Author: Catherine

Dear Lord above!

All of my doctors (and there are far too many for my taste) have portals. Gone are the days of picking up the phone, calling the office, and actually speaking to a human being.

If I do call, I get to push a button for a laundry list of doctors, or push another button for another laundry list of doctors, or push yet another button for a nurse or medication renewal or blah blah blah.

So, I use a portal. I currently have five portals with five different passwords that take me around my elbow to get to my ass. Does that make sense?

I’m whipped!

It would be much easier to reduce the number of doctors in my life (pity I never married a doctor), thus reducing these insane portals which would make my life so much more enjoyable.

I wonder if they would miss me? With a couple of exceptions, most of these guys act as if they have never seen me before because we seem to have the same conversation each time I’m there at their request.

Maybe I will cancel a visit or two just to test them out. If they miss me, they can write via …

wait for it …

the freakin’ portal.

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

Seriously, TV shows are boring me to death. The news shows are all about social injustice, cancel culture, BLM, we hate Republicans, Donald Trump sucks, Biden is wonderful (NO! He’s not!) … the list goes on and on.

I’m watching “The Closer” series for the third time on Prime. When “Bosch” comes back this summer, I will binge watch every single episode from day one before watching the new season.

As the TV cancellation list is made available, I see that one of my favorite shows has been canceled. Why? I suspect it’s because the writing sucks!

Writers today (of which I am not one) are all over the map. I watched one show that had at least five different scenarios going on at the same time. Please. Give me maybe two things to concentrate on and you’ve got me as a fan. Five or six? Forget about it.

The news isn’t much better. I watch local news for the weather report. For weeks now, local news has been all about COVID and the renaming of local schools (my alma mater is being attacked). It seems that students who attend schools name for Confederate generals are unhappy. Forget the fact that these schools have been around since the 1920’s.

In a way, I understand how they feel; however, changing the name of a school won’t guarantee that the students aren’t going to be just as stupid tomorrow as they are today. It’s more of the cancel culture thing that drives me nuts!

Back to TV … mine is free TV as I refuse to pay anyone to bring me hundreds of stations that I will never watch. Free TV gives me 20-30 stations that I’m basically ignoring anyway, so what’s the point.

Period.

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

eye bolts are in the ceiling
visible to the naked eye
eye bolts two of them
round and strong and heavy
screwed into heavy wooded beams

two chains
hang from the eye bolts
thick metal chains
metal clamps on either end
cold to the look and touch

a three foot bar
attached to the chains and clamps
a cold metal bar
trapeze-like suspended in the air
its presence is surreal

thick straps
on either end
of the cold metal bar
leather straps with big snaps
strong black leather straps

a deep brown leather chair
in one corner of the room
it has an old world smell
deep cushions with leather arms
the leather moans with movement

on the leather footstool is a blanket
wool plaid and warm
tossed loosely across the footstool
ready to be used for comfort
to wrap around the shivering body

a small wooden table is next to the chair
three candles are lit but there are more
a silver ashtray with cigarette box
a coaster for the crystal snifter
a leather-bound book of favorite poems

someone is sitting in the chair
sipping on a glass of cognac
legs crossed to reveal
black leather boots with silver tips
a leather whip rests across the lap

a woman is in the room
arms held high above her head
wrists slipped inside
the tight leather straps
her body is fully exposed

she is draped with white chiffon
as if the material were a snake
winding its way around her body
her eyes wide open
as she takes in the room

the fire in the stone fireplace
illuminates her body
she stretches to keep her balance
standing tiptoed
she does as she is told

“Pet, you please me,” the voice whispers to her.

“Thank you, Sir,” she whispers back.

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

Earned It
by The Weeknd