Friday was a sunny day. Work was work and social media was advertising and fear mongering. I enjoyed seeing my friends taking holidays. Road Trips , hiking, travel. Glad to see the kids. I really like baby elephants.
The best part was Laura arriving early Friday. She’s really beautiful, such a kind soul. I like that I’m not alone. She shoulders the burden of Madigan. He’s constantly demanding play and treats and walks and I’m fine with that. He’s just a joy but when she arrives I’m off the clock and he smothers her with love. She’s without her own dog all week so glad to play. Her patience is amazing. He wants to have his ears scratched all day and she complies forever while I’m a brief massage and pet kind of guy.
She also says it’s okay that I’m doing nothing.
All I did this weekend was a post office run, a storage locker run, and a laundry run. We walked Madigan together. He likes being part of a pack. We ordered Chinese at Yan’s and it was delicious. I’d barbecued steaks that were perfect with potatoes and corn the first night. Chinese the next night and Me&Ed’s Pizza last night. We did sit outside in the lawn chairs in the sun and read. All around us are travelers with this as their holiday destination. I feel like people who live in Banff at times. The holiday feeling of the resort town here where I’m in transit. I saw Kevin at Staples and am looking forward to a $700 paperback. He’s writing hunting memories with the God kids. I bought a monitor and set it up for work. Laura brought the wet swifter I’d ordered on Amazon. I cleaned the floor with it. More advanced than the broom. The Merry Maid ladies Irena and Alina were here Thursday and made the place special. They cleaned the refrigerator and freezer which was fabulous. Laura loves it when they’ve been and everything is squeaky clean.
It was Pride Weekend. I said I missed it because I was annoyed at the rejection of the Police and the reaction to the Palestinians taking over the Parade last year. I really like to go wearing a dress and participating in the eelebration of LGBT. I was there decades ago and every few years since. I’ve grown older and am less inclined to crowds. I avoid the fireworks after going a dozen times younger. I don’t drink and don’t like the drugs and alcohol. I don’t like people on them in crowds. I don’t like the corporate hi jacking of Pride either. . My favourite has always been Dykes on Bikes and the Gay Trans floats. Davie’s costumes are the best. I liked seeing friends especially those from Loving Spoonful and early AIDS days. When I was the emergency doctor at VGH I volunteered to help with the psychotic AIDS patients overwhelmed with grief and isolation. My friends were health care workers who served. The Gay Parade was special then. it was a celebration of life and inclusivity without the anger and entitlement that followed, along with the drugs and politics. When the first politicians marched they were special but now it’s just another photo shoot.
But to younger folk not jaded with experience it’s still a kind of special. Not courageous but good, I didn’t like that the 8 is too late group marched with their banner 30 years ago. Last year it was a family event and I was glad the fat old naked guys didn’t make an appearance. I’d bought a white bonnet for the event and was glad to find a place to sit and watch as my back doesn’t take standing long. I was on Denman and it really was a community celebration but I didn’t stay.
This year I didn’t go because I said I didn’t want to go to a Palestinian parade but mostly I don’t like traffic and crowds. Besides Laura said it was okay if we just sat on lawn chairs in the back yard reading. She’s good that way. Supports me when I’m being daring and outrageous these days. I tell her I feel like I’m not doing anything and she says that’s okay. I shared with friends that I’m getting older and don’t think there’s enough time for me to do whatever. I need to to get a Nobel Prize. I know I’ll never deserve a Medal of Honor but with the rogues who’ve got the Nobel I thought I might just get one, if only for not screaming ‘fuck, fuck, fuck” in front of parliament, as all day performance art.
The fact is the highlight of the day was after dinner watching For All Mankind. It’s a show that takes off from the premises that the Cold War continued and the Space Race did too with Russians and Americans having Moon Colonies and Halo a private corporation competing with NASA and Star City to put the first man on Mars. Wonderful soap opera with Star Trek themes.
Laura and I also watched Echo Valley with Moore and Sweeney. Moore is hot. I’m of the age where I’d choose her but Sweeney , all the rage today, is a gorgeous young woman and great actress reminiscent of Angelina Jolie, Julia Roberts’s and Sandra Bullock. They were all young like Sweeney who really is talented like them as an actress . She’s plays the drug addicted brat daughter of Moore. Incredible thriller drama. Sweeney is today’s flavor of the month American Eagle jean scandal. The ‘woke’ crowd that’s anti white and anti merit promotes bearded ladies in marketing and doesn’t get that the majority don’t want propaganda. Dr. Jordan Peterson makes a good argument that when the middle is conservative and family the potential for fringe is greatest as opposed to when fringe tries to lead only to create chaos and backlash. That chaos is in full swing now as traditional is buying Sidney Sweeney jeans because she’s cute and the jeans make girls butts look good. It’s all fairytale. It’s all Barbie.
Meanwhile I’ve spent most of the days reading first a western by Frank Wheeler. It’s a bit over the top like Kill Bill. So many bad guys chasing the good guy and girl. Then there’s the the Sons of Valor False Flag thriller which really moves. Saudi Arabia, America, Israel, and Iran all entwined with navy seals and CIA. Great action and moving plot.
Of course I have a book I should be writing. Thankfully when I say to Laura who’s enjoying reading her book and social media watching her kids and grandkids , she says , ‘it’s okay’. I responded to the pharmacists requests and watched my great nephews at the beach. I walked Madigan. I’ve been very active this year with a couple of conferences and driving to Southern California and Ottawa. But that was then. Thank God Laura says it’s okay for me to ‘do nothing’.
I have these books to write, all the cleaning to do and the storage locker to sort but I really love lying on the couch in the summer. And the day in the sun tanning on the lawn chair was heavenly. Being with Laura is terrific. She’s beautiful and sweet and sexy and kind and she puts up with the crazy dog who wants us to throw his toys all day.
It’s a fabulous restful peaceful lazy weekend in the sun. I’m doing nothing but it’s okay. I’m loving my Thor Motorhome. it’s an elegant sufficient space with great potential. I brought my Martin acoustic guitar back from the storage locker and played a bit. Since hearing aids I’ve not enjoyed it so much but plan to get back into it with a pick. It’s good for the soul. I like that my barbershop quartet friend George is always organizing karaoke. Patti at the church is always making music. I feel it’s time to begin again.
Thank you God. Thank you Laura and Madigan.,
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