From the days of being forced, due to health concerns, of being confined inside, both because of disease prevention issues and weather comfort, to the fast approaching days of outdoor freedom because of the seasonal transition, a happier future is hopefully forthcoming for us all! Dreams of being one again outside and naked with friends are soon upon us!
Just imagine waking up and realizing that in the entire world, you are the solo – the one, the only, the completely total – bare practitioner left on this planet. There isn’t another naked or nude or clothes free person left anywhere around. Everyone else is proudly covering themselves in clothes! There is not another person who is bare and confident. You are it! What the hell do you do now? Do you scurry in shame into your closet, drag out a wardrobe of garments and conceal yourself?
Author’s Note: As a preface to this posting entry, please read here. After almost two full weeks of cleaning, restoration and “drying-out” I was notified today that my regular office at my university is now ready for me to return. The projected completion date was estimated to be around the beginning of February. I am in no way disheartened over the brevity of the wait – nor are any of my professional colleagues!
I offer to all of you a sincere apology for not publishing here yesterday, Monday, January 13, 2020. The reason for the absence was a very last-minute disaster at my job that was unforseen and beyond my control. I wasn’t made aware of the situation until it was too late to update my draft for the regular entry. My presence at my office was deemed immediate and absolutely essential.
This month, almost exactly the same day, President Barack Obama was retired from his office as chief executive of the United States. After eight years as this country’s leader, his term limit of eight years (two four-year terms) was officially over. Funny, but his length of service seemed to have flown by beyond the speed of light. Of course, we all know too much about the fool who replaced him.
Reflections or thoughts somehow manage to develop without any schedule or reason. They happen when we least expect them or they occur when we haven’t the energy nor the time to devote to them. I accept the reality and deal with it by maintaining a small notebook that is exclusively devoted to writing down notes relating to each specific reflection or thought. Very similar to a “shopping agenda” or list of items to buy.
A surprise, especially a happy and pleasant one, is always welcome! It has a unique way of brightening-up one’s day and enlivening one’s life. It makes the time all the more valuable as it adds a sense of both joy and purpose. Surprises are generally completely unexpected and usually happen without much notice or preparation. The surprise can be beneficial in many different ways – some immediate and some when the unexpected slowly erodes into the past.
Life can be very confusing sometimes. Just when we think that an issue has been resolved and put to rest, all of a sudden – BINGO – it somehow manages to resurrect itself and raise its ugly head again. The same is true in blogging. I guess this comes with the territory and its merely a fact of life. But this dilemma was one of the reasons that I created the “Friday Footnote” feature here on ReNude Pride – as a space where any of the updates or anecdotes to the blog can be posted.
Despite what the featured photograph and title may infer, the designation “Black Friday” has nothing whatsoever to do with a racial reference. Instead, the term “Black Friday” is what is known in the U.S. retail industry as the official first day of the Christmas holiday shopping season. It is the day after the U.S. Thanksgiving holiday (always the fourth Thursday in November) which means it is always a Friday. The “Black” designation is in reference to the customary business practice of posting commercial profits in black ink and commercial losses in red ink.
When I first saw these video clips, my thoughts were returned to an earlier time in my life when I falsely assumed it was my ordained mission in my life to convert the entire universe into practicing nudity. I envisioned someday being canonized the Patron Saint of All Naturists/Nudists Forever, Amen. You may commence the celestial angelic drum-roll now, if you please! Admittedly, I was young and foolish but at least I was thinking big and trying to find a worthy cause to champion. Alas, reality set in by the time that I graduated secondary school and I eventually became a professor.