I’m stuffed. This year saw a change in menu for our Thanksgiving dinner. BBQ ribs, perogies, and green beans were joined by traditional sour-leaf cabbage rolls. Why the break from tradition where we have always had turkey and all of the fixings? Well, we were alone. Our children were having their Thanksgiving dinners with the families-in-law. Even our neighbours had company. No expectations meant we could eat what we wanted, not what was expected.
We could have broken with tradition other years, but for some reason we didn’t. Doing what is expected is hard-wired for most of us. Though I am more comfortable not wearing clothing, I do what is expected when others are around – I keep my clothing on. Yet the moment I am freed from the need to conform, off come the clothes. Okay, I’ll amend that since I live in Canada by adding in when temperatures either in the house or outdoors are nude-friendly.
I am thankful for living with a woman who loves me. She knows who I am and has accepted that I am different, walking to the beat of a drum not many others would hear or follow even if could. We are as different as night and day. I don’t try and change her, not intentionally. We got past that impulse to remould the person we fell in love with, finally realising that there was a reason we fell in love in the first place. It was the differences which brought us together. We’ve been a thing since the September long weekend of 1970.
Okay, enough of the sappy stuff. I have added a few more posts for the archives:
- https://rglongpre.ca/naturism/the-darkness-is-back/
- https://rglongpre.ca/naturism/recovering-thanks-to-taking-a-risk/
- https://rglongpre.ca/naturism/meditation-au-naturel/
- https://rglongpre.ca/naturism/nude-in-a-park-in-china/
Click on the links, read, and then leave a comment. Is it worth my time and effort to bring these posts back to life? Oh, and by the way, I’ve added “share” and “like” options. I’d truly appreciate you using both. Thanks.