SG

When you said I owe you a post, I assumed you meant answering some of my honest questions about the inevitibility of a woman leaving me on my ass. etc. I guess that makes me an ass twice for assuming.

Would it surprise you greatly to know that I have, for many years now, been a very devoted, content wife? One who finds her husband endlessly interesting, and brilliant, and kind, and still jumps up smiling to hear his key in the door? You'll have to ask him if I'm a "good" wife.
yes, but actually it does make perfect sense. I wouldnt have to ask your H if your were a good W, I would just observe him. I would like to ask him where to obtained his mercury handling equipment though.

I never begrudge a fencer a good thrust. Huh. must have read your previous posts wrong then. I thought I had detected unwarranted attacks. Must be my sensitivity.

That Billy Joel song ... arrrghhh. It makes me hissy and tense, like a cat petted in the wrong direction. I don't mind being fluid and mysterious, and have, on occasion, "changed my mind," but it's a song about a dream, a projection, not a real woman. There may be room for the Siren in the Maiden, but there is little of her in the Mother, or the Healer. Or the Scientist, an often-overlooked female archetype, whose chief joy is .. to count something. *smile*
The scientist. \:\) you mean the accountant? Lol. The healer is nice. I like that. I prefer to pay for it. quid pro quo. That way I dont have to worry about her opinions of my weaknesses. have a mother as stated previously, no room for another.
It seems I picked the right song. Cats are funny that way, they want it their way, or not at all. Dogs on the other hand you can thump, rub with both hands in alternating motions and generally dont care how they get their attention.
Another interesting thing about cats is that when they mate the males have these sharp reverse facing barbs on their penis. It scraps and drags and lacerates the female, and she (of course) hisses, spits, caterwauls and generally is very angry sounding and threatening looking the whole time. Yet there she remains, available, receptive, accepting. Its the only way her eggs will drop. So does she really hate the pain? or does she love it? Ive always wanted to ask a cat.
I also wanted to ask the Tom, how do you remain so indifferant to her pain. He must be one selfish bast@ard. But it seems to work. got plenty of cats running around.

It's an Indian greeting, or parting, phrase.

Well it must be Algonquin or Fox, coming from your side of the country. Its not blackfoot. sigh.... Fine, since your all somber and serious, Namaste to you :Composed Shiva:

(Ill leave a can of tuna by the door. )