Many thanks, everyone, for your kind and thoughtful comments on my previous post. You have no idea how much I appreciated them. I was feeling rather down and extremely confused. However, after pondering the matter and giving it considerable thought, I have decided to run off to Tuktoyaktuk and open a saloon called "Jo's Place". It will be a fabulous place of ill repute, and everyone will be welcome there. We will have music, dancing, and lots of libations. If we wish, we can be drunk and disorderly and have a wonderful time. I'm tired of my boring-little-life anyway. I don't drink, except very occasionally on social occasions, but I think perhaps it's time I took up the sport. In my refrigerator I have a bottle of gin that has been there for a couple of years. I think it's sufficiently chilled by now, don't you? If I am going to be tagged as a wicked, wicked woman, I might as well have some fun while I'm at it. I mean, really, how wicked can one be, sitting in a big cozy chair, wearing pink fuzzy slippers, drinking cocoa and watching the Home and Garden Television channel every night?
I mean -- really!
The Ruined Maid
“O ‘Melia, my dear, this does everything crown!
Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town?
And whence such fair garments, such proseperity”--
“O didn’t you know I’d been ruined?” said she.
--”You left us in tatters, without shoes or socks,
Tired of digging potatoes, and spudding up docks;
And now you’ve gay bracelets and bright feathers three!”
“Yes, that’s how we dress when we’re ruined.” said she.
--”At home in the barton you said ‘thee’ and ‘thou,’
And ‘thik oon,’ and ‘theas oon,’ and ‘t’other’; but now
Your talking quite fits ‘ee for high company!”--
“Some polish is gained with one’s ruin,” said she.
--”Your hands were like paws then, your face blue and bleak
But now I’m bewitched by your delicate cheek,
And your little gloves fit as on any lady!”--
“We never do work when we’re ruined,” said she.
--”You used to call home-life a hag ridden dream,
And you’d sigh, and you’d sock; but at present you seem
To know not the megrims or melancholoy!”--
“True, One’s pretty lively when ruined,” said she.
-- “I wish I had feathers, a fine sweeping gown,
And a delicate face, and could strut about Town!”--
“My dear- a raw country girl, such as you be,
Cannot quite expect that. You ain’t ruined,” said she.
... Thomas Hardy
Welcome to Jo's Place. Be as bawdy and as wicked as you like. The only house rule is to kick up your heels and have fun!