Just Another Boomer
justanotherboomer.bsky.social
Just Another Boomer
@justanotherboomer.bsky.social
Devoted, old-fashioned husband to my lovely bride.
Checking Maslow's hierarchy of needs.

Stand by.

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Yep. Sleepy puppy wins.
November 13, 2025 at 9:09 PM
Your kids are lucky to have someone so well-equipped, even if it cam at a cost to you.
November 12, 2025 at 5:55 PM
Mt lovely bride calls me "Mr. Contingency" -- well, among other things -- so I see your dark chuckle and raise you a repressed evil laugh.
November 12, 2025 at 5:54 PM
Wishing you well for a plan that allows you to shoulder that solemn responsibility while still finding a place of some joy and satisfaction. It is NOT easy, and not getting any easier.
November 12, 2025 at 4:48 PM
Golden (even brass) handcuffs are a thing. First step is a brutally honest analysis of questions like: What do I REALLY need? (Obviously including in that calculus what those depending on you need.)

It can surprise you how little you can make do with if the change matters enough. Best of luck.
November 12, 2025 at 4:28 PM
I once got whacked, hard, in the side of the head by a flying fish when I was at the helm of a sailboat during an overnight race. Huge schools of them that night skimming over the Gulf in the moonlight. Amazing sight. Although a bit painful.
November 12, 2025 at 4:23 PM
Your penmanship is quite astonishing.
November 12, 2025 at 3:26 PM
Right?

Maybe she's not as dumb as she makes out.

No. Wait. Never mind.

She was just one slider over from her open cat door on the patio, crying pitifully to be let inside.

Yep. She IS that dumb.
November 12, 2025 at 3:21 PM
I tugged her jeans back into place and sent her with a swat back to her wheel to keep at her project. (She throws standing up, as it happens, so this was a mercy.) We chatted later and agreed that, as Ron Burgundy would say, "that escalated quickly."

The cat, for her part, has kept shtum. 11/11
November 11, 2025 at 7:32 PM
(although who can say what anyone heard), but it as close as we have ever come (save the occasional, furtive, single swat or two) in 33+ years to a public spanking, and it was quite a doozy at that.

When it was over, I considered moving inside for the finale, but thought better. Instead, 10/#
November 11, 2025 at 7:29 PM
a full-on, protracted, paddling on the seat of her jeans, then on the seat of her underpants, with her variously standing (my left hand holding her let upper arm) or tucked under my arm. I do mean protracted. certainly 40 or 50 spanks. Howling, Tears.

No one ever happened by 9/#
November 11, 2025 at 7:26 PM
But as I made my way to recover the implement from the jumble that is MLB's tool stand, to my astonishment she declared that unforgiveable animal abuse to strike the cat, and that swatting the cleaning lady was likely to get us sued.

What followed-frankly to our mutual surprise-was 8/#
November 11, 2025 at 7:24 PM
But as a longtime "pottery husband," whose role has been to build and outfit the studio with various fixtures and tools, I've come to know a lot. So I happened to know that among the potter's tools are these:

www.theceramicshop.com/product/1261...

I had intended only a token swat or two. 7/#
Large Paddle with Sock
Large Paddle with Sock: This new wooden paddle from Mudtools is made from high quality, reclaimed locust wood. The North American Locust tree is sadly
www.theceramicshop.com
November 11, 2025 at 7:21 PM
But our cat is surpassingly stupid and lacks opposable thumbs.

I conducted a summary trial and found MLB guilty beyond all reasonable doubt. I also found that her denial was an aggravating circumstance. (Well it aggravated me.)

Now, I don't know how much any of you know about making pottery. 6/#
November 11, 2025 at 7:19 PM
Since our younger son moved half the state away two months ago, our nest as been empty. The cleaning lady who comes once a week HAS in the past violated the sanctity of the workbench, but the items offending it now were clearly not put there by her.

MLB suggested it might have been the cat. 5/#
November 11, 2025 at 7:15 PM
Skeins of blanket yarn MLB uses to wrap tree trunks in the garden. Her watering can, wet gloves and pruning shears. A canvas apron generously adorned with wet clay. Several travel mugs o tea, half consumed.

I scolded her good naturedly and she ... denied responsibility.

This was astonishing. 4/#
November 11, 2025 at 7:13 PM
So this weekend, I went out to the garage, planning to clean some items at the bench while MLB was playing with her mud (that is, making amazing art). It was a lovely day, finally cooling, the doors open wide. And one can imagine my displeasure when I found the following items on the work bench: 3/#
November 11, 2025 at 7:10 PM
Now for context, great majority of our two-car garage is given over (happily so) to my lovely bride's pottery studio: wedging table, shelves, work table, wheel, kiln, extruder, etc. etc.

I ask (well, demand) that my work bench NOT be the repository for whatever random item has no other home. 2/#
November 11, 2025 at 7:08 PM
I very much favor this excellent engagement of the thighs. Well done!
November 11, 2025 at 6:01 PM
Oh my. Marie are you running about the land without any underpants? We are shocked. Shocked, I say.
November 11, 2025 at 6:00 PM
An ebony hairbrush, properly applied, speaks wuth a voice that cannot be controverted. Quite lovely.
November 11, 2025 at 5:57 PM
There's something especially cozy about a spanking delivered over nubby tights. And when lowered like this, they do rather tend to restrain any overly enthusiastic kicking about. And then afterwards, back in place, they retain warmth so nicely.
November 11, 2025 at 5:52 PM
I'll post a more substantial comment on the blog, but I had to stop here to say that this piece was simply breathtaking.

My word, but you are a prodigious scholar with an exquisitely rare gift for writing beautifully while communicating in depth. How blessed are your students.
November 7, 2025 at 12:29 PM
PS: I really am unjustifiedly, insufferable proud of my utterly elementary Spanish fluency.
November 2, 2025 at 3:20 PM