I woke up early this morning and fired up the coffee pot. Then I hit the study and got a truck load of site updates and blog posting done.
It wasn’t like I had to write anything. The posts were already done and in WordPress drafts waiting for me to edit them.
I didn’t realize that it was only four thirty in the morning. I just awoke feeling good and wide awake.
Julia was clearly in a very deep sleep. So… I just let her be.
Then, as I was wrapping up the last post I heard, “It’s 6:53 AM. Do you know where I can find a hot and sexy man to play with around here?”
“Good morning sweety,” I said as I hit the post button. “Did you have a good night’s sleep?”
I then felt a kiss on my neck and the brush of that long gorgeous hair of hers. It was very relaxing and sensual in that moment.
“Yes,” she responded. She then breathed in my ear, “Come give a girl a little pleasure?”
I turned to her smiling and said, “I’m thinking that actually sounds like an awesome idea that should be made reality.” And… With that, I stood and without warning, swept her off her feet, carrying her into the bedroom for… Well… Maybe I shouldn’t kiss and tell this time. But… I will say this. At the end of a half hour, “She was very happy!”
She didn’t have any clients this morning and I’d gotten everything I wanted to get done business wise before our joyful interlude. So… We hit McDonald’s for a light breakfast and then the ShopRite in Sparta NJ to pick up a few things.
There weren’t a lot of people around when we got there. So… Julia texted me a list of stuff she figured I’d have no trouble locating while she took care of the rest.
I guess some people would have questioned the wisdom of turning one’s blind husband loose in the grocery store complete with a shopping cart. But… Thankfully, “Julia thinks differently.”
Yeah… That handy little thing in my pocket called an iPhone is a blind person’s best friend at times when it comes to independence. And… Microsoft’s Seeing AI really is a ass kicking app.
I only had to Facetime with her once to locate something the phone wasn’t reading back to me. But… All in all, “It worked out well.”
“Did you have fun with your toy?” Julia asked me slyly at the register. I nodded saying, “Only because it was in service to you.”
“Such bullshit,” Julia said with a snort of laughter. “You like doing your own thing,” she teased. “Now admit it!”
I smiled and pinched her ass as I moved passed her to pay the bill. It’s probably a good thing that no one else was on line because, even if only the cashier had seen where my wife’s hands were as I ran my credit card through the machine… Well… “I think we both would have been arrested.”
When we got home and put everything away, it was only 11:00 AM. So, we decided to listen to more of Clive Cussler’s Mediterranean Caper on Audible. Alexa is a beautiful thing when you can have her working for you in any room in your house.
After lunch Julia headed to the office. “Why don’t you take a nap for a little while Babe? You had to have woken up at 3:30 AM given the amount of work you got done,” she suggested. I chuckled saying, “Given your sense of the time it takes me to do stuff on my list I’m thinking you should be trainable to do what I do in no time.”
She took my hand saying, “Perhaps.” She then kissed me and said, “But I don’t think I’d be nearly as creative with the solutions for people’s problems as you are.”
“Keep stroking my ego. Ah… That feels so good,” I teased. She laughed, gave me a big hug and one last kiss before heading on down the road to her office in town.
I did take some time to do a long meditation. But… Then I began writing more content for one of my sites based on the ideas that came out of that meditation.
Julia came home as I was wrapping up and started dinner saying, “I think I’ve got a line on an aluminum rowboat we might be able to convert into a sailboat.” I was sitting at the table at that point cutting up a few things for our salads and said, “Cool! Let’s check it out this weekend then.”
She said with her voice aglow, “Great minds do think alike because that is exactly what I was thinking. The woman isn’t asking much money for it either. She just wants it gone.”
I asked, “Remnants of a divorce?” The wife stopped what she was doing over by the stove for a minute and walked over to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “No,” she answered, “Her husband passed away and used to use it for fishing on lake Hopatcong.”
Julia then paused and took a deep breath before asking, “Honey? Um… How do you feel about buying a boat that someone died in?”
I looked at her in silence for a long moment before answering, “I don’t have a problem with that. She might not be so fast to sell it too us if she knows what’s going to be done to it though. How did he die?”
Julia turned back to the stove after giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze and said, “Well… He was a very young Ninety-three and passed away from a heart attack. The woman you’ll be meeting is sixty-five and doesn’t show her age, either. They really were a beautiful couple.”
As we ate dinner she told me, “The woman was downsizing so she could move into a smaller home and, while her husband loved the water, it wasn’t her thing and just wants to sell the boat to someone who will put it to good use. Apparently, the man kept things immaculate from the house to the lawn and everything in between. So, even though it’s about fifteen years old, the boat is in really good shape from what she described.”
“Is it a conflict of interest for you?” I asked. Julia said, “Always the perceptive one. No. I don’t think it will be a problem because she’s a therapist from another practice further down the line that I’ve touched base with from time to time over the years. She’s kind of like a mentor to me and actually the reason I got into therapy in the first place.”
“Cool,” I said. “I’ll call her tomorrow and let her know we’re coming buy on Saturday then,” Julia stated.
The rest of the evening passed easily with us reading more of Clive’s book via Audible. And… Julia is now sleeping comfortably on the living room couch. We’ll figure out where she drifted off in the book when we next start reading it again. But I’m pretty sure we’ll only need to drop back about ten minutes. But even if the book needs to be rewound more, “It’s all good!”