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Feeling MUCH Better

Well, the drama/storm has passed.  I am, as the title of this post suggests, feeling much better about everything.

I’m at the point where I am in a walking boot and the test steps I took yesterday worked out really well…I can walk, holding onto one crutch.  My best bud came over yesterday and we went grocery shopping.

Jesse seems to be better, I actually took him out for a walk on his leash.  He is still peeing in the house, but 0I’ll figure that one out.

I watched Marley and Me and had a really good cry.  Have you seen it?  You should see it.

Always darkest before the dawn.  I think the sun is coming out.

Hope you are having a good summer!

Still Crippled (Catching Up)

Well, life is real exciting for me these days.  I’m still hobbled and can’t walk.   I have returned to work, though; The short bus comes and gets me, takes me to work and back home.  It usually takes them 2 hours to get me from the office to my place, when it’s really just a 15 minute drive, but there are other people to pick up and drop off.  I try to be patient, but mostly want to cry.

I did make it to the movies…none of my friends heeded my hinting at wanting to go to the movies and see some of the summer really-big-shews like Star Trek, Angels and Demons…so I took the short bus to theater and sat by myself with a giant tub of popcorn, pepsi and raisinettes and watched a few in a row.  Then I caught the bus back home. In the last week alone I have managed to:

• Get my cell phone completely soaking wet, thereby destroying it and rendering myself incommunicado.
• Get myself to an audition (and I gave ‘em a pretty good audition, I believe.
• Entertain a really lousy now-former friend (“Why is your place so messy?  And don’t give me the thing about being in a cast…you should have had this place cleaned up for my visit!”…of course, he didn’t offer to help me do anything, just complained.  I’ll speak to him no more.)
• Attend the 2009 Portland Gay Pride parade and festival with my lovely lesbro friend.
• Lose my wallet and everything in it, including my credit cards, cash and shortbus pass to get to and from work.
• Witness my dog going insane.

About that last one?  He really is losing it…it makes me sad.  My friend Kelly  got Jesse and I to the vet to see what was wrong with him…it’s just his mind, that’s the only diagnosis I got.  Senility.  He has reverted back to puppyhood, pissing all over indoors, destroying things…it might be because I haven’t taken him out for a walk in two months, whatever it is, it is about to make ME lose it, too.

Things are not good.  I want the fuck out of this cast, I want to walk, I want this nightmare over with….can’t take it much longer.  The isolation, the disappointment in the people I know…I’m going to end up so bitter.  I really will have to move away.  Where, to California where the Terminator is Terminating all funding for aids drug assistance?

I don’t know.  I’m not happy.  Everything sucks.

Done venting.  Things have got to get better.

Music

I was reading Joe My God today and he posted about a Saint Reunion Party dance.  If you’re anywhere around my age (46) and were dancing in the days of disco, make sure to check it out,  along with the comments, which include lists of many of the songs that were played.  Whew, the nostalgia.

Sometimes I feel the need to keep up with what’s current in music, but that is like swimming against the current…there’s so much, and it is so niche.  It used to be easy to keep up…just listen to the radio!  Or spend a night out at the club. It seemed there was a finite flow of music, and just when that great new song we all loved was beginning to get tiresome, a new one would come along…and then we’d love that song.

I know, I know…and we trudged to school in the snow and ate rocks for lunch…

I don’t mind getting older, but I don’t want to be out of touch, I guess is the thing.  But I am beginning to realize that being out of touch with what is current and hot might be…inevitable?  And that is because what is hot and current, frankly, is not intended for me.  New bands don’t make music for old people.  Maybe you have already realized this, I am just getting it.  Poo.

When I go out and look for music, I am looking for the same kind of stuff I have always liked:  Jangly 80”s pop, Broadway show tunes, Elton John…

Hooray for Scissor Sisters to wonderfully connecting to the past and staying in the present…they are awesome.

I dunno, I think disco is coming back around.  Lady Ga-Ga, anyone?

I didn’t start this post to be about music.   It was to be a much more meloncholy post.   That one will come later, I guess.  I’m at work.