Dear John, who built the frame, took this photo of Steve(right) and I.
Some new truths:- I will never ever for a moment take breathing for granted.
- I must use my awesome reusable (but disposable) masks in all tight situations (near lawn mowers, construction sites, beaches, etc.); I must carry one with me at all times.
- Blogging is a pastime for those without house guests.
With David here from London and Steve, the "wasband" also here, time alone and time to blog disappears and the backlog of unanswered emails and unfinished business grows. I long for an empty In box.
Today, Friday, is day three of feeling normal. I still cough up an unbelievable volume of crap but, but coughing is good. I remember my Mother knowing her death was imminent when she lost her ability to cough and, essentially, dies from asphyxiation.
This weekend is Gay Pride in Vancouver and one of the principal activities begins in hours on the street outside my windows (seven floors below). There will be noise and crowds and sirens and shouting for all weekend despite the change in the weather after over a month without a cloud.
Dear friends—virtual family members—have invited me to join them in Mexico in December. We have rented two glorious homes (on one lot) in Sayulita, Mexico. I anticipate rapture.
Steve on the new permanent sidewalk in the gay village just down the street from my home.
I met a guy walking his parrot on Main Street. he has fifty parrots at home. I want to interview eccentrics like him for a book/blog.
David is forced, by me, to lift me. I tease him mercilessly and I love him.
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