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Sam! ... oops, uhm, I don't know how to retract that hug.

My dearest B, you should know by now I'm not very good at sharing my plaid lads, especially the gingers. I also apologize for the somewhat abrupt ending to the kilt tale. As I was exhausted I kept dozing off, after the third time decided to post what I'd written rather than risk deleting it all. ... Let me just say while my little dark eyed lad had a wee bum the kilt loved him and those pleats danced merrily along behind wherever he went. It was a very pretty sight. Oh, and small they may have been but those wee buns were firm. How do I know this you ask. Well, one of those pleats was askew and needed to be set right and smoothed into place. Today is another kilting day so ...

A couple more kiltings of note today. Early in the afternoon two young couples came in to the shop looking for kilts for the guys. One was really personable, good looking and a blue-eyed ginger. The other lad was cute, quieter, not shy just less outgoing though still friendly. He had really dark brown hair, dark like 85% Lindt chocolate and warm brown eyes. I started by kilting the ginger lad. He was the more outgoing and put himself forward. He chose a kilt in Black Watch tartan, one of the true tartans we stock. It's a British military tartan. You've likely seen it, navy blue, dark green and black, used for pj's, boxer shorts, flannel shirts, etc. Now this lad was built for kilts. Broad shoulders narrow waist and a lovely bubble butt. After kilting him and smoothing his pleats I explained that kilts are best appreciated when in motion. I bid him walk across the shop then pause with his back to us while we evaluated his assets. He was prone to standing with his hands on hips so needed no prompting in that regard. After an appropriate time admiring him I had him return to us with a pause midway. Stating that despite his lovely face we really wanted to see the back of him. He spun about struck a bold stance and when he turned to look at us over his shoulder the wink he gave was equal parts sultry and playful. I could have dressed him in a kilt made from burlap and it would have looked good. He laughed at that, he had a warm happy laugh. Ginger eye candy is some of the best. The second lad was hoping to find a kilt to wear to a wedding. He was more slightly built than his friend, shorter with a lean tight body and a wee bit of a bum. The three of us discussed what plaid might work best. His first question was should he wear the same tartan as the wedding party. I told no since he was a guest not a participant. Rather we should find something to coordinate with and compliment what his lady wife was wearing. Because the lady in question plans on wearing a black dress with with red floral highlights we went with a black and red plaid. The fabric is a middle weight with a nice drape and would provide padding for his bum and sway when he moved. I wrapped the kilt and belted him. Having watched his friend he knew what was expected and was off. The pleats provided just the right amount of padding making his two hams suddenly visible.

I commend you on minding your language around the lad. Too many younglings think cussing makes them sound grownup. Part of trying on new things as they and their bodies mature into adulthood.

