Well in my life anyway. Something happens and everything changes. Peripheral decisions are made, almost for you, no effort required even if they were so worrying. A transformation occurs, never to be believed. I shall break it to you gently as the days go on. It might not happen, but as my life is perfect the way it is, it is no problem.
Presently distracted with plans for birthday party. There will be one surprise guest brought through the wonders of video chat, most pleased to hear of their presence through the magic of video chatting. People invited are told: Your Presence is my Present. Some people dropping in, some people dropping out – it shall be jolly fun. There may be some technical difficulties but Dancing Queen shall be played with dancers not imported but already there, me being one of them. My clothes are chosen – you shall hear about it later. It will be quite modest in the Muslim fashion but there may be a bit of cleavage. It is, after all, my birthday and I am sure Allah will not mind. There will be no eligible men in attendance , that does make a difference. With regard to the cleavage, that, and the fact, that I am old. Clothing and hair cover restrictions ease up after menopause and I am well past menopause. The menu has been selected, all recipes have been gathered. All with the help of AAA who will also do my make up. Do not know what I would do without that young woman. She also finished putting stickers on the globe to indicate readership all over the world. An Instagram video was posted – immediately, upon posting heard from two men who follow me on Instagram. I am recommending to all readers that they follow them – they are very different from one another but both bring content to their vast Instagram audiences. One can be found at modzy360, and the other at shaykh_omar_hassain. They both welcome new followers to their collection. As mentioned, both very different from one another, but they have one thing in common. Both are so far away. That song by Carole King, The lyrics are rather heart wrenching.
SO FAR AWAY
Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore?
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn’t help to know
You’re just time away
Long ago, I reached for you and there you stood
Holding you again could only do me good
How I wish I could
But you’re so far away
One more song about movin’ along the highway
Can’t say much of anything that’s new
If I could only work this life out my way
I’d rather spend it bein’ close to you
But, you’re so far away
Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore?
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn’t help to know
You’re so far away
Yeah, you’re so far away
Traveling around sure gets me down and lonely
Nothing else to do but close my mind
I sure hope the road don’t come to own me
There’s so many dreams I’ve yet to find
But you’re so far away
Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore?
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
And it doesn’t help to know
You’re so far away
Yeah, you’re so far away
Hey, you’re so far away
One of the recommended Instagram men lives in Sydney Australia, the other in Sheffield, UK. Particularly during these troubled times, they are SO far away. Travel impossible these days, even though that lessening the difficulty and left knee most probably requires intervention. Ah well. Just to be clear, I have not met either of these two men. But there is something truly amazing about the interconnectedness. I was Instagramming a young man from Iceland.
Me: I loved Iceland! I was there in 2018 I believe. A stop over on Icelandic Air – a way to go to London as you land, rest up in a wonderful hotel and then only 8 hours to London. Arrive there fresh rather than totally jet lagged.
He: I know! I met you in Iceland at the hotel.
Me: Oh my goodness, I am sorry! It is funny but there is this song that applies to me. It was a joke So Many Men, So Little Time. It featured all of these hot men, I was training at the Equinox gym in Vancouver at the time with these absolutely gorgeous men who used to fight over me. We might have even done a video of me and them.
Icelandic man and I chatted, He brought rather low because of COVID but now starting a small business. He is so sweet. We are chatting away through Instagram. Now, he I have met (or so he says. Hahaha. But he is so far away as well. I do seem to prefer men that way, I laugh as I write this. A handsome man by the name of Tony recently moved into this complex and I do know where he lives. Perhaps I will drop a party invitation at this doorstep.
Me: Well I could. He told me the number of his apartment.
Alter Ego: No Alexis!, No! His name is Tony – it is most unlikely that he is a Muslim.
Me: Oh! I forgot about that. You are right.
I did make incredible strides much to the gratitude of other residents.
They: You are our hero!!
Me: Thank you I love being a hero.
What did I do? I spoke to the Regional Manager of this complex, brought problems to his attention and he promises to remedy them – and actually has remedied at least one. It makes me so happy because this place is a great place to live but could be even better is some minor problems were taken care of. It was one of the most positive, uplifting conversations of my life, it truly was. He was so courteous listened and responded beautifully. WOW!. As progress is achieved you shall hear of this as well.
I did hear, a couple of days ago from a man on What’s App who says he is Fazza. He is not coming to my party as he said he did not get an invitation. But here is the conversation, more or less in its entirety.
He: Hi
Me: Who are you?
He: You really do not remember me anymore? It’s me Fazza
Me: Oh really? Are you coming to my birthday party? I did invite you.
He: I haven’t received your invitation card.
Me: I invited you and your kite.
He: Gives me a number but says: I can’t go on an open party just like that.
Me: I invited you on Instagram. It is not an open party, it is on the roof of my building. It is most secure.
He: Are you using me to play around?
Me: Maybe you could parachute down. You are good at that. But NO I am not. I have always been honest with you. No more Qatar in my life.
He: OK
So the conversation went on in the same vein with him saying Ok, or alright
Me: You are rather terse in your responses. I need to take an important call.
Me: Everything worked out great. Everything is going my way! Who needs a Prince?!?
Now this guy has a 206 area code number which is that State of Washington. I wonder who is playing around here.
That was the end of the conversation. Do I think Fazza is going to parachute down to my party? Nope I am NOT that stupid.
Now that is a man, if it is Fazza., who has absolutely no content in his Instagrams. Is usually totally non responsive and exaggerates his numbers for the press. So do NOT follow Fazza or Hamden or any one of the other made up names that flood Instagram.
Check out the Instagram video to get the whole force and effect of the stickers on the globe. A mere photograph would not do it justice. Photograph of my face mask collection which grows and grows, gift of three new sparkly. The other photo is taken from my daily bubble bath, revealing bubbles and a camera shy rubber duckie. I think his nickname is Hottie, named for my former Equinox trainer – he was purchased in Vancouver.
