new-york-flight-delays-caused-by-air-traffic-glitch-faa-says/ ----------------------------  Email from Mark: Mme?  Did the airline get u out?  --------------------------------- Email reply from Mme L: How astute of you to remember.  Yeah. Yes: by the very hair of my teeth. By FIVE stinkin' minutes and only because one of the pilots was double-parking his previous flight. Many didn't make it home at all and I had no kids, no plans I couldn't get out of today. I felt very guilty and you know I don't favor guilt. There were two large packs of  Chinese high school student totaling more than 120; these were informed that there two flights connecting back home  had been cancelled outright. Confusion, mayhem, hysteria. Bad very bad. I was a complete disaster: I may have burst...

Subject: 4:35 AM Santa Cruz The Dream Inn has been utterly redone, from the ground up. It's maybe a little more Mod than my taste, (use of orange/avocado, blockier lines) but the sheets are very nice and it's quite elegant in its own right. Plus, there's the ocean: the perfect soundtrack. Our room overlooks the pier and the Boardwalk. I can see lights all around the Bay and the odd car far, far away. We walked to the Surfing Museum at sunset. It must have been Prom last night in Santa Cruz with every young person all glammed up and taking photos. Prom dresses have become even more hideous, if that is possible. Neon orange, indecisive hems, dubious uses of chiffon. One lady wore a full length bronze sequin contraption that looked a bit like a massive fishing lure. I sound ungracious. They were all young and fresh and happy and glorious. Perfect for a Friday evening in Paradise. Young men, alas, ALWAYS require the lecture on blue tuxedos and rented shoes, but they will outgr...

Strangely I've been more involved my Da's life.

Sherlock S3 Extras 1 by holmesandwatson

The other night I managed to coax the Steven for an evening walk down Market to the Ferry Building. It was lovely: pinky-gold bouncy light, the surprise of bright yellow antique street car, a clear deepening sky. And the holiday had hit and San Francisco can even make that shit look good.  "Teenage American Graffitii" was sounding pretty good so we ankled-over to the North End and after a good long wait, there it was: dinner. As we nibbled each garlic fry it be came evident that the large European family who had squashed themselves in to tiny table overlooking the ice rink on the Embarcadero was entering into a bit of an arguement. The Father could not have been older that I, yet he had five kids! And was still together with the Missus! And had managed to a vacation and snow hats for all his family! In temperate California! Amazing. Flag green crew sweater, angular and expensive Euro glasses, red socks and long shorts. He looked like Tintin might look if he lost every ca...