Message in a Bottle.

I would have titled this post 'the tight condom', but I thought blog surfers with sex on their minds might find it. This morning I was walking with my dog and picking up roadside garbage as I do every morning. I saw what looked like a big plastic gin bottle. I picked it up. It was a mouthwash bottle and it had a lot of pencil written paper stuffed in it. Well if people will stuff their personal correspondence into giant mouthwash bottles and fling them out of car windows they can't expect me not to read them. This was an unfinished letter from a high school girl to some boy. There was also a speeding ticket and an academic progress record in the bottle. The girl got nothing but As and Fs. She averaged out a C. She wrote very well. She told the boy that she really valued the time they had spent alone working on an assignment. She said it was the first time she had been alone with him except for when they had sex, and sex was all right, but sometimes it was nice to be with someone and not have sex. She said she was writing to him because she expressed herself better on paper than when talking to him face to face. She wanted to know why he hadn't told her his condom was too tight the last time they had sex. "That's something I can't know," she said, "unless you tell me."
When I hear people say things don't change I have to disagree with that. I think young women have changed a lot. I'm not talking about the chattering class, I'm talking about the average girl. I think they have taken up equality with a vengeance. Hurray for them, except I wish boys had become sweeter and gentler instead of girls getting more aggressive.
Had dinner on the patio of a Mexican restaurant. It was cold so they had these portable propane fireplaces that they rolled around so everyone could feel their warmth. It was pleasant and weird to see these flaming logs trundling around the place. Very festive and the food wasn't that bad. We got into a slight political argument with the owner. I keep forgetting to be as calm and empathetic as I want to be. The owner gave us home made chocolate chip cookies so I guess we didn't bother him too much. I told him I could see the Virgin of Guadalupe in my cookie. He didn't care. He's Jewish I guess.
I have filled six 55 gallon industrial plastic bags with compacted pecan leaves. That's just the beginning. Two of my three trees are still green. I've picked up about 40 lb of nuts. The picture is a dead pecan leaf from last year. Those must be fastidious bugs that eat around all the little leaf capillaries!