A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
I have fond remembories of sharing an old narrow row-house with 6 (or more roomies). We lived on a quiet side street in a yet to be re-gentrified neighbourhood. One side of the historic Lieutenant Governor’s House, impressive stone mansion behind a stone wall spliced with intricate wrought iron railings, sat opposite our home. On muggy August evenings, we would sit on the front stoop, slurping watermelon juice off our fingers, and having seed spitting contests to see who could get theirs all the way onto the LG’s manicured grounds. I have images, almost 40 years later, of a large watermelon patch continually flourishing across the street from our now re-gentrified house.
So, go ahead and make August 3rd your day. Doesn’t matter if it’s practical, educational, informative, whimsical, or purely phantasmagorical. Weave a tale around your choice, and let the celebrations – joyous, solemn, or even slightly illegal – begin.
By the way, this is International Clown Week, National Bargain Hunting Week, National Psychic Week, and Simplify Your Life Week. So, you can take a broader view and declare National or International Whatever Week.
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