If you ride a motorcycle, wear long pants and boots.
If you work out at a gym and/or play sports, wear shorts and sneakers.
If you sail a boat, then you can wear shorts and boat shoes (if you must, but honestly, they’re awfully dorky-looking).
And flip-flops?
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Ooops, there I go again, once more, I have forgotten that it is “[gay] pride” weekend in Washington, DC. Last place my partner want to be is out in the sun baking in downtown DC. What am I doing today instead?
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I was reviewing the joint financial accounts that my partner and I share. We go over “the books” (which I keep on Quicken) at least once a week. He trusts me, but I insist on going over our income and expenses regularly with him so there are no questions about how we are doing, what the amounts of our regular bills are, who is due what, and so forth. One of the most frequent reasons couples (gay or straight) argue is about money. My partner and I have had our share of disagreements, but never — in all of our 19+ years — have we argued about money. Why?
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Completing this series of related posts on this blog, I am posting about a discovery of three pairs of boots that my partner found in our attic, which had been stored there since we moved to our house in 1998, and long forgotten. Two pairs of Wesco boots were found among a cobra…
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Carrying this series forward, I am posting about a discovery of three pairs of boots that my partner found in our attic, which had been stored there since we moved to our house in 1998, and long forgotten.
Man, I did not remember that my very first pair of Wesco boots were not “Boss” (engineer) or harness boots, but were a very tall pair of Highliners. Back in the day…
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Pardon the interruption in this blog’s usual chatter for an emergency that got the hunky EMS guys to carry me away…
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My dear partner, Mr. Neatnik, dutifully packed away some boxes after we moved into our house (in 1998!) that we both forgot about. Recently, he got on a tear about cleaning up and throwing out “junk” that he found in storage in our walk-in attic. Lo-and-behold, one of the boxes that he found had three pairs of boots in it. They had been there since 1998.
What did he find?
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These are lines from standard wedding vows, and is something that couples say to one another during a marriage ceremony. But these words apply just as well, and in my opinion, most directly, to my partner and me regardless of our official marriage status.
My partner remains sick with a very persistent infection that treatments so far have yet to resolve. For better or worse, I’m there….
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Frequently, visitors to this blog or my website are looking for answers to a common question, “What kind of socks do you wear with cowboy (or motorcycle) boots?” Good question — and despite marketing recommendations from some vendors, you don’t have to spend a fortune to have comfortable, dry feet inside boots. (And another reason why I never recommend wearing boots without socks… sweaty feet lead to awful fungal infections.)
Here are my recommendations for the socks to wear with boots.
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Somehow, everything came together and I had a chance to go riding my Harley with my friends yesterday. Nowhere in particular, just across four Maryland counties, enjoying the beauty of late Spring on a uncharacteristically warm day (92°F, 33°C).
Wore jeans, t-shirt, helmet (of course!), and my favorite Chippewa Firefighter boots. Photos taken from my own bike, with the camera mounted on the left saddlebag, pointing backwards. I was riding wing (second position.)
Life is short: ride!
Mt. Airy, Maryland