Felicity and the Bright Red Pumps

Felicity stood nude in front of the full-length mirror.

She didn’t look forty.

Her hair?

Still thick and black.

Felicity inspected her breasts: firm and free of puckers.

She stepped back from the mirror for a last quick take.

Her skin fit perfectly.

Roger watched from the bed.

Mornings were difficult for him, more so recently, with
the burning in his gut that never goes away.

He grimaced and took another swig of his coffee.

“What?” Felicity asked.

“What, what?” replied Roger.

“You made a face.”

“Did I?”

“Don’t be coy darling. Is it me?”

“It’s never you.” Roger said. “It’s me. My stomach hurts.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better–tell me the
truth: you think I’m a hag!”

Roger gestured toward a chair by the bed.

“Have a seat Imelda.”

Felicity sat and smiled, “Bring me my choose.”

Roger hopped up and scurried over to the walk in closet.

Felicity watched him cross the room.

“I like that little droop in your ass.”

“I should have known not to let you see me naked. How
many pairs do want, Imelda?”

“Bring me my dance shoes!” Felicity laughed. “I was giving you
a compliment; you’re a sexy older man.”

“And you are well-preserved; are these the heels you want?”

Roger held up a pair of bright red Christian Louboutin
cha-cha heels.

“Perfect Ferdinand; you may kees my toes.”

“Will you promise to give me a break on the age thing?

“Oh, but Roger, Roger, Roger; I’m having a mid-life crisis: there
are books to buy and surgeons to consult!”

Roger crossed the room, knelt by her feet and said
in a mocking whine: “When I feel old I feel guilty!”

Felicity slipped her feet into her pumps and stood: “That’s
the spirit, darling. You write the book; I’ll buy the shoes.”

 

<c> Robert Goldstein 1990 -2017 All Rights Reserved

for Christy Birmingham with a change of perspective.

Heat Wave

The last things I do as a San Franciscan is check the weather.

I go out ready for all seasons; most San Franciscans
I know carry backpacks.

Friday morning, ready for autumn, winter and spring,
I took a circuitous 3-mile hike to see my therapist.

I arrived for the 12:30 session drenched in sweat.

I later learned I’d taken that hike as the temperature climbed
to 106 degrees.

By the time I got home, I had a throbbing headache and was sick.

It was almost worse in the apartment and the temperature didn’t
drop by much overnight.

At midnight, the temperature was still 90 degrees Fahrenheit.

“If the temperature remains elevated overnight, that’s when we see
the increase in deaths. The body becomes overwhelmed because it
doesn’t get the respite that it needs.” The Scientific American.

This was Saturday’s nights alert:

Screen shot of an excessive heat warning in San Francisco at 9 PM Saturday Night
September 2nd Excessive Heat Warning – 6 PM

I spent most of Saturday cooling down under frequent showers
and watching the recent season of MST3K on Netflix or going
off on anti-trump twitter rants, which seem to require less energy
than blogging.

By ten pm, the temperature dropped and I was able to sleep.

This morning the headache is gone and I can think and work.

If you’re in a heat wave avoid 3-mile hikes.

Here are some tips from the CDC:

CDC Guidelines for self care in a Heatwave
Take Care of yourself in a Heat Wave

(c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved

CDC info-graphic from Multomah County

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Scapegoating Children in a Calculated Ploy to Win Votes is Child Abuse.

In January 2014, the California GOP made a calculated decision to target trans students in a ballot measure to overturn new protections for California’s transgender students.

The California Referendum on AB 1266, Transgender Student Participation Based on Gender Identity (2014)  did not make it to the ballot but that didn’t stop the GOP from scapegoating trans people to win votes in the 2016 election.

The RNC made a strategic decision to start a new culture war over the rights
and humanity of an estimated 700,000 transgender Americans.

The result is Trump’s ban on trans people in the military.

This cynical intrusion of the lives of innocent Americans is already
unacceptable.

But to start by using the children of California is repugnant.

If you agree with me, please call your GOP reps and tell them to stop toying
with the lives of innocent people.

Tell them you want policies, not scapegoats!

 

Speed Dial Congress 202-224-3121
Speed Dial Congress

 

 

(c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved

Congressional Switchboard Graphic found on Twitter.

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