I love our friends. I also love, when it's a hundred degrees out, to shed most or all of my clothes.
That's when they drive into the ranch. And I scramble for whatever it may be that passes for... ranch wear. Yesterday it was a coat. Don't know how that one was still hanging in the barn since winter. Prior to that it was a Chinese black robe with a red dragon on the back. I also have had on a long-ish skirt that served double duty as a mini dress. More, I'm sure. They must think I'm really bizarre
I'm not really a nudist. I don't much like any -ist and -ism things. I'm also not suggesting that friends do not drop by to visit. I'd love some to come here right now, and we could have a beer and I could joke about the.subject.
And I do have clothes on right now.
Here's a photo I took of another naked ranch resident:
At my age, if I'd been a lizard, I'd be a pair of boots by now. So no picture of me.
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