That Can't Be A Sunburn - The Sun Is A Myth

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Just then we heard voices and laughter coming from the dining room and who should walk through the door but our BMW friends, Robert and Julie.

They were followed by the Innkeepers, Bob and Linda and their friends, two couples that I had no idea where the hell they came from, and an older woman of about 60 with a defiant look in her eye and a hemp necklace. She wore, what I can only describe as a robe, and she was barefoot.

Ah, I had seen this species before. Disillusioned hippie. Jaded commune fodder. Angry post-menopausal environmentalist. She would take some watching. Her kind was unpredictable and more than likely slightly crazy. She stank of the fringe, if you know what I mean. My defenses were up immediately.

As we settled in I took a quick count of the room. Well, thirteen wasn't a bad turnout, not a bad number at all.

After a few moments a door - until now unnoticed by me as it was on the other side of the fireplace and partially out of view - opened and a man and a dog kind of sidled into the library. Very nonchalant.

The man was probably in his late 30's, flannel shirt, jeans and hiking boots. His face was soft, his eyes blue. I thought his hair was blondish, but on second look decided that he might be older than I had originally assumed as his hair was not blond but grey. His hands, arms, and neck were wind-burned and red, (couldn't be sunburn because as far as I was concerned the sun, this far north, was nothing but a rumor). He didn't say anything nor did he look at us, instead going about his business of getting his dog settled on a big comfy looking pillow by the chair he was evidently going to occupy.

As you know I've done a fair amount of public speaking - some of it even requested - and I had to ding him right off the bat. He should have greeted us. Put us at ease. This is not the way to curry favor with your audience.

He futzed around for the next few minutes arranging his chair, trying various angles and positions until he found the sweet spot, whatever that was. Some fung shui no doubt. It was fascinating to watch. He was maneuvering around an area no larger than the footprint of a refrigerator. Perhaps he was looking to align his aura along a north-south axis. I don't know. Whatever it was he took so long doing it that the audience, small as it was, became anxious.


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