A Day in Tropical Paradise
Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2016 7:23 pm
It's that time of year...when the Raccoons scamper, squabble and cuss each other all night ravaging the remaining over-ripe Oranges in my three couples of trees in two rows to the street straddling my front side yard. They are bordered by tall Palms and towering Oaks bearded in Spanish Moss, that drops onto everything below with unyielding tenacity. God..I hate the stuff. After listening to the racket all night, for the fourth in a row, I decided, ok...today's the day. Frankly...they're really pissing me off.
I scrambled out of bed to a bold bright day, downed three quick cups of high octane coffee, and decided on a whim to do this "en femme". ( I have absolutely no idea where that came from...) I pulled on some cute "boy-girl" panties, snug skinny-legged blue-jeans and deck shoes...a satin lacy bra and big boobs
( OK..I know, I'm vain, and I'm really good at it. But... IF, I'm going to look like a Girl...I'm going to LOOK like a Girl) Grabbed an old long-sleeved shirt of "his", slapped on a pleasing pink shade of lipstick, pulled my long hair wig into a pony-tail, donned gloves and brimmed Panama hat ( I work really hard to protect my hands and face from scratches and Sun) and got to work.
After a few hours of picking off rotten fruit, tugging down clumps of Spanish Moss and trimming limbs ( with a chainsaw, no less...) my wife sauntered down the brick driveway to me carrying a large glass mug of iced Lemonade. Standing behind me she said" You know...you have a really cute rear in those tight jeans standing on a ladder". My first thought was that I was the victim of seditious sarcasm...I have heard somewhere, that some "Real Girls" are known to occasionally resort to such, in jest and censure. But, when I turned around I realized she was serious...so I smiled and said " Thank you, Baby". She picked up a few still-edible Oranges and slowly walked back to the house munching on one, unaware of my appreciative admiration of hers. I chugged my Lemonade,( un-ladylike, I know...) and OK, I'll admit her compliment really kicked my "Nicci" ego up a few notches. I broke for a lunch of tuna salad on the patio, watching the "Formula Boats" roar up and down the lake ahead of 30 foot "rooster tails" tuning up for the Race, tomorrow. Back to work. Like the man says.."Gitt'er Dun".
As I'm trudging thru the mess the masses accrue, parking on both sides of the street against each other, to attend the Birthday Party of the 16 year old girl two doors down, complete with catered Pit Barbeque and live "Rock'n Roll" Band. I'm working away when I realize I have been quietly singing "Hotel California" for hours, as the stupid song mercilessly keeps romping thru my head. ENOUGH...already. Leaning over the top of the ladder to whack off my last limb with a handsaw, I straighten up in time to hear behind me from the street about twenty feet away, "WOW..that was nice". I turn in time to see two guys jogging in tandem looking my way. They smile and do a quick wave, and I do a quick "high five" wave as they don't miss a step, we each continuing our business thinking..." Well, that was nice".
I prefer to think he was not simply appraising my ladder...
During the day, people passed on Bicycles, in Golf Carts, singly and as couples, waving and saying "Hi or Hello" when I happened to look up from what I was doing. I replied in same, each of us without pause or consideration, simply going on about our business, without criticizing or pursuing the encounter.
I was still ambitious, so I decided to mow the yard to a uniform standard acceptable level of altitude.
OK..let's get really "real" . Right here.
Nobody in their right mind remotely considers mowing the yard as entertainment, fun and games. Amen.
But, as I attacked and navigated my dwindling square it dawned on me that I was pleased and happy with myself "en femme", enjoying the whole role and persona I expressed in look and attitude.
I had a great day..."doing, my thing...and doing it well...as a Girl...in Tropical Paradise".
As I was putting away the mower to take my reward of a self-promised bubble bath, glass of Wine and Govi "on the box", I was hot and sweaty...pleasantly fatigued, and pleased with the productive satisfaction of my efforts. Real deal..real life...really me...Nicci.
And, I agreed with myself that I had learned two valuable pieces of information.
