Christmas in the Castro.

I was engaged in an email conversation with Larry the other day... talking with him makes my day... I love having someone to chat with who will most certainly crack me up... I wish he were closer than San Francisco, but such is life... that's where email comes in, right? ...here is a snip of our conversation:

What a gyp.

As you get older, the "young person" things you do such as staying out late, eating irresponsible food, and drinking too much booze make you feel old while the "old person" things you do like going to bed early, eating enough fiber, and drinking a lot of water make you feel young? What a gyp.

The circle of life.

I was sitting at The Peak this morning, waiting for McKenna to finish her Results training session. A gentleman in his 80s, I'd guess, sat down in the lounge area (he's the guy on the left). Soon, another older guy (on the right) joined him and they started visiting. The first guy pulls one of those electronic 20 Questions toys out of his pocket and asks the other guy to "think of an item." He starts asking him each question on the screen, peering into the toy through the sweet spot in his bifocals to read each line. He was tickled to share his wondrous new toy with his friend.

Every corn-ner...corner.

I love it when the girls and I hang out and just giggle ourselves silly. So often, with their ages what they are now, someone is moody so two of us are yucking it up and someone is sulking off in the corner (and sometimes that "someone" is me!) There is just a LOT of estrogen in the picture these days, so the rare moments when all cylinders are firing simultaneously are PRECIOUS! This weekend was one of those times.

The human condition.

Gunnar is usually in the kitchen to avoid the inevitable game of "grab ass" in the living room which always leads to things getting knocked over. This evening, he was being mellow, so I left the gate open so he could come and go. The gate got closed with him on the living room side. I looked down and saw SAD eyes, as he seemed to try, telepathically, to get me to open the gate. Of course, the minute I let him back into the kitchen, he stuck his head under and longed for the other side.

Deep down, don't we ALL want to be on the other side of the doggy gate?

Resolute denunciation.

"Making resolutions is a cleansing ritual of self assessment and repentance that demands personal honesty and, ultimately, reinforces humility. Breaking them is part of the cycle." ~Chicago Tribune op-ed columnist Eric Zorn

Tapping a bishop...what??

So I opened the paper this morning and my jaw dropped. Is it just me...or was the first page front-and-center teaser, "Episcopalians "tap" another gay bishop" provocative and a little disturbing...

Crazy Beautiful!

I go get coffee nearly every day (okay, who am I kidding - EVERY day). There are two different young women who work at the place... Both of them are pleasant and efficient, but one of them is the personification of "TMI!" She tells me the weirdest things as I sit there, waiting for my morning joe. She told me about how there is a "sock rule" in their house. "It's just a rule! I don't know what it is about me, but I need rules. So the "sock rule" is just a rule!" ...um... okay... I was never sure if they had to wear socks? or they couldn't wear socks? or their socks need to match? or they had to be knee socks? It just seems like a weird thing to obsess about... (course if I obsessed about a few more things in MY house, things might be a little tidier...)