Burnaby, Friday, Thor

What a lovely day. After days of rain the sun has returned again.  Blue sky. Temperature warming. Spring. Motorcycle weather.

I’ve slept in a half hour.  I’m finishing my morning coffee, planning to walk Madigan shortly. I ‘m wearing this multicolored light and bright polyester kaftan.  I bought it a couple of years ago but rarely wear it. When I do I love the slick polyester feel and bright circus beach colours.  I’ll have to get dressed soon.  

I saw yesterday.  Kaloo Kalay.  Tomorrow a Chiropracter visit with Dr. Ready. I’ve been more active the last two weeks.  

When Laura was leaving in her Smart Car the battery was dead after her being here a week. I was again able to save the day with my Motormaster Jumper battery. She told me last night she’s getting a new battery today. 

I don’t know what I’m doing.  My priority is the Blue Ox Hitch for the Jeep to be towed behind the Motorhome. I sent the pictures of the Jeep to them this week.  They’ll get back to me for when they can book the installation. Sometime in the next weeks.  

I’ve called Corey at Nova Scotia to find out if I did deposit anything in the TFS account last year. Anil said he didn’t see any.  I’d like to contribute to retirement but all my money has been going to Thor and Willy the jeep. It’s settling down.  The quad and trailer are up for sale.  There’s the little boat at trailer I’m not heard about. I’m thinking of selling the 300 win mag.  Also I’m waiting for the buyback from the government for the black creek 223

I caught up on the clinic practice yesterday and will address calls today or tomorrow.

It’s otherwise a fairly blank sleight after a whirlwind of activity.  Madigan always votes for more walks.  We can certainly do that. Then a trip to the mall. I could go to the storage locker too as I’d like to get some books out to donate.  

I learned that Harry Hay ‘s Radical Fairies has chapter’s here. A patient surprised me by telling me he belonged.  My distant uncle started the first civil rights Matrachine Society in the 50’s and the radical fairies in the late 70’s.  I remember reading ‘not queer’ by the couple who complained that the Gay Parade caused their neighbours to look at them oddy. They were against the deviance as they were fully accepting into the power circles of Washington.  Harry Hay by contrast was on the west coast promoting the idea of ‘not fitting’ in but rather that the LGBT community should be its own distinctly different and separate entity.  I m reading the history of the Orthodox Church and the same issue arose when Islam invaded Turkey and allowed the church to continue though like in Communist China , the ‘different’ bits were removed .  On X and Facebooks there are ads saying Muslims love Jesus. But their ‘Jesus’ isn’t the Son of God or God or part of the Christian Trinity.  I often think it’s difficult to explain color to the color blind and the image of the deaf folk watching people dancing comes to mind.

I enjoyed being a nudist swims and beaches and have often thought I’d have enjoyed joining a nudist club. I like naked bodies and know I like sitting at coffee shops and watching people . It’s even better or the beach but the job is not to stare. I’d have to resist that at the nudist colony.  The orgy is a part of the gay scene with the casual pick up and casual sex more pronounced that college frat experiences .Girls used to be rate limittimg steps but with the hundreds of partners and competitions to fuck as many men as possible, birth control and constracetptive they’re not appearing so different. My lesbian doctor friend said it was difficult in the lesbian community in her city as everyone knew everyone and so many had been intimate.  

I’ve always been fastidious and fearful of disease.  Not ironically that didn’t stop me when I wass drinking and alcohol washed away my frontal lobes and hers leaving the Amygdala free rein.  Now I’d like to think I’m a gentleman and not a barbarian because of my high standards but frankly I’m more afraid of strangers not just the aspect of disease. I like my own company and the dogs.  I enjoy company and intimacy with a friend though we’re growing older and her interest is declining. I laughed talking to my friend about her still getting out dancing and I was thiinking I’d like to dance again but it’s too late. In the evening I like to be home. I don’’t like to drive after dark and I like my couch and tv in the evening. I’d like to go to the symphony but like my dogs company so would rather walk around the lake.  She told me they weren’t dancing at night but having afternoon dances and I laughed because I could do that. Reminded me of the old guy joke when the girlfriend says , “lets go upstairs and make love’ and he replies I’ve told you before, at my age,  I can do one or the other but not both 

I like the time I’m away getting into a bathing suit and hanging out in the hot springs. I was swimming yesterday and the little guy didn’t mind my being away a half hour. He’s getting older and tolerating separation anxiety better.  I’m beginning to think of him as a guard dog rather than physiotherapist and companion.

Laura texted me that BCAA is coming to put a new battery in her SMART car as it’s died again.

Time for a walk. 

Thank you Jesus for this day. Thank you for family, friends, loved ones and Madigan and vehicles. Thank you for this day. Thank you for my health.  Thank you for all your blessings.