It's "Heros of the Realm" weekend at Mt Hope. We celebrate our military and first responders. I kilted a pair of what I believe were brothers or perhaps cousins, they very much resembled one another in facial features as well as build. Both are currently in the Navy. Both were slightly shorter than me, so under 5'10"/178cm, weighing ~155lbs/70kg with slender builds, ie 38" chest and 30" waist. The first lad was looking for a shirt. Initially he chose a tan one. Since he was just beginning to build his outfit I suggested a light blue one. I also had him try on a doublet the color of dark red grapes, telling him the doublet was only to create a look for future consideration. He liked how he looked as did the young lady with him. He bought the shirt leaving the doublet for another time. Meanwhile, the other lad asked about a doublet for himself. I showed him three, one in plum, another teal and one in dove gray corduroy. He chose the gray. It fit him very well, he was pleased and purchased it. I know your thinking but what about the kilts mentioned at the start of this tale. I often take the opportunity to get lads accompanied by a significant other to at least try on a kilt if for no other reason than eye candy is a popular treat. It is afterall sweet but has no calories. I tease that unlike chocolate ladies are willing to share their eye candy provided everyone keeps their hands to themselves, they will not share their chocolate. Keep in mind I mentioned these two lads were slender. Each had a wee tight little bum, each cheek slightly more than a handfull. No, I did not grab hold to check though I was sorely tempted. Our shop is very tactile. We encourage touching and petting as the fabrics tend to be soft. I am known to use my hands to measure waists and chests, male customers only and only after asking permission, if a lads clothing makes visual assessment questionable. It's actually how I determined what size doublet the second lad would wear. These two would be the sweetest eye candy of the day. I coaxed the one with his lady to try on a kilt for the shear merriment. We chose a predominantly blue plaid. I wrapped and belted him then explained that being kinetic objects kilts are often best appreciated in movement and that I would make his move. I must admit I enjoy the various expressions that statement engenders. They vary from "deer in the headlights" to curiosity as to what I'm about to do to them. In all honesty this lad didn't need to do anything but stand there to look grand. Still I rang the bell called out "KILTING!" and sent him walking across the shop to stand looking out on the side garden. As he reached the far side the final step took him into a ray of sunlight as if the Great Cod himself shone a spotlight on the lad's "assets". We determined he was "well hung" afterall the pleats curved lovingly over his wee hams before hanging in neat straight folds. After gazing out fill I bade him return to us only to have him pause midway. After a quick head to toe perusal I bid him turn his back to us. Then asked him to take a bold stance with feet should width apart with his fists on hip. He was unaware as to how broad his shoulders are and I had to tell him to spread his legs for me. Then played innocent when others in the shop found that request humorous. Dirty minded they were. Once decorum was reestablished I bade him twist his body to look over his shoulder and wink at his lady. He truly was too sexy for his kilt. Having watched what had occurred the other lad quietly asked if he too might try on a kilt. Of course you may. We chose a plaid in soft neutrals that complimented his doublet. Having watched the previous kilting he knew what to expect. The fabric of his kilt has a very nice weight and drape. We couldn't have made a better choice to showoff his wee hams. Neither lad bought a kilt but both were delightful and for a merry time.

OMG I think we're also well overdue for some bright and cheery news ...

It is an excellent review.

I was wondering that too.

Dad's procedure went as hoped. He was only there 3 hours from arrival until we left to come home. Since he hadn't eaten since last evening they fed him what he described as a very good turkey sandwich and some cookies. We stopped on the way home for lunch so I could eat. He had a cup of chicken and rice soup. Thank you all for your thoughts and best wishes.

Just rub some horse liniment into those bruises and you'll be right as rain

I expected as much. You remember when we were young, you'll likely need to think back to the last century ... you remember when tv was black and white, a spill like that would have been a minor annoyance. Luck has nothing to with it, sometimes you need to fall 3 or 4 times before you can find the soft stuff.

I'm leaving shortly to pick up my dad and take him to the hospital. He's having a procedure where they stop his heart and then let his pacemaker restart it. He had the pacemaker implanted last month but has been in afib recently. They did this once before in the spring before he had the pacemaker and it took 7 seconds until his heart restarted. Fingers crossed that things go better this time.

How are you feeling today? Able to get out of bed with out too many groans.

That's good to hear.

I just saw that 25% of the students in the county schools where mum lives are in quarantine. They've been in school less than 3 weeks.

Oh geez, did you turn the ankle, is it swollen? Do you have full movement in your wrist? How about the knee? The rest are likely to become pretty bruises. Thank Cod for old people. I would imagine so ... again thank Cod for old people because that cute young fella you were eyein' up was no help. I mean since there wasn't a chair there had to be a cute guy. Yeah, common sense would dictate that course of action so please heed Albert.

I'm having a stuffed roast chicken breast with steamed yellow beans.

Cheap at twice the price.

Yesterday when I checked my bean patch I discovered a lot of new flowers and tiny beans forming. Looks like the recent rains have revived them for another crop.

I wish I could send you the rain that's falling here. At the moment we really don't need it. We're forecast to get 4-6+ inches from the remnants of Ida. Flood warnings have been posted for the river and streams in addition to flash flooding in low lying or poor drainage areas.

If you've been on the computer since 2006 it's time go out and play in the fresh air and sunshine young lady.

I think it's a love/hate relationship ...

Yeah, warm cuddles are great motivation ... for stayin' in bed.

I had baked linguine casserole with a salad.

Now you're just bein' mean by teasin' ...