CH 93: Marcus new post on catching up with us.

Hi guys, it’s been quite a while since we’ve posted anything on the blog, and there’s a reason that I can talk about in this posting. Nothing earthshaking, or devastating, we’ve just wanted a break from the routine and some private time as well.

We needed some time to call our own since our wedding last November. It’s hard to believe that our first wedding anniversary will be coming up in just a few months. Actually, we have decided to use Thanksgiving as the date to celebrate, and this year we will have family and extended family celebrate here with us at our place. We are both looking forward to the best Thanksgiving ever!

I don’t know if this posting will be short or long right now, considering what we are both doing currently, it’s a good bet it will be shorter than normal. An update for both of us will be written, and I’ll start with myself first. The reason I haven’t been writing for the blog is because I am trying to write a book, let’s say novel length. The subject is about the “Silent Generation” because we have three great examples of them in our lives, Pops, Tony, and Bill. All of them are in their eighties and don’t act anything like you’d think an octogenarian would act. If you’ve read anything in the blog about them, you probably have a good idea of what I’m talking about. I think it came to me when all the talk of our President being in his eighties and in cognitive decline. I watched the debate with Larry and was dumbstruck within minutes, we are ensconced with eighty-year-olds, and I’ve never seen anything like that happen to them. I understand that travel and being force-fed so much data before the debate could have been at fault. But I don’t want to talk about politics, it just so happens that we get the amazing privilege of hanging with three awesome dudes who have no idea that they are “elderly.”

Just knowing Tony like we do, and watching him just be himself, there’s no question that he doesn’t think he is any older than a sixty-year-old man. Hey, I’m sixty-two now that I have had my birthday. But then, I don’t think I’m any older than forty-year-old myself. So, what is it? Eighty is the new Sixty! Why the fuck not! More power to them. Well, that gives you an idea of what I want to write about. I have been talking to them, writing notes, and have told them about my plans so that I won’t abandon them. Yeah, the problem is not about getting information from them about being born in the forties, living through a few wars including the Cold War. How inflation really affects them, and a whole litany of other events to write about. My problem is finding the perspective to write from. I don’t want to be just the narrator, or just the chronicler, I want something else and that’s not easy for me.

I figured that writing all of the chapters that I have in the blog that I’d be ready to take on this job. Oh, I think I can, no worries there, it’s just that every angle I try, just seems stupid to me. Sometimes I want to act like a “fly-on-the-wall,” just reporting what I see, sometimes I try the narrative and it’s just okay. No, not just okay, I love these men more than you’ll ever know, they deserve better than just okay. If any of you reading this have any ideas to help me, please do, drop me a note or just create a comment on the posting. I could use the help. However, that is not stopping me from getting all of their recollections of a lifetime.

From what I’ve been hearing and what I had a good idea about, calling them the “Silent Generation” just doesn’t ring true for me. These men grew up in the fifties and became adults in the sixties, and from what I know about that time, silent doesn’t fit. 

These men predate the “Baby Boomers” only by a couple of years, so they do have a lot in common with Boomers, that’s one giant mass of retired people to deal with. So, there it is, I’m deeply concerned about learning as much as I can about them and making sure that I can make reading about them interesting and enjoyable. Good luck Marcus!

Oh, just a little thing came up from all three of them recently after they took a trip to the grocery store together. You must know, the cost of goods is hard to deal with for many people, what’s even harder to deal with is the knowledge of what things used to cost. Case in point, Tony reported that when they were in the Safeway Store, at the checkout he was about to buy a candy bar. He was shocked to find a Hershey Bar now costs $2.79 per bar. All three chimed in on this one making sure that I wrote this down in my notes. Back in the mid-forties a candy bar only cost two pennies if it was large, otherwise it cost only one penny. Then they told me a Hershey Bar of chocolate stayed a nickel for a while and then a dime. Even when it reached fifty cents a bar, it was a little shocking, but it was okay since they really wanted the candy bar. Tony said, “Staying on his diet is so much easier after seeing his favorite candy bar get to $2.79!” Bill and Pops agreed and just shook their heads in disbelief. That’s part of what I want to capture in my book, the older you get the more you get to remember, and the harder it gets to deal with for them. Hell, at sixty-two I remember way too much myself when it comes to the cost of things. Well, if I ever get this book written there will be a lot of stories remembered.

