tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327348657265652781.post3418656442707072196..comments2023-10-03T11:41:21.191+01:00Comments on The Truth About Lies: #530Jim Murdochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327348657265652781.post-15745713116258062362015-05-22T11:21:07.219+01:002015-05-22T11:21:07.219+01:00I hate being hot, Kass. It’s hot today and I’m sit...I hate being hot, <b>Kass</b>. It’s hot today and I’m sitting here working with my shirt off. I’d rather not be—I’m not the kind of guy who likes to wander around with his shirt off (I’d <i>never</i> do it outside)—but one has to be practical and it is hot today (by Scottish standards at least). I honestly cannot remember the last time I sat out in the sun and the last time I actually sunbathed will have been years before that which is probably a good thing since I’ll be less likely to get skin cancer although there’s no guarantee. My dad loved the sun. He used to work constant nights so in the summer would lie out in the garden and sleep. We’d have to keep an eye on him to make sure he didn’t bake. Not me though. Now I’m quite content to lie and think—it’s a luxury really—but back then I wanted to be doing stuff. Lying down seemed such a waste of time.Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327348657265652781.post-4447389443244047562015-05-21T15:30:47.821+01:002015-05-21T15:30:47.821+01:00I'm musing over and over on the first stanza. ...I'm musing over and over on the first stanza. I like it, but how can a wet dream cool your thoughts? It must have been REALLY hot if your thoughts could cool the heat haze. Anyway, I'm feeling sweaty just reading your poem...so 'good on ya'.Kasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05233330248952156754noreply@blogger.com