【圖】壽星Ｖ 爸,
On a summer's day, a man walks into the restaurant. He pauses by one of the stained glass windows, splendidly backlit by the afternoon sun and looks about as regal as it's possible for a man to be without benefit of royal robes.
At the age of 62, he stands ramrod-straight, eternally tan, eyes flashing with mischief, as a slightly sardonic grin plays around his lips, making you feel he's just been told a joke that you couldn't possibly understand
We don't confer titles in North America, but if we did like the English, he would surely be Sir W, if not Lord Z.
Just the kind of man who should be Julius Caesar. Not Shakespeare's Caesar, a dusty bore but the one imagined by George Bernard.
He sits down, orders a glass of red wine and relaxes. His jacket is stylishly cut, but the lack of a tie indicates that this man may be imperial, yet he's not imperious.
Ask him why he wants to do volunteer work after taken an early retirement ７years ago and he cuts right to the chase.
"Because it's very, very kinky. i feel like a sexy, smart older man infatuated with a devilishly divine social skem."
Having caused a shock wave with his daring opening line ( as he knew he would) he instantly backpedals with race, as the naughty but well mannered Asianmount that he was raised to be.
"It's not quite as lascivious," he purrs, "but there is that naughty frisson behind the relationship of the world and you that keeps me on my toes without being wired. I've enjoyed my past 7 yrs of no work but play. I've decided to join the working force not because I have to, but it's so fascinating because my daughter suddenly becomes a dream chaser, a sensual dream chaser. My God! I can't be left behind, life should be a romantic comedy....hahaha."
"I'm so glad I can be an example of whom is still young at heart, " exults the man, "and I'm thrilled with what our community's doing. I have felt great energy and grace and youth...ah, youth!"
But it takes more than a charming community and a tempting work site to get this man to commit his 2 days a week. He's still in demand by his family, and much more by his daughter who's still stuck in PEI.
"I've always believed in returning to the community. I thank God for the past, present and future to come. I thank my family for supporting me to take risk and dares. It's all good. It's all exciting. It doesn't matter if it's rocky or not. It's change and I needed it."
Of course, he wouldn't be Z the Perfectionist if he didn't find some faults and he's ready to speak about them as well.
"I got to get all the genteel out of the place, and have a nice snooze. I also don't want to work much. I can't do my best work if I constantly running madly from one to another. It's like going to a restaurant with a menu that's so big you know the chef just can't prepare every dish well."
The man pauses to take a sip of wine, speaking more softly when he resumes.
Ask him what he remembers about his first legit job and he laughs.
"Going to bed at four in the morning. No really, that's what it was. A big party. We were all like that. The company wanted to test me. They would keep me up drinking till all hours because they wanted to see if I was tough enough to carouse all night and then perform my duties at a matinee the next day. And if you did, you were a man, my son."
The world "retire" isn't in his vocabulary and he grows excited again as he talks about the kind of work he still wants to do.
"I want to be a character who drive, who do, who make things happen."
The man drains his glass of wine and looks off in the distance where the sun is sinking ever lower in the sky.
" I do want to attend my daughter's wedding soon," he says a bit wistfully, "but it's always regarded as a farewell and I don't even want to think of that.
"No, not yet."
On a summer's day, a man walks into the restaurant. He pauses by one of the stained glass windows, splendidly backlit by the afternoon sun and looks about as regal as it's possible for a man to be without benefit of royal robes.
At the age of 62, he stands ramrod-straight, eternally tan, eyes flashing with mischief, as a slightly sardonic grin plays around his lips, making you feel he's just been told a joke that you couldn't possibly understand
We don't confer titles in North America, but if we did like the English, he would surely be Sir W, if not Lord Z.
Just the kind of man who should be Julius Caesar. Not Shakespeare's Caesar, a dusty bore but the one imagined by George Bernard.
He sits down, orders a glass of red wine and relaxes. His jacket is stylishly cut, but the lack of a tie indicates that this man may be imperial, yet he's not imperious.
Ask him why he wants to do volunteer work after taken an early retirement ７years ago and he cuts right to the chase.
"Because it's very, very kinky. i feel like a sexy, smart older man infatuated with a devilishly divine social skem."
Having caused a shock wave with his daring opening line ( as he knew he would) he instantly backpedals with race, as the naughty but well mannered Asianmount that he was raised to be.
"It's not quite as lascivious," he purrs, "but there is that naughty frisson behind the relationship of the world and you that keeps me on my toes without being wired. I've enjoyed my past 7 yrs of no work but play. I've decided to join the working force not because I have to, but it's so fascinating because my daughter suddenly becomes a dream chaser, a sensual dream chaser. My God! I can't be left behind, life should be a romantic comedy....hahaha."
"I'm so glad I can be an example of whom is still young at heart, " exults the man, "and I'm thrilled with what our community's doing. I have felt great energy and grace and youth...ah, youth!"
But it takes more than a charming community and a tempting work site to get this man to commit his 2 days a week. He's still in demand by his family, and much more by his daughter who's still stuck in PEI.
"I've always believed in returning to the community. I thank God for the past, present and future to come. I thank my family for supporting me to take risk and dares. It's all good. It's all exciting. It doesn't matter if it's rocky or not. It's change and I needed it."
Of course, he wouldn't be Z the Perfectionist if he didn't find some faults and he's ready to speak about them as well.
"I got to get all the genteel out of the place, and have a nice snooze. I also don't want to work much. I can't do my best work if I constantly running madly from one to another. It's like going to a restaurant with a menu that's so big you know the chef just can't prepare every dish well."
The man pauses to take a sip of wine, speaking more softly when he resumes.
Ask him what he remembers about his first legit job and he laughs.
"Going to bed at four in the morning. No really, that's what it was. A big party. We were all like that. The company wanted to test me. They would keep me up drinking till all hours because they wanted to see if I was tough enough to carouse all night and then perform my duties at a matinee the next day. And if you did, you were a man, my son."
The world "retire" isn't in his vocabulary and he grows excited again as he talks about the kind of work he still wants to do.
"I want to be a character who drive, who do, who make things happen."
The man drains his glass of wine and looks off in the distance where the sun is sinking ever lower in the sky.
" I do want to attend my daughter's wedding soon," he says a bit wistfully, "but it's always regarded as a farewell and I don't even want to think of that.
"No, not yet."
生活綜合維他命【Etceteraism】(2)