This is probably a funny story to all of you, except me, because I'm going to need to cough up some money for a new door pane. But what the heck.
I was over at the house I'm sitting this morning and it had rained hard all night. I needed to go outside to check on plants and animals, so having 8 foot privacy fences, I thought, what the hey, I'll go out nude (but did take a shirt with me if it got too cool). The door lock on the french doors is backwards from every lock I know and so when I went out, instead of unlocking it, I locked it. I didn't realize it until I was ready to go in, and ended up breaking a pane on the door to unlock the door. UGH!!! I did enjoy my first nude time outside during the day. THAT FELT GREAT! I just have to get the pane of glass replaced now.
Would I trade the feeling of being nude outside for not having to break the pane? NOT AT ALL!
Myra locked us out of a house we were sitting once, when we went to check out a noise. We weren't naked, though. She had on a robe, and I had on a pair of jeans.
The "helpful" neighbors saw us trying to get back in and came over, but they had given back the spare key they'd had. Ended up calling a locksmith to come out and drill out the lock (which I actually ended up doing ).
It wasn't too funny at the time, but it is now. You'll look back on your first out-of-doors naked experience and laugh, too.
Hey, at least now it'll ive you a story to tell, instead of "Yeah, I went outside naked..." Boring is just so... boring.
I hope your mother didn't get too mad about it! I know that having to spend money on things that you know could have been different is a pane...er...pain!
Glad you went outside, and believe it or not, I think the monster has been released! Deep down inside that monster is a wonderful person waiting to get out! It was just a little cloth that was holding you back all this time!
...only my father knows about it right now. I walked in yesterday from over there and she started yelling. There was NO WAY I was telling her. My father knows that I locked myself out, but I didn't tell him I was nude at the time. Besides, I did have my shirt. I didn't lie about it, but merely gave only the facts that were needed. Right now, some things are better left unsaid, unfortunately. My mother resorted to NOT going to church on Sunday and I am guessing it's all a part of my moving back in, going to the doctor last week, and having the house in a small state of chaos with my stuff still not all unpacked. I'm working on it though. It's funny isn't it? I'm the one who have lesions in my head, and I'm trying to keep going as much as possible and still live life to its passionate fullest with all the zest I have! THAT'S THE ONLY WAY TO LIVE!
Go and have a wonderful day. You deserve it. Wish I could go with instead of another day at work. Please tell us how it went. Also, use sunscreen! Parts that are not used to the sun can get very toasted.
Again, have fun and think of all us working stiffs.
...to church. I wouldn't miss a Sunday unless I was sick or out of town. I was sitting in a pew on Sunday hearing the new pipe organ for the first time it was played. GREAT SERVICE! My mother in the same breath says she doesn't mind that it's taking me a while to get everything unpacked and turns around and says it's driving her nuts. So she retreats and gives herself reasons to miss everything and complain. It's been that way for years. Sunday it was that she had a sinus headache and didn't feel like going. Translated, that meant that she was upset because I wasn't getting unpacked fast enough. I'm working on it as fast as possible. It's kind of a "damned if you do, damned if you don't" existence around here. You kind of learn to feel out the situation before anything is said or done, and sometimes just keep your mouth shut. Don't get me wrong, I love my mother, but she's bitter about a lot of things in the past and takes them out on everyone else.
I know what you mean about your mother. I think we ALL know what you mean, as well. Its not just your mother. We all either have a family member who does those things, work with someone or know another person who does. My mother has fretted about anything over the decades. My two brothers and I have just learned to blot it out. Especially now with her Alztheimers, she goes on and on and when I visited last January, I had to just repeat the same answers over and over because she never remembered. It seems to get to my brothers, but I try to shift my whole mental attitude. Besides, you have us to keep you sane and encourage you to get naked. That's not something I can saw very often with my wife around (LOL). "Yeah, tried to get another girl naked today and I think she may be close."
We're all with you here as always. Its great you have at least three passions. Music, church and nudism. Many people can't even find one in their lives.
My dad tried to get a new pane for the French door, but couldn't. We still
haven't told my mother. I'll just plan on paying to have it fixed. As long as
"the rest of the story" doesn't come out right now, I'll be o.k., and my dad
understands. He also understands why we aren't telling my mother about
it at all.
But it's a small price to pay for being able to experience nudity out doors
whenever I've wanted to this week. That has been a liberating and
awesome feeling!
