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[unred typo]

There’s nothing more relaxing this side of heaven than…

Kayaking in the morning before the speed boaters are awake.

[KR Wordgazer]

A hot tub with candlelight and Bach.

[Metacrock]

Devorsurac's "New World" symphony.

[ZAROVE]

Heaven has sides? And what is this word "relax"?

[KR Wordgazer]

Heaven has sides? And what is this word "relax"?

Good one, Zarove.

Another relaxing thing: Watching a good DVD with a cat on your lap and a cup of tea in your hand.

[unred typo]

Heaven has sides? And what is this word "relax"?

Yes...sides...four square! hehe... And you can't relax until you lax. When you have laxed at least once, you can relax whenever you get the chance.

For you, my new overworked friend, a lax probably won't be easy. You'll have to work at it. Don't go right out for the full blown lax. Try something like painting a room, then give yourself a break and don't wash the roller cover after. But do pull it off the roller or when it's cemented on there, you'll have to expend so much effort getting it off you'll undo all your lax and have a relapse into unlax.

[QuantumTroll]

... making it to the top of that last ridge and collapsing in the grass, letting the wind play over you as your shoulders and hips cry a sweet song and the backpack is off and you feel light. The shoes off, feet released to crisp fresh green under and smiling bright blue above and you take flight. Down the slope to the stream, wash and cool and refresh and play. Hours left before dark, and nobody speaks because there is no say, only be and do, everyone alone together.

/looks forward to summer soooo much!

[Metacrock]

that's a good one QT. that reminds me of one.

when I was kid about eight, on a nice summer day, my brother and I and one our best freinds would go to the public swiming pool and spash around and almost drawn. piss in the pool and laugh and not tell. no home with butts itching on hot vinyal car seat with sun and heat no ac and lots of traffic, can't wait to get home, itching burnnig in the summer sun. shower, dry off, clean clothes.

go down to the afternoon moive, earth vs flying saucers or something, and huge stack of comics and popcycles, feeling clean, dry, and like we'd been rung out. I recall that first moment of getting dressed again and going down tot he comics and the goodies, and feeling so great.

Man I remember summer days as a child at my old Oak cliff house as being like heaven.