Kink wherever I go

We’ve had guests of the vanilla persuasion here this week, so my kinkified living situation (ha, I made a funny) has been on vacation as well. Even so, my BDSM addled brain continues unabated and I can confirm that due to something that happened yesterday while we all were out running errands.

After visiting a strip mall to get cat litter (Petco has a deal where one can get 35 lbs./15.87 kgs. of litter for $10) and discovering a women’s clothing store was closed/vacant that one of our out-of-town guests had intended to shop, we jetted down to the local Kohl’s and shopped there instead. Having finished that errand, we still had some time to kill waiting for the appropriate hour for going to dinner.

We have a Hobby Lobby here, and admittedly I’ve never been in one. It’s an experience to be sure. Similar to Michael’s (coincidentally there’s one of them nearby) in that they sell all sorts of items from picture frames to knick-knacks, baking supplies, model kits, painting supplies and so on. The owners of the company are religious, so the store is closed on Sundays (like Chick-fil-a) and they have religious Muzak playing over the sound system. At least its not so annoying you’re going to wish you were deaf. The staff are friendly, even to the point of ebullience.

While we were all there, we pretty much went our separate ways. I just flitted from one area to the next, looking for things that appealed, always keeping an eye out for bargains. Even so, my kinky underpinnings were having a good time. There were plenty of crafty items that could be repurposed, though a Lowes or Home Depot would make many things easier. Wrought iron bars with accompanying elbows could easily be transformed into restraints or even tie down spots on a bed or chair or even a floor or wall. For many years Kink.com and Insex made a mint showing how simple items could be bastardized into something very kinky and extremely versatile. Just have to possess the right imagination and see beyond the original intended purpose.

In the end, I only bought a couple of things. A trivet for my personalized cutting board, and a dual 5×7 picture frame with matting board at 75% off. I can print my own pictures on my inkjet printer and they come out pretty flawless, especially on glossy photopaper. I know a photographer would be able to tell the difference, but I’m not opening a photo gallery anytime soon. I opted not to get the wooden or steel letters that could spell out BDSM somewhere in the house, that’ll be a project for another time.

What a game!

4480f44b5cbf28cd0fe3bf11b58529dbI’m an unabashed Boston Red Sox fan.  And no, I didn’t just recently come to rooting for them, I’m not one of those.  I’ve been watching and enjoying their successes (and lamenting their downfalls) since about 1975.  When I was growing up, my parents were avid New York Yankee fans.  To me, rooting for the Yankees was easy, since, during most of the 20th century, they managed to have incredibly good fortune getting to the post-season, amassing 20 World Series titles by the 1970’s.  By contrast, the Red Sox were mired in a slump dating back to 1918.  So, not quite the ‘loveable losers’ like the Chicago Cubs (who hadn’t won a World Series since 1908) but they were most definitely the underdogs, and who doesn’t want to root for an underdog?  Of course, considering my parents were rooting for one team, I felt I needed to give some love elsewhere.  And it created a rivalry of our own.  The other team I rooted for was the New York Mets and even managed to get to Shea Stadium a few times before it was demolished.

Over the years, the Sox have gotten to the World Series, only to be denied again and again.  Even in 1986, when the Mets & Sox were in the Fall Classic, I was a bit torn, wanting both teams to win.  I even managed to score tickets to see a couple of the Series games in Queens, I was in college and one of my housemates’ father was on the umpiring crew.  So we took the train from Poughkeepsie to Grand Central in NY, hopped on the subway and headed out to Shea.  That was amazing.  I’ve never been to a World Series since, and probably never will. But at least I have that memory in my quiver.

Getting back to the topic here, last night the Red Sox were playing the LA Dodgers in Game 3.  The Sox were up two games to none, having won both games that were played at Fenway Park in Boston.  I’m absolutely certain that no one was expecting what happened last night, certainly not me.  I was fully expecting to get to bed after the game (I did) and get a good night’s sleep before picking up where I left off in the cleaning process for my mother’s visit come Monday.  Only, that’s not what happened.  The game was a seesaw battle from the beginning.  The Dodger pitchers had been hammered pretty hard in Games 1 & 2, and they put a 24 yr old kid on the mound to start Game 3.  As it turns out, it was a great move by Dodger manager Dave Roberts.  The kid was stellar.  Completely unfazed by the array of hitters that came up in the Boston lineup, and he sent them down either by strikeouts or by getting them to pop up or ground out (mostly pop-ups).  Los Angeles (LA) managed to draw blood first this game, connecting for a solo home run off the Boston starter, Rick Porcello. After that, it became a bit of a boring game, the innings started to blend together, at least until Boston managed to tie the game in the 8th on a home run.

Once the game went into extra innings, it definitely took on a life of its own.  And got weird.  Boston went ahead in the 13th, on a crazy play, and then the Dodgers tied it again in their half of the inning.  The two teams were going through pitchers at a terrible pace, and one of the announcers even mentioned at one point that the game had used 23 dozen baseballs by the 15th inning.  Considering in the early part of the 20th century, both ball teams would only use ONE ball in a game, that was a mind-boggling statistic.  Just a little historic nibble for you, that changed after a player was killed by a pitched ball. After a rule change, as soon as a ball got even a little dirty, it was replaced by a clean one.  Which is why nowadays the major (and minor) leagues go through so many baseballs.

The game had started at 8 pm Eastern time.  By 3 am, it was still going.  I made a pact with myself that at 3:30, win or lose, I was going to head to bed. I had things to do here today, and couldn’t be sleeping until noon because they were still playing baseball at 6 am.  Of course, once I had shut off the game, it ended.  Certainly, that was to be expected, since, after about the 15th inning, both teams were just trying to hit the ball as hard as they could, to attempt to get a home run.  So, there were a lot of strikeouts, a lot of line drives and very little strategy on the parts of either manager.  Boston had managed to go to the pitcher that was supposed to start Game 4.  He managed to throw nearly 100 pitches in relief, clearly 40+ more than the guy that started the game did!  It was little wonder he gave up the game-winning home run.  I expect in a way it was almost a relief.  That game definitely needed to be over.

While I’m sorry that the Red Sox lost the game, it’s not the end of the world.  They’re still ahead 2 games to 1, and with two more wins, will have clinched the World Series.  I remain optimistic!