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Redoing chapter one has so far been easier than expected.
I don't consider this work to be pornographic, but there are numerous X-rated passages.
It ends on what I consider to be rather charming, as opposed to whimpers and bangs.

Sex sells.

The book and movie about Shades of Grey were big sellers when I began this thing.

I started this thread with 12 thumbs up. Now it's down to four. Could zero be far off?

edgar, Don't worry about that! There are enough people interested in your forums and what you have to say.

I know. Thanks for the encouragement. The kind that thumb people down like that I don't want here anyway.

Ive warned A2K about the masked thumbs downer. He strikes again.

Sh. I'm watching Paladin.

Show over.
Our streets are so bad in my neighborhood, people are driving on the grass is some spots. Several people have put rocks and construction blocks along near the pavement to discourage the practice. Last week, a car got stuck in mud in the ditch in front of my neighbor's home. The driver was intending to drive the whole distance across her property. So she put cinder blocks along the way. I figure, there are enough residents in construction, they are likely to steal those blocks, as they have a lot of uses. I don't plan to buy no stinking blocks. By driving over the strip they just make for less grass to mow. And it stacks up to be too hot for much mowing this summer. Already it is expected to reach 84 degrees, today.

Yep. Not to beat up on no poor dead horses, but where the hell did winter go? We had two extremely cold days a month ago. Today expecting 88 degrees. I don't mean this to tease those out there expecting snow. I actually want some winter. I hate when it turns cold, and there's no sense getting crazy about it. But why must I contemplate firing up the A/C the beginning of the second week in February?

I think the climate around the world has gone bonkers.

We might have to move to Mars.

I'd rather move to the Mars Bar factory, wherever that is.

We'd feel at home on Mars. They have an Elvis statue there and everything.

Elvis was the same age as me. Nothing else in common, but I did enjoy his music, after I got accustomed to his hip shaking.

I still like Elvis as much as I did as a kid.

Me too.

Just found a rose blooming. Plus, a number of plants I thought died in the recent freeze are resurgent. We don't need no stinking spring. Wagons, ho. Head 'em up; move 'em out.

It's nice and warm here too, except less so than where you are...68F at 3:13pm.
I'm sort of used to this, though. Back in Los Angeles I think I can remember it getting around 90 degrees once in a while in January or February before the weather reverted back to "normal". I remember an I Love Lucy show from way back, when Lucy got a sunburn in winter...

There was a weather word for it, ah, I remembered - the days of the Santa Ana winds:
I copied this from Wikipedia -

Santa Ana Winds
Main article: Santa Ana winds
The Santa Ana winds in Southern California sweep from the deserts and across the Los Angeles metropolitan area pushing smoke from wildfires far out into the Pacific Ocean.

The Santa Ana winds are strong, extremely dry offshore winds that characteristically sweep across Southern California and northern Baja California during late fall into winter season. They range from hot to cold, depending on the prevailing temperatures in the source region, the Great Basin and upper Mojave Desert. Nevertheless, the winds are notorious for causing hot, dry weather due to compressional heating of the lower atmosphere.

Notable Santa Ana windstorms happen several times a year between fall and spring. Once every several years a strong windstorm causes significant damage, toppling or uprooting large old trees and damaging structures across the region.
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The beaches near us would then get more than usual clutter from all the stuff the wind was carrying, such as paper coffee cups and other crappola.

The last Christmas season I spent in Long Beach, not so far from LA, it was very warm and rainy every day. Uncomfortable to be outside. I was glad to get out of there.