La versión en español está después de la versión en inglés.
I LOST TRACK OF TIME yesterday. At 11:30 last night, I finally realized I hadn’t posted anything and I decided it was too late in the day. As I began to write, I wanted to apologize that it wasn’t worth the wait. But then I went for a walk midstream and found some sightings to share, which made me feel better.
I’m one step ahead of San Geraldo in book production. I’m awaiting one final interview transcription from him, which will be easy to format, and chapter 11 will be done. Six more to go, which he expects to feed me fairly quickly. No new research, photos, or discoveries need to be added.
The problem with a book on family history that leads up to current times, and the problems with a writer who loves research, is that there’s always something waiting to be discovered. Some new information from a family member. A long forgotten letter. A box of unseen photos. Another memory. Another historic document posted online. Fortunately, the final chapters have been researched to death (or life) and are of a vintage where there are no outstanding photos, interviews, or letters to be unpacked. At least that’s what San Geraldo thinks.
Despite SG’s regular visits to the bakery, and the recent loaves of chocolate chip banana bread, my walking and (mediocre) workouts have paid off. I’ve lost nearly 6 pounds / 2.7 kilos since I hit my peak. The pounds weren’t a concern, but the extra inch around the middle was. I have 10 pairs of Levis, some brand new, that I couldn’t close. I can close them again, but they’re not comfortable. I’ll keep working on it. I am not giving up on those Levis.
I have to wear my bottom retainer for 2 or 3 hours during the day. It’s a life(waist)-saver. I can’t eat when the retainer is in my mouth. So those afternoon snacks San Geraldo loves to offer aren’t a possibility.
It’s a pleasant day. Clear blue skies, then overcast, then just clouds, then clear blue skies. We’ve been experiencing haze and a dusty rose–colored sky in the evening when the winds change direction. The ash from the volcano on the Canary Islands nearly 1,000 miles away. Unimaginable.
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AYER PERDÍ LA PISTA DEL tiempo. A las 11:30 de anoche, finalmente me di cuenta de que no había publicado nada y decidí que era demasiado tarde. Cuando comencé a escribir, quería disculparme porque no valía la pena la espera. Pero luego fui a caminar y encontré algunos avistamientos para compartir, lo que me hizo sentir mejor.
Estoy un paso por delante de San Geraldo en la producción de libros. Estoy esperando una transcripción final de la entrevista suya, que será fácil de formatear, y el capítulo 11 estará terminado. Quedan seis más, que espera darme con bastante rapidez. No es necesario agregar nuevas investigaciones, fotos o descubrimientos.
El problema con un libro de historia familiar que lleva a los tiempos actuales, y los problemas con un escritor que ama la investigación, es que siempre hay algo por descubrir. Alguna información nueva de un miembro de la familia. Una carta olvidada hace mucho tiempo. Una caja de fotos invisibles. Otro recuerdo. Otro documento histórico publicado en línea. Afortunadamente, los capítulos finales han sido investigados a muerte (o vida) y son de una época en la que no hay fotos, entrevistas o cartas sobresalientes que desempacar. Al menos eso es lo que piensa San Geraldo.
A pesar de las visitas regulares de SG a la panadería y las recientes hogazas de pan de plátano con chispas de chocolate, mis caminatas y entrenamientos (mediocres) han dado sus frutos. He perdido casi 6 libras / 2,7 kilos desde que llegué a mi punto máximo. Las libras no eran una preocupación, pero la pulgada adicional alrededor del medio sí lo era. Tengo 10 pares de Levis, algunos nuevos, que no pude cerrar. Puedo cerrarlos de nuevo, pero no se sienten cómodos. Seguiré trabajando en eso. No me rendiré con esos Levis. Tengo que usar mi retenedor inferior durante 2 o 3 horas durante el día. Es un salvavidas (cintura). No puedo comer cuando el retenedor está en mi boca. Así que esos bocadillos de la tarde que le encanta ofrecer a San Geraldo no son una posibilidad.
Es otro hermoso día. Cielos despejados, temperaturas agradables, sol. Hemos estado experimentando neblina y un cielo polvoriento de color rosa por la noche cuando los vientos cambian de dirección. La ceniza del volcán en las Islas Canarias a casi 1.000 millas de distancia. No imaginable.
• Llamó a eso una rebanada. Deberías ver la losa que cortó él mismo.
• Otra razón por la que la apariencia del pañal no funciona. O tal vez simplemente está feliz.
• Las mujeres no estaban con él. Cuando pasó, comenzaron a reír y tuvieron que detenerse y sentarse en la pared. Yo venía de la otra dirección. Desde el frente, no quedaba nada a la imaginación. Na-Da.
• Después de 15 minutos en el Paseo (bajándose un poco más el traje de baño a medida que avanzaba), se dirigió a la playa. Dos hombres que manejaban esa zona de asientos le dijeron que se arreglara los pantalones cortos. No entendía español, así que lo imitaron y luego dijeron: “Esto no es una playa nudista.” (Ni una colonia nudista).
