Radspace

It’s not nice to mock people but I never said I was nice.

The Shadow Lane party is less than a week away and I’m conditioning myself. Not for physical activity or to toughen up my spanking hand but to be able to cope with seeing what I call the Traveling Road Show. This is the person who has so many implements that he (and it’s almost always a he) literally needs some sort of wheeled vehicle to bring them wherever he goes. I guess it’s good to be prepared for any circumstance or occasion at the drop of a hat but are fourteen different kinds of paddles really necessary all the time?

Sandy and I may carry a small bag to the club with different tools of the trade and I did buy myself a nice faux-leather tube case for canes (can’t let the authorities see me walking with those in the street), but that’s about it for us. Neither of us really has a need to take every width of strap or floggers made from penguin foreskin or whatever.

My conditioning regimen consists of watching YouTube videos of Home Shopping Network on-air disasters. If I can stop from laughing at those, then I won’t burst into guffaws when a guy walks by with the top of a tree sticking out from a golf cart.