A typical day in the life of Opie Kindred.

[Opie Kindred]

On any given Monday (or any day of the week for that matter), by the time most of my Canadian compadres have punched the time-clock and positioned themselves at their work stations, I'm languorously stretching in silk sheets wondering whether I will brew and enjoy a dark Sumatra or sip a perfectly chilled Mimosa.



Once I've unhurriedly slipped-out of bed and made my way into the kitchen, my foremost preoccupation will be to determine the location of my after-breakfast nature walk or hike. Upon my return, I will likely head to the top-floor pool/sundeck for a few laps, let the sun dry my skin, enjoy the view over the busy metropolis and absorb the energy emanating from this sunny aerie. At this time, on a late sunny morning, there a few other tenants lounging around the pool... usually delicious-looking and voluptuous women in French-cut bikinis, one of which who will unmistakably ask me to rub tanning oil on her back. This interaction may lead to a pre-lunch romp... or not.  I have no agenda.

 

After a soothing shower and a light lunch, I may spend part of the afternoon in company of a few friends enjoying a light snack on a restaurant terrace of a bustling city avenue as we watch the throng of anonymous beautiful people making their way to unknown destinations.



I will then head back home and abandon myself to a dreamy siesta, watching the drapes flutter in the warm afternoon breeze. The sounds of the city, a subdued groan at the elevation of my condo, faintly reaches my ears as a blissful sleep overcomes consciousness.



Later, I will catch-up on my diary notes or memoirs or read Virgil until dinner time. As an Epicurean, I put time, effort and love in all meals I prepare for myself. Sometimes I will have a guest at the table, but I mostly entertain later in the evening; entertainment consisting of enlightened conversation with close friends over a aged Sherry and a savoury cigarillo; the evocative blue wisps never fail to transport me to a timeless epoch where the life of a demiurge was not scorned upon, as in contemporary times, but actually believed to be the pinnacle of self-realization.



When I finally retire, I feel content, fulfilled, inspired, enchanted and eternal. I feel like a god. I do not pray. I bless. Other immortals visit in my dreams.



What does your day bring you?

[Bricktop]

Wankers. Just like you.

[Opie Kindred]

Wankers. Just like you.

dere dere. Self-reliance in any form is a lost Art.

[Bricktop]

Whereas hyperbole and self aggrandisement are still prolific, it would appear.



Not to mention craven deceit.

[Anonymous]

The bullshit hasn't been this thick since instigator posted here. ac_toofunny

[Bricktop]

Methinks the malcontent Blurt is up to his old deceptive conjuring.

[RW]

It's probably EL.

[@realAzhyaAryola]

He does sound like EL, RW. You could be on to something. However, I think that EL would want to identify always with an Islamic symbol. He can't be without that symbol. It's his shield and armor.

[RW]

*shrug*

[@realAzhyaAryola]

Methinks the malcontent Blurt is up to his old deceptive conjuring.

I thought we were the malcontents according to the hallucinations of some.

[Anonymous]

Methinks the malcontent Blurt is up to his old deceptive conjuring.

I thought we were the malcontents according to the hallucinations of some.

I think we are fine Azhya.

 ac_smile

[@realAzhyaAryola]

Of course we are, Fash.  ac_flower

[Bricktop]

It's probably EL.

No.



Its Blurt.

[RW]

You don't know that.

[Anonymous]

You don't know that.

Whoever it is, he or she can tell an interesting story.