I haven’t been motivated to blog lately with lots of work-related activities keeping me occupied along with a last-minute week-long escape week before last. What is the saying, “I have to go back to work to rest up?”
The last few days have been interesting though. With last Friday as “No Pants Day” and Saturday being “World Naked Gardening Day,” I’ve been enjoying a few public exhibition giggles and some just plain old being naked revelry with friends.
For No Pants Day, I wore a pair of boy short panties and a simple tank top. I had done this last year for an entire week, so it was easy. Some boy short panties look so much like yoga shorts or girls’ gym shorts no one really pays attention. I learned this from young London girls (pre-COVID) who would wear panties just like short shorts to shop, hang out with friends, or even to the theatre. If anyone looked close enough, they could tell I was only in panties, but only a few people did. I rewarded those who noticed with a big smile or a laugh. If a girl is going to strut her stuff, a smile is required so people are included in the fun. One cannot be serious or glum when publicly preening in underwear!
World Naked Gardening Day could have been called Being Careful While Naked in the Desert at Sparks’ Casita. I only have a small potted herb garden among the natural flora of the Sonoran Desert in my small backyard. We had to dodge the spikes and spines of yucca, agave, prickly pear, and saguaro as we cleaned up and weeded the little yard and trimmed my potted herbs.
I got the morning event started off by greeting each person at the door dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. After coffee and pastries, when it was time to garden, I took my clothes off in front of them all, reminded them to wear their hats, and went outside. The girls followed my lead, neatly folding their clothes in the kitchen and emerging buck naked in the backyard.
I learned this from a seasoned river guide, “…if you want folks to get naked, don’t talk about it, just set the example and take your clothes off. Those that want to get naked, will.” On river trips, he and his girlfriend led, they would stop at a particular swimming hole and simply drop their shorts and jump in. Most of the time, people assumed this was the thing to do and did the same. His girlfriend, instead of buying swimsuits for river trips, just wore cute panties and went topless when not wearing the required life jacket for padding and rowing. Often, female passengers followed her lead. What happens on the river, stays on the river, you know?
It follows then that, “What happens at Sparks’ Casita, stays at the Casita.” Four of my girlfriends and I lasted about fifteen minutes before we found ourselves slathering sunscreen on each other, all over, with lots of giggles and grins. It was slippery fun for a while.
After the gardening, we slipped into swimsuits and dashed for the community complex pool for the first swims of the season. The water was cool as yet, but swimmable. I yearned to put on a crotchless swimsuit I bought a couple of years ago, but decided the nude gardening was enough exposure for the day. This particular swimsuit works better for evening swims anyway.
