Wednesday, February 03, 2016

It's February Already?

So one month down and 11 to go.  And I'm sort of off to an uneven start on my new years resolutions.  

I did manage to go some place I've never been before:  Honduras.  As part the Big Gay Cruise we pulled into Roatan in Honduras.  It was okay.  The weather was kind of crappy so my excursion to the beach resort was kind of a bust.  I think if you are a scuba person, then it might be worthwhile to go.  Otherwise, I'm not too sure.  We also went to Cozumel & Grand Caymen (where I only got off the ship to eat and find some wifi) as well as Belize.  I actually highly recommend Belize.  Not Belize City which apparently has the murder rate of Chicago, but the islands off of Belize or into the jungle to see the Mayan ruins.  John and I went there for a week and had a blast (except when I threw my back out, but details).  

The being healthy thing is still a work in progress.  I came back from the cruise with a cold and my shoulder is still messed up, so my gym workouts are limited.  But I'm trying.  I had some very interesting moments on the BGC where I realized that I'm tired of being me.  That I want to be someone else.  Which I know is weird since my life doesn't suck that much at all.  I'm pretty lucky/blessed.  But it doesn't stop me from me wanting something else, to wanting to be someone else.  And I know I'm limited by age and genetics, but still.

Spinning the subject wheel.  I can't with politics these days.  It's all so sad and depressing on so many fronts.  And I fear the madness will only get worse.  It's going to be a long 10 months till November.

More blogging soon!

Friday, January 01, 2016

Hello 2016!

So one of my new years resolutions is to start blogging again.  And so here I am.  Of course with me, nothing is ever easy and it basically took me all day to remember the email address and password that I used to start this here bloggy thing, but I'm BACK!

So resolutions.  A good thing or a bad thing?  Personally I'm on the fence about them.  But I had an odd conversation the other night about resolutions.  I was at dinner with some friends and they had another friend there (let's call him Jim).  After some sort of depressing dinner conversation I thought I would spin the subject wheel and ask people what their New Years Resolutions were.  Easy enough right? A little light hearted conversation starter, right?

So I think I started first and said what my resolutions are (more focus on health, travel new places, blog again).  And Jim sort of interrupts me to ask why I'm not happy with myself.  And that's where the conversation sort of went off the rails.  It's not that I'm not happy with myself, in general, but that there are some things I'd like to do to make me better.  And Jim didn't want to believe me.  He stated that he was perfectly happy with his life and that he didn't think he needed to make any changes in his life.  And that's a perfectly fine answer, but for me I'm not particularly happy with the status quo so I'd like to make some changes.  Even his other friends were agreeing with me but the whole conversation was just a bit bizarro.

And I think as I approach a certain life milestone (cough, 50, cough) I think that if there are things that I can do to make myself better, to make myself feel better, then why shouldn't I be trying to make some changes.

I've seen the new Star Wars twice now and they've shown the Kung Fu Panda 3 trailer both times.  In the trailer the old master says to the panda hero:  "If you only do what you can do, you'll never be more than you are now."  And I know that sounds like a bit of cliche, but it sort of resonated with me.   I want to be more than what I am now.    

Monday, May 27, 2013

One Year Ago Today

My sweet boo.

I love you.
I miss you.
Always.


Wednesday, May 22, 2013

The Joys of Dog Ownership


Home early to get my hair cut.  
Walking Suki.

We've passed this dead little bird several times and never even stopped.  

But today, Suki decided that the dead bird was just ripe enough to snack on.

So I immediately try to stop her.

Prying her jaws apart to pull the dead bird out.  

And I succeed.

But yea me.  
I've got a dead bird in my right hand.

We keep walking.  I throw the bird in the trash.  
But my right hand is just covered in dead bird grime, feathers, etc.  

And the smell.

Oh the smell.

We get home.  And that's when I realize that my keys are in my right front pocket.  

In order to not pollute my pants, I'm trying to reach into my right pocket using my left hand.  

It takes a bit, but I finally get my keys out.  

I immediately go to the sink to start washing and disinfecting my hands.

As I'm scrubbing furiously, I look at Suki and say, "That's disgusting."

Her response?

She licks her chops.  

Of course she does.

