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I laid down the law with the nice fellow and now I'm really sleepy and uninspired and I have to write a lot today not to be a hypocrite.
This is the problem, though: here's this sex incident, and I tend to be coy about sex, and I don't want to be coy, but I don't want to go into a lot of detail either. Since it's first person narration, and the fellow is only lightly enculturated, there's no reason for him to be more reticent about sex than he is about eating, working, and other things. But he hasn't gone into a lot of detail about anything, really, he's pretty spare in his descriptions of things. Now, later on, he's going to rhapsodize about pie, but that's because it is the first thing that ever had associations for him.
Last night at Bingo it was the second week for a new pull tabs game and the ladies spent $1300, mostly in sets of $20. I heard that last week they sold about twice as much as I did last night. The reason? the tabs have a fiction of having "two games" on each ticket, which means that the $250-win limit can be circumvented and they can win $500 on one ticket. So instead of eight $250 winners, there's four $500 winners. I used to think that the ladies had no sense of probabilty, but after a year of watching them, I realize that they have some sense, though not a sophisticated one, and that they know damned well they're not going to come out ahead -- the whole thing is a lark. For most of them. I'm sorry for the ones who take it seriously at base. The ones who are really just playing around with an expensive hobby are probably getting value for their money.
I still don';t think we should have to have fundraisers of questionable morals to have a music program. But I do value the music program, which is small but very good.
Okay. The chapter needs at least 500 more words, and to feel like a decent human being, I need to get at least 1000 words into the next chapter (which is another one with sex in it, but it also has love in it, and that's interesting in its own way).
But I also have to grout that damned tile -- I had to reset one yesterday so it's still not grouted. And I bought a halz-dozen artichoke plants when I bought the pruning things so I have to plant those.
This is the problem, though: here's this sex incident, and I tend to be coy about sex, and I don't want to be coy, but I don't want to go into a lot of detail either. Since it's first person narration, and the fellow is only lightly enculturated, there's no reason for him to be more reticent about sex than he is about eating, working, and other things. But he hasn't gone into a lot of detail about anything, really, he's pretty spare in his descriptions of things. Now, later on, he's going to rhapsodize about pie, but that's because it is the first thing that ever had associations for him.
Last night at Bingo it was the second week for a new pull tabs game and the ladies spent $1300, mostly in sets of $20. I heard that last week they sold about twice as much as I did last night. The reason? the tabs have a fiction of having "two games" on each ticket, which means that the $250-win limit can be circumvented and they can win $500 on one ticket. So instead of eight $250 winners, there's four $500 winners. I used to think that the ladies had no sense of probabilty, but after a year of watching them, I realize that they have some sense, though not a sophisticated one, and that they know damned well they're not going to come out ahead -- the whole thing is a lark. For most of them. I'm sorry for the ones who take it seriously at base. The ones who are really just playing around with an expensive hobby are probably getting value for their money.
I still don';t think we should have to have fundraisers of questionable morals to have a music program. But I do value the music program, which is small but very good.
Okay. The chapter needs at least 500 more words, and to feel like a decent human being, I need to get at least 1000 words into the next chapter (which is another one with sex in it, but it also has love in it, and that's interesting in its own way).
But I also have to grout that damned tile -- I had to reset one yesterday so it's still not grouted. And I bought a halz-dozen artichoke plants when I bought the pruning things so I have to plant those.
