Lola's Salon

Now y'all settle down here. I don't owe $200 million. No no, not at all. Really. I said I used the clicker. Just ask Wassau or Cheshire, they know. All I spent was a couple million and that's pocket change. No problem. Now, since I'm not in dire straits over money or anything, I don't feel it's necessary to sell my story or to franchise my Salon. It's a bad plan anyway, because you can't franchise me. Soooooooooooooo, let's see. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Thinking........ ummm .....hummmm...thinking......let's see........I want to be a one of a kind and since I don't need the money, I mean, I have billions plus I have my clickers, I don't feel in the mood to sell out to the establishment, if you know what I mean.

How would it look? Lola, reading Richard Brautigan, wearing whatever she damn well pleases, eating magic brownies, drinking champagne, sleeping until she feels like getting up, (very bohemian, you know), having to work at marketing. Dirty marketing hands. Nasty! Why, I'd have a schedule. No way. Not in my life time. No, nope. Never! I'm a one of a kind, I tell you. Why, I wouldn't be myself any longer. Good by to the flippant attitude, carefree sense of humor, openness to new ideas, music and people. I'd loose all my friends and everyone would leave me, abandoned, alone to drink my way into oblivion. I'd end up like Brautigan himself!

"There, there," says HIAMA, "it was just an idea, after all. You don't have to go off into a frenzy! Lola, control yourself!"

<HIAMA slaps Lola across the face (like you see in the old movies)>

Lola says, "Oh, thanks, HIAMA, I needed that. Here give me a kiss. Isn't it time for dinner?"

(Portentia laughs. She is amused to see Hiama and Lola kissing.)

Really, Hiama, how could you possibly know about MY kisses, since we have not yet shared one? You missed your chance in Venice, dear. Perhaps you were thinking of Lola's kisses...

(HINT: If Hiama is interested in kisses from Portentia, he should start reciting poetry again. It turns her on. Especially in Italian.)

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Oak, thanks for the link Zippo dude

Our hostess Lola <after many smooches and hugs from Hiama> decides
writing her bio may not be such a bad idea.

"A person can always be wealthy ~ but famous is better don't ya know" ~

Lola leads her guests toward the dining room as Visitor frantically begins taking notes for Lola's bio <all applauding Visitors remarkable recovery even though she's covered with sunburn-soothing gel> Fifis' set a marvelous table with Italian crystal <steady Visitor> all raise a glass for their friends Diane and Hiama on their safe return ~ thanks to Hofts quick deciphering ~

Note to Hoft ~ thanks for remarkable research regarding whales.

Welcoming Hiama back from his adventures at the nunnery in tradition of "ask no questions, you will hear no lies" HofT just smiles in his general direction and posts latest centralized resources update for dolphins and whales:
http://www.dynamictruth.com/cgi-bin/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_topic;f=9;t=001142

P.S. to Stradee: make sure Hiama feeds into his supercomputer film footage for the 4-spoke-wheel time-motion computer simulation program for racehorces. Lola doesn't need the money, fortunately, but we can always use it for our darling animals. Now if Dys, Oak, and BillW could establish live comm links with their local bookies, we can get this project on track - no pun intended <G>

Helen's plan far superior to writing Lola's biography. Lola has led a disappointingly boring life. Will not sell...promise.

But whatever I can do for darling animals, I will do. Including all these human animals hanging around my Salon with me.

Good night all.

sleep tight.

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Hi Hoft ~

Posted at site forum in thanks for your efforts ~ also gratitude for those posters helpful to your inquiry. Excellent work, Hoft!

Thank god Hoft and Hiama in charge of supercomputer because Stradee reading "4-spoke-wheel" visualizes mags <magnesium wheels> for racecars and Chevy.
Poor horsies would be changing leads at bionic speed!

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Stradee thanks Lola for her gracious hospitality ~

Not even on a bad hair day are you "disappointingly boring" ~ have you read your posts lately

Good night all ~

Final post to Hiama until May - pls check pic, suitably processed on Fourier filters, why #2 horse lost, and #1 won:



Lola - there's no reason why we can't keep pictures of darling horses in your Salon, is there? Some of the best painters (Degas among them) have thought the subject not unworthy of their talents! If not - will move Degas painting currently over Lola's Salon fireplace to stables; bordering on snobbery, perhaps <G>

I didn't notice Trigger, Champion the Wonder Horse, Mr.Ed or the milkmans old nag amonst the list of runners and riders. Hardly a serious race, me thinks. And where were the Camels ?