One...apparently I "AM" getting at least part of it right, since about a dozen people greeted and waved to me from about 20 feet away, without pause or drama ( or my daydream fear of some kid in a passing car yelling "Hey Ma, look... dude in a Dress...), and :
Two...apparently I have a pretty cute rear in snug skinny-legged jeans, standing on a ladder.
Nicci
I scrambled out of bed to a bold bright day, downed three quick cups of high octane coffee, and decided on a whim to do this "en femme". ( I have absolutely no idea where that came from...) I pulled on some cute "boy-girl" panties, snug skinny-legged blue-jeans and deck shoes...a satin lacy bra and big boobs
( OK..I know, I'm vain, and I'm really good at it. But... IF, I'm going to look like a Girl...I'm going to LOOK like a Girl) Grabbed an old long-sleeved shirt of "his", slapped on a pleasing pink shade of lipstick, pulled my long hair wig into a pony-tail, donned gloves and brimmed Panama hat ( I work really hard to protect my hands and face from scratches and Sun) and got to work.
After a few hours of picking off rotten fruit, tugging down clumps of Spanish Moss and trimming limbs ( with a chainsaw, no less...) my wife sauntered down the brick driveway to me carrying a large glass mug of iced Lemonade. Standing behind me she said" You know...you have a really cute rear in those tight jeans standing on a ladder". My first thought was that I was the victim of seditious sarcasm...I have heard somewhere, that some "Real Girls" are known to occasionally resort to such, in jest and censure. But, when I turned around I realized she was serious...so I smiled and said " Thank you, Baby". She picked up a few still-edible Oranges and slowly walked back to the house munching on one, unaware of my appreciative admiration of hers. I chugged my Lemonade,( un-ladylike, I know...) and OK, I'll admit her compliment really kicked my "Nicci" ego up a few notches. I broke for a lunch of tuna salad on the patio, watching the "Formula Boats" roar up and down the lake ahead of 30 foot "rooster tails" tuning up for the Race, tomorrow. Back to work. Like the man says.."Gitt'er Dun".
As I'm trudging thru the mess the masses accrue, parking on both sides of the street against each other, to attend the Birthday Party of the 16 year old girl two doors down, complete with catered Pit Barbeque and live "Rock'n Roll" Band. I'm working away when I realize I have been quietly singing "Hotel California" for hours, as the stupid song mercilessly keeps romping thru my head. ENOUGH...already. Leaning over the top of the ladder to whack off my last limb with a handsaw, I straighten up in time to hear behind me from the street about twenty feet away, "WOW..that was nice". I turn in time to see two guys jogging in tandem looking my way. They smile and do a quick wave, and I do a quick "high five" wave as they don't miss a step, we each continuing our business thinking..." Well, that was nice".
I prefer to think he was not simply appraising my ladder...
During the day, people passed on Bicycles, in Golf Carts, singly and as couples, waving and saying "Hi or Hello" when I happened to look up from what I was doing. I replied in same, each of us without pause or consideration, simply going on about our business, without criticizing or pursuing the encounter.
I was still ambitious, so I decided to mow the yard to a uniform standard acceptable level of altitude.
OK..let's get really "real" . Right here.
Nobody in their right mind remotely considers mowing the yard as entertainment, fun and games. Amen.
But, as I attacked and navigated my dwindling square it dawned on me that I was pleased and happy with myself "en femme", enjoying the whole role and persona I expressed in look and attitude.
I had a great day..."doing, my thing...and doing it well...as a Girl...in Tropical Paradise".
As I was putting away the mower to take my reward of a self-promised bubble bath, glass of Wine and Govi "on the box", I was hot and sweaty...pleasantly fatigued, and pleased with the productive satisfaction of my efforts. Real deal..real life...really me...Nicci.
And, I agreed with myself that I had learned two valuable pieces of information.
One...apparently I "AM" getting at least part of it right, since about a dozen people greeted and waved to me from about 20 feet away, without pause or drama ( or my daydream fear of some kid in a passing car yelling "Hey Ma, look... dude in a Dress...), and :
Two...apparently I have a pretty cute rear in snug skinny-legged jeans, standing on a ladder.
Nicci