Visting Hours
I visited with J yesterday.
He and Red, his hair dressing boyfriend, have taken the leap and moved in together, or "double Sin" as he calls it.
J is a man of few things. He has over the years successfully "purged" all unneccessary things from his home. Donating that which he no longer wanted/needed/used. Working to balance the inflow with the outgoing.
Something all Americans could learn from.
I have taken to that philosophy of late. To help me get rid of that which was left me by my family. Things they couldn't get rid of themselves.
Red has enough Alcohol and glass/stem ware to open his own bar. NO kidding.
J's place was a mess. Inside he's cringing.
Fortunately for J and Red they have had their problems and resolved them, cuz this would drive me NUTS!!! A good prep for Zelda and my situation.
Red doesn't yet understand J or my, or anyone with a nine to five job. Saturdays are our chore days, "me" days. Red has a list for J todo. J has things he needs/wants to do.
It's going to be interesting...
Red needs, really needs, to learn to purge for himself, or J's gonna start for him.
We went out with Red and his mother and step father to eat in the "gayborhood".
I watched as a big burley man and his petit girlfriend passed by on the way to their table. J and Red were amused by the family of four, mom, dad, and the two young daughters at the next table over. They speculated on the 'suprise' they must have experienced with the other diners.
I was suprised when the "big burley guy" took off his jacket and had a bigger (real) rack than 'his' girlfriend. Um... make that "her" girlfriend.
Red told us the story of his former lesbian room mates. They would walk around the house topless, "tits to the wind". And as he told it, being gay, it wasn't something that interested him, but the one had nice figure. The next door neighbor was a married man who noticed one day while out mowing the yard, that they didn't bother to close the curtains or drapes when they walked around.
As it turned out, they never had to mow the yard the whole time they lived there!
What we won't do for a glimpse of G*d's creation.
Tee Hee.
***********
Um... rest a sured...
There's only one yard I'll be mowing!
He and Red, his hair dressing boyfriend, have taken the leap and moved in together, or "double Sin" as he calls it.
J is a man of few things. He has over the years successfully "purged" all unneccessary things from his home. Donating that which he no longer wanted/needed/used. Working to balance the inflow with the outgoing.
Something all Americans could learn from.
I have taken to that philosophy of late. To help me get rid of that which was left me by my family. Things they couldn't get rid of themselves.
Red has enough Alcohol and glass/stem ware to open his own bar. NO kidding.
J's place was a mess. Inside he's cringing.
Fortunately for J and Red they have had their problems and resolved them, cuz this would drive me NUTS!!! A good prep for Zelda and my situation.
Red doesn't yet understand J or my, or anyone with a nine to five job. Saturdays are our chore days, "me" days. Red has a list for J todo. J has things he needs/wants to do.
It's going to be interesting...
Red needs, really needs, to learn to purge for himself, or J's gonna start for him.
We went out with Red and his mother and step father to eat in the "gayborhood".
I watched as a big burley man and his petit girlfriend passed by on the way to their table. J and Red were amused by the family of four, mom, dad, and the two young daughters at the next table over. They speculated on the 'suprise' they must have experienced with the other diners.
I was suprised when the "big burley guy" took off his jacket and had a bigger (real) rack than 'his' girlfriend. Um... make that "her" girlfriend.
Red told us the story of his former lesbian room mates. They would walk around the house topless, "tits to the wind". And as he told it, being gay, it wasn't something that interested him, but the one had nice figure. The next door neighbor was a married man who noticed one day while out mowing the yard, that they didn't bother to close the curtains or drapes when they walked around.
As it turned out, they never had to mow the yard the whole time they lived there!
What we won't do for a glimpse of G*d's creation.
Tee Hee.
***********
Um... rest a sured...
There's only one yard I'll be mowing!
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