Theme Thursday Relax

Beach Chairs by Laura Trevey

 re·lax   /rɪˈlæks/

–verb (used without object)

6. to become less tense, rigid, or firm.

7. to become less strict or severe; grow milder.

8. to reduce or stop work, effort, application, etc., esp. for the sake of rest or recreation.

9. to release oneself from inhibition, worry, tension, etc.

Man!  I am the last person you want to hear from regarding "relax" because I do not know how.  I have been a hyper, worried, skitzy, thinks too much, glass-is-half-empty person my entire life.  I have spent years and dollars and time seeking ways to relax, from physical therapy to yoga to psychological counseling to drugs to exercise to drinking and now, back to yoga/exercise.  Do I have a magic answer?  Hell no!

I have been a nail biter, teeth grinder, stomach churning mess whose primary saving grace is to constantly seek ways to help myself.  Otherwise, I'd be an alcoholic with a drug problem and no teeth. 

"Relax" you say?  I'll try.  Belly breathing, inversion poses, cardio vascular exercise, meditation are the preferred methods.  Of course, I like double gin martinis, an extra dose of Cymbalta, half a pack of cigarettes and a great big meal.  If I don't calm down after that, I'm just not gonna.

So there you have it.  Don't take advice from me as it will be all the wrong suggestions, liquor, pills, cigarettes, sex...did I leave that out?  Sex always relaxes you but you have to have it.  I'm uptight every night ...

"Honey!

  

Theme Thursday Park

The very first thing that came to mind when I read the TT word was how we used to park to neck.  My fondness for parking knew no bounds as a teenager.  And I wasn't the only one.  Most of us girls operated under the constraints of remaining virgins until we were married.  Most of the guys operated with the intention of thwarting that plan.  To park and to neck was a pretty good prelude to some kind of sexual activity, you know, first base, second base, third base...HOME!   They called it "scoring".  How very male.

                                             Interior shot from hotrodhotline.com

One of the great things about cars back in the day was bench seats.  Unless a guy had a sports car, the car had bench seats.  Bench seats allowed you to spread out, as it were.  You could lie down.  You could have sex.  You could just fool around.  It was comfortable.  Bucket seats were unsatisfactory.  You'd end up climbing in the back seat which was usually too tiny. 

                         

from Saturday Evening Post article

A favorite place to park was the drive in. What a gift!  An evenings' entertainment with a movie, food and usually some heavy necking.   If I was headed to the movies on a date, my parents didn't often ask "where?" They usually wanted to know "What movie?"  My father was much more concerned about the risque value of the movie than the risque activity that might ensue.  Of course, we usually double dated so he probably figured little would happen.  I remember one particular night on a triple date.  My best friend and her boyfriend were in the back of the station wagon.  Remember those little fold down seats?  His brother drove their parent's wagon so he was in the front seat with a new date, a nice quiet girl.  My boyfriend and I were in the middle seat.   His brother and my girlfriend were definitely hot and heavy in the back.  At one point she yelled at him, "Bill!  Why don't you ever cut your fingernails?"  I think my boyfriend and I started laughing but our driver was very embarrassed.  Some first date!

I actually recall some of the the movies I didn't really see:  "2001:  A Space Odyssey", all "The Pink Panther" flicks; "One Million Years BC"; "Planet of the Apes"; "Fahrenheit 451" and probably many more.  None of these movies mattered to us.  The ones that did, the ones we thought would be important or worthwhile, we dressed up for and went to the movie theatres in Westwood or Hollywood or Santa Monica. The experience was just better with big screens, great sound system, beautiful comfortable old theaters. 

But I digress.  It's about parking isn't it?  I still think parking is a nice way to spend an evening.  Take a drive, go sit on a hill overlooking a city of sparkling lights or the ocean while you park on the sand or a drive in restaurant where you can still eat in the car.  I love cars and the joy I've experienced in them...and that includes parking!