OK, well, getting close enough to her is not going to be easy. For one thing, my mobility is limited; I can take a few halting steps as long as I have something nearby to grab onto, chair, countertop, cubicle wall, something like that. To go any distance, though, I need crutches, and with those, she can hear me coming from anywhere. (I spend most of my time in the recliner, with my feet up.) For another, she's always rushing around doing things, whether it be the incessant loads of laundry, meal preparation, cleaning the catboxes, or what have you. When she's not doing those, she's usually lying on the bed resting, lying on the couch or floor in the living room, or in the computer room and online.
If she's on the couch, she usually wants to be lying on the couch, to rest, so I don't usually get to sit next to her. If I am, she'll often pick up one of the cats, if one is nearby, and cuddle it. Incidentally, if I've been giving her a big hug or something, and she notices that one of the cats was watching, she'll sometimes say something like, "no, no, kitty, Daddy's not attacking Mommy," or words to that effect. Perhaps she thinks the cats are jealous.
Honeypot, you say, "You know how someone can be touching you, stroking your arm or whatever, and the moment it turns sexual you can tell?" Well, actually, I can't really tell. It hasn't happened to me often enough or recently enough, among other factors.
I guess I shall have to keep my eyes open and take my chances as they're made available. I'm just not sure how she'll react if she sees I've suddenly got a case of "Russian [rushin'] fingers" and "Roman [roamin'] hands." Perhaps I'll have to answer her by singing the Robert Palmer song: "Doctor, doctor, gimme the news,/I got a bad case of lovin' you..."
- "A"
"Everything that happens, happens. Everything that, in happening, causes something else to happen, causes something else to happen. Everything that, in happening, causes itself to happen again, happens again."