Quite the accomplishment on SG’s and your part to almost complete this family history.
What would be next on the agenda? Maybe your family history possibly.
Mr. Nude-Man appears to have a lot to ‘say’!
Jim:
Mr. Nude-Man should keep it to himself. As for MY family history, not a chance. SG has better things in the works.
OMG! Speechless.
David:
There were double-takes and giggles all along the way.
You’re correct. Nothing left to the imagination–happy not to have seen a front view. Sheesh. I’d be like the women in the photo–a bit stunned at first and then would fall over laughing–could see my daughter and I doing something just like that. I am surprised those fellows said something to him, but more power to them. Clearly, the fellow had some issues and wanted to let them all hang out. Some things are better left tucked away…
Speaking of which, the other Mr Tucker either caught a breeze or he was indeed happy to see someone/thing. Looking at the photo again, with that little area of white underneath almost makes it look like a (small) smiling shark. 🙂
Mary:
The exhibitionist must be a tourist wanting to get the best tan possible. Oh, the front, was shocking. I won’t say more. The diaper look always causes fabric bulges in inappropriate places. And, now I can’t unsee the smiling shark!
Honestly, WHAT could he be thinking?!?! Did you get any hint of what nationality he is? I’m wondering if he comes from a more libertine place. (Off the top of my head I’m not sure where that might be.)
Bravo on getting so much work done on the book!
Steve:
He didn’t appear to be English-speaking either. And my guess is he’s only here for a short time and wants to get a reallly “good” tan.
If that geezer flashing his bits doesn’t kill your appetite, I don’t know what will!
Debra:
Oh, you should thank me for not taking a picture from the front. Dear god.
The sense of lost time this way sounds rare and scrumptious
About the fellow in the photo…. don’t they have (moral) police officers running around asking people to cover up?
Urspo:
We’re not puritanical here, but if any official had seen him I’m sure they would have told him to cover up at least a bit. In that time, I saw no beach patrols and no police. So the owners of that beach club took it upon themselves.
I will never be able to unsee that man.
Never.
Bob:
Be thankful you didn’t see what I saw. I love nude beaches, but walking down the street like that in a town that’s not clothing optional is really inappropriate. (And funny.)
Takes all kinds doesn’t it!
Ron:
It sure does.
What an odd duck.
The blues in your sky and sea photos are sooooo wonderful to look at. Merci!
Judy C:
Right now it’s overcast on the beach and vivid blue over the mountains. Stunning. The odd duck was wearing a very nice hat.
I’m going to ignore Gary of Geezerton because it’s 7:30a.m. and I haven’t had breakfast yet. Also, depression 🙂 I prefer to look at those tasty legs sticking out of the water. I remember when I could do that. *Sigh*.
Deedles:
The tasty legs were also tasty when the other end came up for air. I remember doing that when I was a kid. I wonder if I could do it now.
The women sitting down to laugh reminds of something that happened in the 70s to me and my girl friend. We were traveling along a small highway in Georgia headed back to UGA in her VW bug. Another VW bug passed us and flashed its lights. A few miles later we saw that it had pulled off the road, so we stopped to see if they needed help. Well, he needed help all right, but not from us! He stepped from around his car exposing himself to us. We looked at each other and as if on signal opened the car doors and fell out onto the ground laughing. He leapt into his car and drove off back where he came from. I almost felt sorry for him.
Wilma:
I’ve read one of the best reactions to a flasher is to burst out laughing.
Obviously, the old goat flashing himself to passersby thinks he’s “still got it”…. how sad! No police on duty that day? Never a dull day at your beach, LOL!
Tundra Bunny:
I don’t know if he thinks he’s still got it (and, who knows, maybe he has) or if he just wanted a complete tan. I have a feeling he was aiming for the tan and didn’t give it another thought. And, no, no police drove by in all that time. During summer, there are not only lifeguards, but safety patrols walking the beach and paseo to ensure nothing bad is going on (like drugs on the beach, people behaving recklessly). Had he been sunning on the beach, nothing would have been said.
That guy: Yuk.
Your “new” jeans: Yay! Thanks for sharing your progress.
Chrissoup:
I’ve never felt the need to lose weight before. I would work to get better tone sometimes, but the clothes always fit. This is new for me. Thanks. I think I’ll throw on some lined nylon trunks, roll them almost out of sight, and go for a healthy walk. I, however, will probably get arrested.
Saggy buttocks
Luckily I’m not there yet
John:
Not for me to judge the shape of someone’s buttocks, but he did put an awful lot of extra on display.
I think we’d rather see your buns!
Hear, hear Mads!
Deedles:
As I told Mads, I’m reserving them for private showins only, I think. One flash was enough.
Mistress Borghese:
I’ve debated it, but I think you’ve all seen enough of my buns. I’m maintaining them for private showings only.
What a joke, saggy man I would have pointed and burst out laughing !
Anon:
Yeah, I wasn’t really commenting on the shape, just the exposure.