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Good idea, Hoft! Ron Kimball photographs of horses stunning!

http://www.secondnaturecd.com/horinspotbyr.html

If ok with Lola, paintings can be displayed in the Salon, and photgraphs on Tack Room walls. By the way, Lola's Stables are state of the art ~ tack
imported from Belgium ~ the indoor exercise arena perfect for winter weather. Plus, photos of darling horses will only inhance the beauty of the Cedar buildings.

Thanks for the incredibly beautiful pics of darling horses, Stradee! This btw is the Degas painting currently over fireplace in Lola's study >>



>> thought would post it here as Trevor, who's been working in that study for many days now, said he didn't wish to be disturbed <G>

English shire horses. Magnificent

And then there's these guys

Clydesdales. Gentle giants.

Very big in Japan BTW, I hear. Funny, that.

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Absolutely beautiful painting! Thanks Hoft ~

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For all of you not familiar with wonderful Clydsedale Breed ~


http://www.hoof.com/draft/images/clyd/clygld.jpg

Beautiful painting, HofT. I love it over the mantle. It will keep poor, dear, hard working Trevor company while he labors away in there.

And Stradee thank you for the compliment. My posts aren't boring? Wow, I thought they were.

(Portentia enters the salon and collapses into a chair.)

Whew...I am simply exhausted! That writing class I'm taking can be sooooo tedious. Thank you, Jeffers, a glass of wine would be wonderful.

So glad to be back here! (looking around) Who's up for a swim?

Lola runs down the stairs in one of her many black bathing suits, towel in hand. Last one to the pool is a rotten egg.........

The door opens and Diane stumbles into the salon, happy to be back in familiar surroundings, but still exhilarated by the past two weeks.

Seeing Visitor, she gives her a wink and a high five, still admiring Visitor's boxing skill. Diane managed to give hiama a fine punch right in the eye that will keep him from many romantic interludes for a few days, at least.

Accepting a glass of Bollingers from Jeffers, she sits down next to Visitor and whispers that hiama, although shamelessly promiscuous, is really irresistable and worth every minute you spend with him as long as you never take him seriously. Fun is the word that goes with hiama, as well as nights by the fire in his cottage, especially when he sings How to Handle a Woman. "Actually, I'm quite certain that even a woman who had been married for 34 years would enjoy fantasies about hiama."

So sorry to leave and not tell anyone where I was going. I felt the need to revisit the lake and the mysterious stranger for a brief interlude, then on to meet a friend for a tour of museums and art galleries in New York City. It was glorious! Art ranging from the sublime to the ridiculous.

The Met had an exhibit showing the influence of Spanish painters on the French, especially the influence of Velasquez. I spent hours there, drinking it all in. Walking through the room with Rodin scuptures, I had to clasp my hands together in order not to touch. I am a very tactile person and longed to caress and follow the curves and touch the crows feet and feel the sprit in the marble. The guard was looking at me suspiciously, possibly recognizing my look of longing, knowing that I would touch anything within reach when he wasn't looking. He was always looking, damn it.

Off to art galleries in midtown, Soho and Chelsea and back to midtown to a fantastic French restaurant called Pierre Au Tunnel. The maitre 'd's name was Jean Claude. He was handsome, suave, very friendly and took extremely good care of us. Ah, Jean Claude...........what's not to love about Jean Claude? He was almost as sweet as the chocolate meringue dessert--in fact, he was the real dessert. We all had a memorable evening.

Is Lola sleeping? I've missed her and wish to tell her all about the trip and about Visitor's serious right hook.

Hm, is this Richard Brautigan book one that Dys left behind? I've ordered a few on his reccomendation and have read Sombrero Fallout A Japanese Novel. Wonderful, psychedelic and the kind of humor that I've always loved. Dys was right, Brautigan writes like Mark Twain stoned.

Jeffers, I think I'll throw caution to the wind and have a Makers Mark on the rocks with a little water, while I lean back and let the fire do its magic and dream sweet dreams.......