Saturday Was A Fun Day!

friday

We were a large group walking our dogs yesterday morning. It was a wonderful morning for walking. The sun was out and bright, and the temperature was cool but once we started walking, we all quickly warmed up and soon we all had windbreaker or our sweatshirt around our waist. I had a seizure, I’m sad to say, but it wasn’t a horrid one or one with an ‘eye.’ It was a short and simple one, so I quickly rejoined our group.

When we got home, I puttered around inside the house for a bit and then it was lunchtime. As soon as I swallowed the last bite, I was outside working on the blueberry enclosures. Much to my delight and surprise, I got the top fastened onto both the enclosures. Not only that, I got the front of one of them done. All there is left to do is the front section of the second planter.

Late in the afternoon, high thin clouds rolled in just as I finished all the watering. H.H. and I went for our afternoon walk and then I was done. I got into the spa. It was a productive day that gave me the right to vegetate all evening.

saturday

Fred woke me at 4:15, but I lay in bed until 5:00 before I got up. Everyone was fed and I puttered away the rest of the early morning and then, at 9:15, H.H. and I went for out morning walk on the beautiful meadow close to where the Saturday Farmers’ Market is held. When we finished our walk, we went into the market to shop.

Every Saturday now, I get a huge mango salad and a large container of chow mein with tofu from Kenny. His food is delicious, and I enjoy not having to do any prep of food on Saturdays. I have half of the salad for lunch, and half of the chow mein for dinner. And on Sundays, I loke to go to Silva Bay and the food truck for lunch. I love the food, and I love not having to cook much on the weekends.

In the afternoon, I put the front panel on the last blueberry cage, and then H.H. and I headed off to Ravenskill, the large orchard and cider making company where there was a Pride celebration. I’m not big on Pride events. They tend to be loud, glittery and overly sexual for me, but it was something interesting and relevant to do on a very beautiful day.

It was packed. Cars lined the street in both directions because their parking lot was full. When I got out of the car, I could hear someone speaking over a loudspeaker, but it was at a very reasonable volume. It was free admission, so Sheba and I walked in to have a look around. I saw Dan and Steve and I talked to them briefly, and then I left. I was there for about 15 minutes. It was mostly people sitting around drinking, and I realized that this was an event where it would be best experienced with friends. 

I stopped at François’ and Eoin’s place to see if they wanted to come, but Eoin was feeling punk, and François was busy with five new baby ducks. Had they come, it would have been a totally different experience. So, we left and went to Elder Cedar to walk that trail, and as we were coming to an end, we ran into Christine. We chatted for about half an hour and then we came home. Man-oh-man, do I love being home! 

I had Kenny’s delicious chow mein to eat after a quick heating in the microwave, so I fed the family, lit a small fire to make the evening a cozy one. Although it is 15°, I felt pretty chilly walking the Elder Cedar in just a t-shirt and in shorts, so it was nice to warm up with a fire.

I’ve discovered Tubi, a free streaming service that has ads, but I’m fine with the ads because they have a lot of great movies, including many pretty interesting gay movies from other countries. On Friday night I watched an Italian movie that was sad but beautiful. It was about two young teenage boys who were killed by their families for being gay. I loved the scenery, and watching their courtship. Their murder is unseen, and very brief; as the camera pauses on a view of a bicycle that we know belongs to our protagonists, we hear two shots being fired and then the movie ends. 

Connie Tyrell was seriously into Catholicism, so I went to Catholic camps, Catholic school (but not for long), catechism on Wednesdays, church on Sundays, and my cub pack was Catholic and met in our church. When I realized I was gay, it shattered me to find myself anathema to my faith, but I felt explained the distance between me and the Tyrells. Plus, it was illegal to have sex with another man. I chose the closet.

I didn’t get murdered for being gay, but being gay was an element in the mix with parental neglect and a loss of faith and community. Being gay made me feel deserving of misadventure and it made me afraid to speak about my life to anyone. Ever. And the end of that story is my break down in 2016.

Right now, the Climbing Rose is blooming. The top of my trellis is ablaze with bright red blossoms. And wound around all the two side panels of the trellis are Climbing Hydrangea, and it is blooming with large white blooms. Best of all, my wall of Ocean Spray that grows between my house and Dave and Ursula’s yurt, is a waterfall of magnificently fragrans white bushy blossoms that droop down, making the bush look decorated for Christmas. There is lots of Ocean Spray in Pinecone Park filling the air with a sweet, sweet fragrance.

sunday

It’s a gorgeous day today. Grayson is coming and he’s bringing a dog. I shall be watering and doing some transplanting. I don’t think we’ll go to Silva Bay and the food truck today as we usually do on Sunday. I reckon I shall stay here with Grayson and enjoy the day puttering in the garden.