Nu comme le jour où je suis né

Month: July 2016

Taking Care of Chores

Our neighbour’s back lawn

We are busy with preparing for a ten-day excursion away from home which will involve two weddings book-ending a four day stay at Helios Naturist Club near Edmonton, Alberta which is about six-hours drive towing our small camping trailer.  Of course, one of the things that need taking care of is the mowing of our lawns, the neighbour’s seen in the house in the background, at least the part behind the white garage top left, and the chain link fence area along the back lane. I also mowed my next-door neighbour’s back yard as well. The only time I had to wear anything was when mowing our front lawn. The town is almost empty and there is no fear of being seen. And yes, you see right, our back fence is not what anyone would call a privacy fence.

But enough of the small talk. As I listen in on the conversation of other naturists from around the world via social median, I am seeing something that contradicts the words spoken. In spite of the collective belief that naturism is under attack by the society at large, the evidence points to something else, a quiet no-comment most of the time. Of course there are incidents of negative response to being seen nude. But so many times, that negative response doesn’t appear. Perhaps there is a deep, almost unconscious acceptance of the validity to live as one chooses as long as it doesn’t interfere in the lives of others in a significant manner. For the most part because of media, the naked body has become just another choice that isn’t much different from dressing in various fashions. The key is that the naked body is becoming less threatening.

Taking Risks While Mowing the Lawn

Neighbour’s roses

It’s Sunday, and it is just another day at the beginning of summer with nothing extraordinary to set it apart from other days. Well, that is with the exception of having another day to mow our lawns. Of course I wear shorts when mowing the front lawn. The back lawn? Not at all. Today I added in the back lawn of one of my neighbours, a yard that is devoid of fences for the most part. So why did I decide to mow her back lawn while au naturel? Taking risks? Well, not really as the town is basically empty as everyone has gone to take part in camping, trips to cottage country, a visit to a neighbouring town that is celebrating 100 years of existence, or simply hiding inside behind closed draperies for their own brand of privacy and attempts to stay cool as the temperature climbs.

Today’s photo was one of a few I took at my neighbours. This photo shows her roses that border our fence. As I stood there for the photo, I was fully visible to passing traffic if there had of been any traffic. No one saw me and that was as it should be. Now, there is likely a psychological study waiting to be done and then analysed about why one takes such needless risks. I somehow get the feeling that it more about protest than it is about exhibitionism. Why should I or anyone else have to hide when doing something so prosaic as mowing lawns? There is nothing sexual or threatening to the public good at stake. Yet, should anyone take offence, I would have a lot of explaining to do, and likely suffer in more ways that I would want. Perhaps it is time to dial back the protests and become a passive old man that smiles in the background.

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