THE HONEYMOON

Just so you know, we did get a honeymoon, if you want to call it that. I want to call it that. We both decided to try living off the grid for as long as we could. No reliance upon cell phones, but we did take them only to be in touch with family to let them know everything was fine with us and to make sure they were fine as well. So, when we could charge the phones we did, otherwise they were not in our pockets. That is when we actually had pockets, haha! I guess you could have figured that one out yourselves knowing us. We also have decided for now not to write much about the honeymoon since we wanted it just for us. One day, who knows, it might be a topic in the blog. We did spend most of our time in Mexico and lived as “expats” for those we dealt with, but knew we’d be back home soon enough. When we could live as husbands openly, we did, however, there were times when we felt that wasn’t the best idea for us, so we didn’t. If we could be as naked as we love to be, we were. I’ll tell you one thing; Larry’s blinding white ass is no longer! He tans up very nice for a light-skinned guy. Me, I can tan in the moonlight! We did our tanning carefully, so don’t worry about us. Sometimes I can get a little jealous of my husband’s ability to just be gorgeous, but with a tanned blonde-haired ass, yeah, that’s what I’m talking about! 

Maybe I broke our promise not to talk about the honeymoon, but I just gave you a little snip it. Now a little about what Larry is up to lately. I don’t want to step onto his chance to write if he wants to, but he is very busy working on something he is the expert here. We are planning on building a home that will be totally off the grid, self-sustaining and with enough property to grow some of our food, and of course, be as private as possible. We are naturists and don’t want to give that up. This home will be a getaway home, we will maintain our Granite Bay home for part of the year.

I did mention that this posting might be short by comparison for me. I am busy with my writing challenge and I’m busy making paintings as well. However, there is something else I haven’t addressed yet. The changes that we’ve gone through as the years have gone by. Now as husbands, we couldn’t be happier. We have a healthy attitude towards our sex lives together, I can’t imagine that ever changing, but it will I guess one day as we grow older together. 

It’s hard to put into words, if you can imagine that about me! If you have read the sexy postings I made five years ago, versus let’s say this one, yeah. The level of horny was outrageous for me, well, both of us after reading what Larry was going through himself back then. Sometimes there would be a couple of weeks or more between us getting together, of course the horny factor was out of this world for us. But along came COVID-19 and Larry moving in with me to work from home since I had a home office that was very complete, no more long-ass waiting to get it on together. There were no more time barriers, and we took great advantage of that. 

Another important factor was how easy it was for Larry to come out compared to me and how much I have struggled with that, I’m just a little better around here, but much freer away from home base. I have to be honest; Larry is not that pleased with me, and I can’t blame him. That’s why we are planning on building a better home for ourselves and where we don’t know anyone. I know it must sound so lame; I should go get some counseling, I guess. Well, all that counts when it comes to writing for me right now. Every so often I go back and read something I wrote a few years ago, wow. What a horny bastard I was, I mean I’m not that different now, maybe not being sex starved and horny is what’s missing for me. Because I’m not sex starved, I just find it hard to write about it in a new and fresh way. That was never a problem for me back in 2019, that’s for fucking sure! I finally got to know what I really wanted and who I wanted it from, the rest was easy to write about. Somehow, now it seems like I’m just bragging, maybe I’ve always been bragging about how fucking lucky I got when Mark AKA Larry walked into my life so long ago.

Okay, I should stop here and apologize for not looking for sexy pictures for the post. I hope you can forgive me, and we can all hope that Larry finds some time to write himself. He is totally into his project of designing what our new and off the grid home will be one day. For me, any down time I have, I’m going back and reading some of the horny shit I wrote four or five years ago! Maybe Larry and I should read it together, we might not get to the end of the chapter though. Some of you probably know that’s the truth if you’ve ever heard it! Haha.

Be well everyone,

Marcus