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Here comes the sun

I attended the Vancouver Lesbian and Gay Choir last night.  The voices (with the exception of that one screechy soprano, who might wish to consider another hobby) were much better balanced than the last time I attended a VLGC concert, the selection an interesting mix of new material and show tunes, and it was very pleasant.  I would also appreciate fewer solos …. there were three songs where the choir just stood there and it was a soloist and the pianist. On the other hand, maybe the choristers appreciate the break.

Happy Solstice everybody.

When I cease from thinking

When I am in the realm of feeling and not in the realm of thinking, thinking, reacting, reacting reacting, time broadcasts a completely different range of inbound signals.  Time hits your brain and your skin and your gut and your libido and your joyous joust with interesting problems in a different way.  Time is a series of musical pulses, overlaid and sotto voce with the breath and breadth of the human voice, deep voices and silvery, hard voices and soft.

When two people I love, or three or four, are engaged in conversation, there is a deep and thankful part of me that does not need for a moment to know what the content is; the sound and intent of their voices is like a deep and healing balm for my soul.

And thus it was at the last day, and in the last hour, when we sat at the Golf Course and spoke of mean things and great, and drank beer, and endured rain, for the sake of the rainbow.

In the moment I decided to quit, there was a rainbow.  In the celebration and farewell, there was a rainbow.

Make of that what you will.

various kindnesses

Robof9 took me out for lunch, thanking me for 4 years of amusement, and Jeff took me out to dinner at the Heritage Grill, where I viewed a large number of Mr. Music’s colour collages, which are gorgeous, and not too ‘spensive.  Then we came home and watched BSG with Keith.

I feel kinda of  blank, but that will all change shortly.

Raccoons

Raccoon or Raccoons came yesterday and tipped over the garbage.  Blech.  The cats were all inside, thank goodness.

Exit interview today.  Many people warned me not to, and I don’t care, I think it will be fun.

The single biggest project that has been worrying me will be up to date today.  Yay me.

All I can think of is “I’m glad it was in her arm”

A disgusting, horrific story about one British woman’s encounter with a tropical parasite.

Which also managed to be funny.

Chicken and corn on the cob last night.  I was thinking of going to Jericho and bailed.  Jeff and I watched “Hush” from Buffy season IV.  The first time the villain appears, Jeff turns to me and says, well he seems nice.    I’m hoping to get him to watch “Restless” today.

True Blood

Got the Planet Bachelor folks (less Katie, have no idea where she is but she’s obliviously all right as she’s posting to facebook every six hours) over to watch the season opener.  Was that Lafayette’s corpse?  Nope.  But it’s somebody’s corpse. What about the maenad… where’s Eric?  And why is he getting his hair done?  When he came down the stairs I just about burst out laughing.  But he’s still scary as hell.  What about that little vamp Bill turned?  What’s going on with Andy Bellefleur and his alcohol consumption?  And why could Keith consistently predict what was going to happen next for every major scene??? At one point he said, “Countdown to character introduction in 5..4..3..2..1.. and mark…” and POOF the character appeared.  That boy knows his TV tropes like God told ‘im.

All is well

Big shout out to Mike, Paul, Jeff and Keith.  Thanks to their assistance I either got  to the Coop Car, got back from the Coop Car, packed the car, unpacked the car, and unpacked almost all the kitchen stuff.  Paul’s just gone off to work and Keith and Jeff are watching BSG in the basement.  My room. . .. ach.  Well, at least my clothes are all hung up and I have more than enough clothes to get through the next week without difficulties.

Miss Margot is hating her new tag.  I have to put a collar on her because although only a fool would think she was a stray, unless I put a tag on her she might be a stray.  I keep finding her guarding the front of the house; the boys much prefer the back.  Says much about their respective personalities.

Now to mess with more unpacking.  At least, in this house, everything will be unpacked.  I’m not carting around boxes for another two or three years.  I’ve got too much crap as it is.

Mike McG and Paul over for beers n pizza

Still no word from Keith about how his day at work in North Van went.  Rented a van for Saturday.  The cats are loving the back deck.

I am still pretty close to a meltdown, but I feel like I stepped back from the brink. Eviction, John dying, quitting my job, finding a place to live, the memorial service, moving, ongoing drama with Dax and Katie (a… Katie is fine. b…. cops were called.  c…. Katie didn’t call the cops. d… resolution is absent.  e…. undoubtedly more iterations, but the end game is clearer, and Katie is not caving to suicide threats any more) and now this ongoing state of what feels like emotional immobility, like a rancor or resentment caught in amber, a longer commute, living in a pile of boxes, last two weeks of work it’s stacked to the ceiling and not getting better.  Poor Jeff; he dislikes the pile of boxes but he knows exactly where my stress level is and is doing nothing to add to it and much to alleviate it by just being sane.