Monday, July 26, 2004

Out Safe

Wshew.  I made it out safe from my housesitting gig, not killing more than just the one (the only) fish, and not breaking any more than two (out of six) glasses.  The last glass broke because I threw it (not dropped it, but actually THREW it at the floor) so that I could catch a metal pot that was going to fall.  I am not a very bright man.

The one topic of conversation in Seattle this weekend was THE HEAT.  It was in the mid- to upper-90s on Friday and Saturday, which is something that almost never happens in this neck of the woods.  Luckily it has cooled down somewhat (80 -- I never thought 80 would feel so good), just in time for my sweaty morning bus ride.

It's good to be back home.

Friday, July 16, 2004

Mayhem, Inc.
 
Double Scheiße!!!!
 
Now I've broken a glass, which is a very unusual thing for me to do.  Somehow I think that by the end of next week, when my friend is supposed to return from vacation, I will be sitting (smudged and singed, but perfectly healthy) in the midde of a smoldering ruin.  Perhaps I will even have laid waste to the entire block on which he lives?
 
Keep an eye on your local newspapers for further developments.

Thursday, July 15, 2004

Murder, Inc.
 
Scheiße!!
 
I am currently housesitting for a friend of mine who took a two-week trip to Italy.  I've been here for five days, and my only real responsibility is to feed his fish every couple of days.  Only, I just looked, and the fish is dead.  I killed the fish.  In five days, I killed the fish.
 
I am SO going to buy an identical fish and pretend nothing ever happened!

Wednesday, July 07, 2004

My Life: A Saga
A response to the DEMANDS of my sister

Well, it's been a while. I've been busy, what can I say. Busy entertaining my mother and atom's mother. Busy having fun. Busy going on dates. You know, the usual.

The visit of the mothers was awesome. We went to museums (saw an interesting exhibit on Van Gogh and Mondrian), parties, lunches, brunches and dinners. We drove to the coast and hiked a mile to the ocean (then scrambled over driftwood so that we could race around on the beach and poke at anemones and starfish). We spent time with my friends and family, went to the Space Needle and Pike Place Market, walked around Greenlake, and even rode the perilous 358 bus. And we went to the Seattle Gay Pride Parade.

Oy, the pride parade. You might know that by now, for me, pride parades are a woefully boring way to spend THREE HOURS. I'm loud (not really), I'm proud (it's true), and I'm over it. But for my mother, it was the highlight of her year. I remember how embarrassed we all used to be when we went to parades with our grandmother (my mother's mother), because our grandmother would clap her way from one end of the parade to the other. Well, her daughter seems to have inherited that gene. She was out in front of the crowd, having her picture taken with everyone from drag queens to transsexuals to Margarethe Cammermeyer. She collected stick-on tattoos, condoms, candy, and flyers for everything you could imagine. She wore a rainbow-colored boa (so did Judy) and stood on that street with unwavering interest and energy through three hours of marching (OOOO, gay rugby players, YAYYYY!!!). It was a sight to behold.

At the end of it all, when we were leaving a restaurant after lunch, the whole restaurant applauded for Judy and Sue. I don't know why; perhaps some of them had seen how supportive they were of everyone and everything. I'm lucky to have them. And they're lucky to have me ... a message left on my answering machine when they got home reminded me that they had had the "TIME OF [THEIR] LIVES."

I hope it's true. I had the time of my life too.