Shades of WHAT?

I'm reading "Habits of Being" by Flannery O'Conner. It is a collection of her letters and is incredibly  interesting. Her recommendation to a friend to eat cornbread sopped in turnip green pot liquor was sincere and hilarious. I understand her stories more and recognize a South that has slipped beyond the horizon.

I haven't read Shades of Gray. With so many books on my bookshelf vying for attention, I doubt sincerely that I ever get to it. It's one of those books I would only buy at a yardsale or flea market.

Not that that is an insult from me. I get most of my books from those sources. I go into bookstores and walk out with a few about once a month. I am a readaholic. I bought Flannery O'Conner on Amazon.

It all boils down to the title of my blog. There comes a point where you know you are only going to get to do so much before the final curtain call of your life. I've even acknowledged to myself that I am glad to have lived this long. My mom is 82. I hope to live so long.

Which brings me to the next point, watched Lisa Ling's show Our America. I watched the last half of folks making amateur porn. Some for money. Some for free. The next show was about BDSM or the topic of Shades of Gray. One couple who are my age were at a B&B which was renowned for working the kinks out of your kinky lovelife.

This is the point. Where do these people get the time. I'm retired and I still don't have time to sit down and drink my morning coffee. It's large gulps as I wash dishes and run back and forth through the kitchen trying to keep the household functioning and these people have an elaborate bedroom decorated with their "naughtables".  I would just like to get my bedroom straightened up.

I will say they looked physically fit. I walk about an hour every day. To really get toned up, I have to put in about 3 hours of exercise in about three days a week. These two have full-times jobs, in their fifties and do the wild thing several hours a day. Methinks thou exaggerates.

Another one was a submissive with her playmate. She sits on the floor and he gives her a sudden bite of cake. Sort of like my dogs sitting around my office. They are also free to go but choose to stay. I don't even have a piece of cake.

I'm reading "The Habits of Being" by Flannery O'Conner.