*Sigh*

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Upgrades, 42, and the French

I dreamed of John last night.  We were traveling somewhere, I'm not sure where.  But we had landed and were about to get on another flight when we found out that one of our upgrades had come through.  Key word, *one*.  And so we had this discussion about who should get the upgrade and finally I convinced him that he should take it.  He got on the plane.  And then I got in the back.  And then somewhere in my dream, reality started to emerge.  And I knew John was gone.  And that's when I woke up.  But I woke up with a smile.

This had actually happened to us before on some trip.  To Napa I think.  And we did argue about it and then I finally convinced him that I would be able to better enjoy our time together in Napa if he wasn't trying to recover from being stuck in coach and/or complaining about coach the whole time.  John was big.  He needed first class.  John was first class.

Went to see 42 this weekend.  Good.  But I will agree with one of the reviews I read.  Harrison Ford couldn't have overacted any more if his life depended upon it.  Good movie, but it was uncomfortable to watch at times.  The racism.  The bigotry.  I know it still exists in the U.S.  But I think it's more subtle now.  It's not in your face ugly.  And it was definitely in your face ugly back then.

There's been this talk recently about how there isn't an out gay man in professional sports yet.  There are rumors one (or more) may come out soon.  I really can't imagine that they will have to face the naked bigotry that Jackie Robinson did.  Oh, I'm sure there will be some.  But I think we are more educated now.  And we know that's not right.  Atleast I hope we do.

The French.  Seriously?  Rioting about gay marriage?  Attacks on gay bars?  Violence against some gay men?  Since when did you all become so concerned about marriage?  Aren't you all the people of mistresses and affairs?  Where is all of this anti-gay marriage anger coming from?  It just seems so surreal.  I just doesn't seem like the France I remember.  And I'm not sure I'd want to go there any time soon.  So weird.

Thursday, April 18, 2013

You Left Me




I remember that Thursday night in Nevis.  Sitting on the beach.  Sipping that cheap champagne we had gotten from the gay couple in Antigua.  Watching the sunset.  And we talked about your new job.  About getting married.  Moving to Virginia so you could have your lower taxes.   Buying a house together.  The world was our oyster and I just thought we could have it all.  We both wanted it.  And I think we both deserved it. 

           On the flight back, you got delay at passport control.  With my Global Entry card, I zipped through, but you were stuck in the crazy lines and our connection was tight.  We texted back and forth.  I was flying out to Brussels the next day, so we really needed to get back.  You told me to go ahead and I said no.  I wasn’t going to leave you.  I didn’t want to go ahead through customs.  I wanted to wait for you.  I wasn’t going to leave you.  We were going to make it together.  And we did.  And then that night, after we had gotten home, after I saw you leave in the taxi heading back to your place,  you left me.  You left me here alone.  And I wasn’t ready for that.  I was ready for almost anything, but not that.  Anything but that.   You were gone and I was alone.            


Happy birthday Boo!

I love you.  I miss you.

Tuesday, April 02, 2013

Bird Man

So John use to complain about living in DC all the time.  His condo was right on Logan Circle and there were quite a few homeless people there so it wasn't that nice.  And apparently he was walking Suki one morning and some guy was taking a dump in the circle.

I would always brush it off by saying: "Local color!"  I just didn't think it was that bad.

But now . . . . .

So some loser has been throwing gigantic chunks of bread all around the neighborhood.  And of course Suki loves to grab them and suck them down before I even have a chance to see what it is, much less stop her.  And it's everywhere, so I'm constantly keeping her at a short lease so I can make sure she doesn't inhale an gigantic pieces of bread.

So the morning I was heading to jury duty, I came out of my condo and I say a guy throwing some bread and crumbs over the fence at the apartment building across the street.

So I walked over to him and I asked him not to do that as it attracts rats.  Which we have plenty of.

And he said there were no rats (?!?!?) and that it was for the birds.

So I said that even if there weren't rats, and there really are a lot of rats on my block because of the two hotels behind my building, I say my dog eats the bread and I don't like her doing that since I don't know what it is.

And then he said that's my problem.  And he started walking away.

Now I was stunned by this whole little episode so I maybe have raised my voices as he walked away and I said, "No, it's everyone's problem since it's littering."

Just just blew me off and told me to calm down.

And so naturally that just made me mad.

I did look it up and it is a DC Health Code violation, but it's not like I can call the cops on the guy.  The next time I see him, I'm going to video tape him and post it to youtube.

Loser.