I have an appointment with Sharyn on Friday to get my hair cut.

Those who know me or have been reading for awhile will understand the significance of that.

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I mentioned a bikini incident a couple of posts ago. I’ve mentioned before that I find the social interaction of humans interesting and at times humorous.  I find that we do silly things when looked at logically.  For instance, I’ve always thought it silly to say, “God bless you,” when someone sneezes. It’s a normal body function.  And the origins of saying it are quite backward and intellectually silly.     I mean…. we don’t say, “Devil take you,” when someone farts.

I look at the habits that people have and they intrigue me. The bikini incident is one of those kinds of things.

I was arriving at a client’s location a couple of years back.  The home was a trailer with a deck/porch built on the side.  I pulled up to the parking spot at the end of the trailer and noticed some people sunning on the deck. It was a male and two females.   The male was the husband.  The females were the daughter and the wife.  As I turned off the car, I noticed the two females get up and cover up the bottom half.  If I remember correctly they used a towel and a pair of pants respectively.  I thought, “They must want to be modest.” I approached the deck and the wife then lead me in the door and to the computer room.   While she was describing the problem with the computer, we were standing face-to-face at a “respect your space” distance, but a little closer than normal because it was a trailer. As she was talking, she took hold of the left half of her bikini top with her left hand; pulled out slightly; placed her right hand between the bikini and the breast in a fashion cupping the breast; and proceeded to adjust and fit the breast comfortably in the bikini. She did this all while talking as if it was an instinctual operation.

In addition to keeping eye contact and not drawing attention to it, I tried to keep from smiling.  It was all I could do to keep from laughing at the irony of putting on pants so that the tech couldn’t see your bottom half; but then soon after proceeding to make blatant adjustments to “the girls” while the tech is facing you from a couple of feet away.  Such is the human animal.

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Fall is arriving in all it’s painted glory.  I noticed today — even with the rain — that the colors have increased dramatically over the last two days or so.

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I had planned on taking the Volusia out on Sunday.  It was supposed to get to a high of 80 with clear skies and sun.  I got in touch with Rhillai and we planned to meet at a park called “Cooper’s Rock” which is a natural rock formation that is amazing.

When Sunday arrived, I was torn whether to go.  With my computer being down for an upgrade gone awry, I wanted it fixed.  But,  I was waiting for a drive to copy which was going to take a few hours.  That had me at a standstill of sorts.  Plus, I think I was needing some time away from that for a bit.  I thought about working on my Jeep, since it was needing the rear brakes.  I thought about staying home and working on that; but wasn’t sure if there was a recall on the brakes.  I wondered how much might be covered under the warranty.  I didn’t think there would be much if any at all… but thought it would be worth calling to find out.  So, I decided to go ahead with the motorcycle ride.

I met with Rhillai at Cooper’s Rock and we looked at the overlook and then went to look at an 1800’s iron furnace which is a bit of a walk down a trail.   It was a nice ride; but the ride back was nicer.  I took the back roads on the way back and was more leisurely than the ride there. The ride there was mostly 4 lane with me going highway speeds. I picked a perfect day for the ride, though.  It was warm and clear skies with a bright sun.

It was nice to be able to talk to Rhillai for a bit, too.

I was thinking during the return ride that it was the kind of day that Sharyn and I would have gone for a ride. It was the perfect kind of day for her. Normally, one of us would have called the other and we would have ridden together.  Sigh.

When I returned, the drive was finished copying and I set to work on getting my problem solved. Within a few minutes, I got things on the road to repair and was finally making progress. So, at times, it’s good to walk away from a problem for a bit.

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