"It's nice to be able to do it with the doors open again, slave....""And not having to stifle, Mistress....."
The weather has been glorious, with cloudless skies and temperatures in the 70's. And while Mistress has not had time for any nakers sunning, we have been enjoying a late summer music festival here in our little town, with singer songwriters from Texas and other parts entertaining the eclectic crowd. The festival is in a local park where the town's most famous native son is buried.
I did confirm the thesis that "cargo shorts" are the choice for guys of a certain age here in the SW, as shown by this beer sipping member of the audience:
And no, that's not me! Mistress would never allow her slave to wear sandals in public!More interesting are the outfits of the ladies. Mistress opted for the jeans and boots look on Thursday, accessorized with some of her native jewelry:
You can tell the festival goes for the cowboy vibe by planting some hay bales around the grounds for those who want to sun away from the stage.
But we found it was too dang hot for jeans in Thursday. slave opted for shorts yesterday (non-cargo). And Mistress went for a floaty skirt and some sandals, allowing all of us to appreciate those polished to a gloss toes. Don't they just make you want to fall to your knees and suckle?
Sadly, the one thing missing is an extracurricular lover. We've never been successful in recruiting a "local" though there has been a little flirtation from time to time. Of course, Mike, our erstwhile Western Correspondent just 5 hrs. up the road never got it together to make a road trip. And Mistress's "Mountain Man" is more fantasy than reality. Plus he's always off climbing some danged mountain!
As for Jay, he's sulking a bit back in River City. First there was the daughter clinging to Mistress side for a month. Then out exit stage west.
"I think he's annoyed with me slave....he said 'I'm always disappearing'".
I can see his concern. But oddly he's been texting me about silly political developments. But not a word to Mistress.
"I guess that's proof he's sulking, slave...."
Somehow I think he'll come around once Mistress is back in town. In the meantime, I guess all we can do is find a comfy bale of hay, kick back and enjoy the music, and our re-emptied nest.
