The Wren’s Nest

Churchill reckoned that he only had three “real-chats” with his father during his lifetime. As such he tried to emulate him as much as possible - copying his style of dress whilst he was Chancellor of the ExChequer. He always wore a polka-dotted tie and polka-dotted cufflinks.

This past Christmas Nina surprised me with a set modeled just after Winston’s. They’re lovely! I haven’t worn them yet - been waiting for just the right occasion - but I think this Thursday will be suitable as I meet Nina when she arrives on my doorstep from New York. It seems right and proper.

I find that on days that I do not write I feel poorer than on days that I do. There is a lesson here quite. For the last few days I have not written and I have felt wretched. Writing allows one (or me) to defragment one’s mind, put the state of the day in perspective and dip a back through history.  Preferably with good music, and at night when all else is quiet save the wind in the trees outside my bedroom window.

I’m not sure if the following anecdote is truly connected with this thread, but I am reminded of the conversation that a lady took up with Dr. Johnson after he had incorrectly defined the word “pastern” as being the knee-cap of a horse.

“Ignorance madam. Sheer ignorance.”

Yes, writing can be an arduous affair.

The only book ever to garner a 7 out of the 0-5 Wren Scale, I can’t recommend this book highly enough! I’ve always been a big fan of author Bryson but this time he has truly surpassed himself. It’s told from the perspective of a small boy - and interestingly enough - I was once a small boy! This is a laugh-out-loud book well worth the experience!

When that fucker came screaming into Dallas Fort-Worth, we all knew we we doomed. If you’ve ever been on a commercial aircrash, then you’ll understand. I was comforting a few old “blue hairs” from the row back when we hit the tarmac. I think the nosegear gave way and we slid a helluva lot of way down that runway. There were emergency vehicles all ’round which was a good thing, as I needed about 3 of them.  I don’t recommend the experience!

“Perhaps you do not understand” as I stood at the line of the deli clerk in Serbia. Admittedly my Serbian-Croatian from a Tennessee accent was a little odd, but I was giving it my best shot.

There are times, there are times when a beautiful, gorgeous woman walks up to you that well - make you want to say something. What that something might be is left unto others.

Nina has the most beautiful body I can imagine - but above that, she has a first-rate mind that can fire words quicker than my late friend WFB. Today we were discoursing of mandatory conscription for U.S. Troops. I’m for it. She’s against it.  I served in the military - she hasn’t  - I think I’m 1 up on her. But listening to her impassioned plea, I’m inclined to give things a second thought.

Languages tell us so much about a person. A Japanese will take 30 minutes to explain why he’s sorry he’s late. The French have the distinction of being known of ‘Love’. The Germans…… Well, the Germans have a rather difficult time with it. But when I listen to great music - Handel - Beethoven - I always speak German. “MEIN GOTT IM HIMMEL!” springs often to mind.

I spoke with Nina for about 2 hours this morning - a wonderful conversation covering politics, fashion, her lovely kids. As in all things she is witty, engaging, absorbing and funny. She makes me feel great that I’m a man - and I love that she’s a very beautiful woman!

Years ago (another lifetime) I won a skeet-shoting matching with the First Officer on board the Swedish vessel Tivoli. He was a good-natured chap and gave me a lifelong appreciation for the sport.

I feel like going out and shooting a few Skeet. Unfortunately they seem to be rather rare in these parts - if anyone knows where there is a Skeet-shooting range  please let me know. Thank you!

W.

I’M WRITING THIS IN ALL CAPS BECAUSE THAT’S JUT THE WAY THINGS ARE! I’M LISTENING TO HANDEL’S MESSIAH - GOD IS IN HIS FIRMAMENT AND THIS IS THE PROPER WAY TO DO IT!

I ACTUALLY DID A JIG TODAY! I WAS LISTENING TO MY IPOD (FULL BLAST MIND YOU) WHEN I TWIRLED BACKWARDS, GAVE A QUICK STEP AND REALIZED THAT I HAD JUST DONE MY FIRST ACTUAL JIG!

I UNDERSTAND THAT THE POPE IS IN TOWN. IF YOU ASK ME, IF HE WANTED TO DO IT RIGHT, HE’D COME SCREAMING INTO ANDREWS AIR-FORCE BASE WITH THE SPEAKERS BLARING “MESSIAH!” THAT’S A MESSAGE YOU’LL NOT SOON FORGET. I CAN PROMISE YOU THOSE MARINE GUARDS WOULDN’T HAVE A DRY-EYE!

I know I’m going to regret this post before I even write it - but that doesn’t mean that I won’t.

When I wake up in the morning my first thoughts are of Nina. When I retire at night the same deal applies. She is in all aspects  ‘my girl’.

It’s Spring now, a time when we can take off our winter overcoats and enjoy the great outdoors. And things turn naturally to sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex.

As a young lad I wondered about certain aspects of WWII. As I got to my present age I learned what made the Nazi’s quake when Patten’s Third Army rolled through Bastogne. The last thing Beethoven heard before he became deaf. Napolean before he became homeless. It was this - it was the sound of a zipper unzipping. A bra, an unassuming bra, being dropped to the floor.  In a world of straight lines and angles, a woman’s body (and in this case particularly Nina’s) was assumingly ellipitically curved.

Yes, I know I’m going straight to hell.

Before I go though I would like to tell you just a small bit about Nina (and I know she is blushing as I speak).  Whenever I compliment her body (which is quite often!) she invariably tells me “You’re just prejudiced!” “DAMN STRAIGHT!” I reply. What’s not to like!?

Years ago I served in the Navy. There’s only one thing you talk about onboard deck - women! A lot of guys talked about how bad their marriages were, etc. - Me, I never had that problem. I didn’t know Nina then. Since I have come to know her she has taught me so much. She’s a little bit older than I but she has a killer body that still turns heads if you know what I mean! When the flag flies on a military ship, you can bet your sweet ass that there is a gorgeous woman like Nina involved.