Virginia Breeze

One of my longtime blogging friends Helena had an opportunity to go sky diving recently. And she writes about it in her normal entertaining and factual way. I always enjoy reading her accounts of her activities.

She writes very well and then she uses the English language in a slightly different way. Why?

Because she lives in Great Britain! She also loves big cats.

Not big cats like Garfield. Not fat cats. Big, big cats. The kind of cat who would like to have you over for dinner.

They are very beautiful and she has many wonderful photos of them. But back to the part about diving out of an airplane. Sky diving looks like so much fun doesn’t it? Going 120 mph towards the earth and hoping your parachute was packed correctly.

Here tis.

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Do you feel like you could jump out of an airplane?  Have you ever tried it?  If a passenger jet is going to crash why do they not have parachutes for the passengers?  Should they at least have a few for those who might want to take their chances jumping?

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I have been reading this article called

“Why Can’t Women Stand Emotional Men? –Are You One of Them?”.

‘Women like power- Women are attracted towards power and often like dominant males who know what they want out of life and don’t cry when something does not go their way.”

I would share the permalink with you but it is about a mile long. Let’s just say that this is an Ezine Article. And why worry about this subject here at Christmas time?

Because I get emotional when I hear certain Christmas songs. And then I cry. So when I read this I am concerned.

” But why is it that most women call emotional men as losers and they always end up getting rejected?”

First of all I would just like to say that this sentence is not well written. The author is not handling the English language well. But perhaps I shouldn’t be the one to cast a stone in this direction. Sometimes I write sentences that are not sentences. Why? Because my sixth grade English grammar teacher is no longer standing over me. I can do it and not be subjected to ridicule or a bad odor.

But there is still the jury of your peers out here. They will drive your blog into the ground if you do not behave.

In any case I am not happy with the assumptions made by this article. Abraham Lincoln was one of the greatest Americans to ever live and he cried. He had a problem with depression too. He was a mess but so was the country. They went well together. Lots of strong men cried during the Civil War. Try laying on a battlefield all night long in the cold wind and rain while you have a bullet right next to your kidney.

I would cry a river and then flow away on it. Isn’t there a song about that? Maybe. But crying actually can make you stronger because it allows you to find your emotion core. And you need to be centered in order to win the next battle.

“Women want security- This is probably one of the major reasons why most women can’t stand emotional men.”

Maybe there are women out there who feel these things are true. But I would like to suggest that the author of this article misses the whole point. Women want successful men who are happy.

If they are successful and they cry sometimes what are they going to do? Give them back? Return them to the store for a refund? Stop loving them?

Let’s say your woman has a puppy dog that she has loved for many years. He gets old and one day he goes to puppy dog heaven. She is devastated and tears start to flow. So what do you do?

You pull out your checkbook and ask her what kind of new dog she would like and how much will it cost. Merry Christmas!

This is not the way to find a happy 21st century relationship. If there is a reason to cry then go ahead and cry guys! Laughter and tears are the best medicine sometimes.

When I say it’s early I mean almost six am. Who can sleep much? It’s the “blue pills” that do it. There was a reference in the movie we watched last night to blue pills and it made me laugh. Beth and I had an interested meal at a local Steak and Ale and then came home to curl up and watch a movie on our cable service’s nearly new movie file. After going through the list we settled on Venus with Peter O’Toole and a host of good actors. Peter is great. He deserves an adjective all his own. And he looks to be the kind of guy you could sit down with and have a delightful time. You would be chatting like old friends in a matter of minutes. Early in the film he and his buddy are taking their morning rations including various pills and his friend says something about the blue ones keeping you awake. That might be Strattera. A finer medication was never produced in this world and they are blue. They help with RLS because it strikes when you are sleepy during the day.

The movie is about Peter’s character, Maurice, and his friend’s great-niece, Jessie. Jessie is played by Jodie Whittaker who does a great job of portraying a 19 year old brat who eventually morphs into an attractive young lady. I had a lot of trouble understanding what she was saying however because of the differences in our pronunciation of the English language. . I really could have used subtitles with this film.

Maurice decided a long time ago that life was about seeking and giving pleasure. He sees potential in Jessie. And they begin a relationship that was interesting to watch from my perspective as an old guy although not as old as this. Peter is in his mid seventies I think but Maurice is tottering on the edge of the grave and appears to be much older. He has a prostate operation early on in the film and jumps out of his recovery bed to go be with his new love interest. This can’t be too good for the success of the recovery. And he keeps telling people he is going to die. Perhaps this is a premonition. It could be his way of getting attention. The operation went well and you don’t generally die from this sort of thing so I didn’t really understand that part.

Maybe falling in love with this girl is killling him! He certainly can’t succeed as a suitor but he loves to be around her neck. Literally. And she has no problem slugging him if he gets too close.

You know what happens eventually. She stops treating him like dirt and learns to love him a little bit. He loves her a lot and dies. It’s predictable fun for a Saturday night. But what movies are not predictable these days? Formulas make money. New ideas are risky. The last movie I saw that really screwed up my predicability theory was The Sixth Sense back in the last century. I liked that movie almost as much as I liked Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. I guess you could say I like movies that are way out in left field. I like them even better if they are in Kenmore Square. I used to live in Kenmore Square. It’s down the street from Fenway Park. If you are reading this and have always lived in Indonesia Fenway Park is in Boston and it is the home of the Boston Red Sox.

Maybe you know that anyway. You probably get half the games on channel 635.

I wanted to see this movie because last spring I became a great fan of Jordin Sparks on American Idol. I really fell for her and still can get going if I read something or think about her. I don’t live for pleasure and have no interest in a physical relationship with anyone besides my beloved Beth but Jordin is a talented and beautiful girl. I can see why older guys like me, age 58, and younger women like Jordin, age 17, have strange relationships.

I wish Jordin would hurry up and finish her first CD so I can buy it and glide down the road in blissful solitude with the speakers cranked up.

Hopefully I will pay attention to traffic and not end up like Maurice.

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