Assisted Living Part...oh who knows?

So. (have you noticed all kinds of people are using this small word to begin their explanations- not just ner do wells like me who have been using the word since 1974), I repeat, So, I have been busy living life and waiting for another funny bon-mot to be created by the Ol' guy and myself. Now that I have you suspended in space, I don't really have one. It's just more of the same "shampoo, rinse, repeat" or for those of you who don't follow my skewed brain functions: "say something, repeat, say it again, repeat, no, I did tell you, yes you have heard this before, now why would I lie to you?, repeat, bang your head against the wall, and hope that someone loves you-or at least is getting paid-when you do the same thing in the very soon future...."
I went traveling this past weekend. Alone this time. Although, leaving him at home involves preparation also. I had to get away; there are lives at stake!
Off to celebrate life and aging in Seattle. But isn't it funny, or in this case ironic, that I go to see and connect with many friends from the past, and on the first night I loose my voice! For those of you who know me, well, I am assuming that is everyone, or why are you reading-unless its that person whom I am sending checks to... you know that I love to talk. I love to tell stories, make non-sequitur jokes (see above), pithy comments, snide remarks. Apparently not this weekend. Still, I had a great time using my newly found listening skills.
That's it. Gotta run.
Oh, vote. No let me be more specific, Vote Obama.

Sunny October Day at Foxglove Guest House, Seattle, Wa

TDT aka Assisted Living Part 7

Preparing for a trip away is always daunting, but in addition to figuring out how many black tee shirts I should bring (2 per day, if it is a hot clime) I must figure out how many tight-y white-y's to bring for the old guy. Yes, it is a lot like having a kid. Now the kid will get more capable, have a mind of their own, and come to resent you. An aging parent, will get less capable, loose their mind and if you are lucky, thank you every day. And most of you will find this charming; me? Well, lets just say its been a long 8 years...
So we hit the road, an hour late. The ride is long and hot; my left arm begins to hurt,as well as my back, and I am wondering why I didn't just rent a lot of movies with San Francisco in them?
But despite traffic (and you NOCAL folks think LA is bad, au contraire) across the bridge, we had a delightful dinner with my cousins (the liberal white sheep of that side) and fairly easy drive back (did I say that every event possible was happening in SF that night?). The next day, in true fashion, the old guy had no idea why were were here, but in spite of my impluse to do something untoward, I pushed on. We hit the beach (foggy and cold) the mission (warm and uber hip), the Zen Center-no I am not meditating, it was once my mother's home and where my parents met. No, it was A Jewish Women's Residence designed by the famous Julia Morgan. I remember Passover Seders there... And a cray-cray trip to the Ferry Building, with every other tourist. Did have a kick ass snack at the Slanted Door take out window! And a surprise visit to the Railway Museum (all the trolleys), which I dearly love.
Upon return to the Berkeley Marina, we took a plunge and short swim, showered, rested and met Hannah and Felicia at the delicious Pizzaolo in Oakland. Lovely Lena was hostess and so we got rock star treatment. One word: panacotta!
The next day we walked on the Marina, did a quick drive by of the campus, ate Bagels and Lox at a Cambodian owned bagel store and hit the road.
My left arm still hurts, and I slept like a log, but all in all, I am glad I didn't just rent the movies.

So much to do! One week to go rant.

So before my browser crashed, I had this spectacular literate rant, and now "poof!" its gone and that means I have to rake the crags and crevices of my brain and for those of you who actually know me, well, that's gonna take a bit. I think the gist of it was: HOW THE HELL CAN ANYONE THINK OF VOTING FOR MCCAIN???? WHY ARE THESE PEOPLE TRYING TO MAKE ME A SECOND CLASS CITIZEN AND PROHIBIT ME AND MY KIND FROM THE RIGHT TO MARRIAGE? WHY DO THEY WANT TO FORCE GIRLS INTO A WORSE SITUATION THEN THEY ALREADY ARE, ON PROP 2? Ok enough with the caps. I know... this is the reason: THEY ARE MEAN, STINGY, VENGEFUL, MISERABLE PEOPLE. Why else do they want to enforce their world view on everyone else? They, especially the straight men on the right wing, HATE gay men, because they actually get sex. They, of course hate women, even the women. And HATE HATE HATE poor people who apparently don't have the intelligence to get out of their situation, so why the hell should anyone help them? Let's not talk about people who happen to not have a perfect body-well they are just, lazy, yeah that's it lazy paraplegic, Downs, or whatever.
I sure hope that these people pray to their deity that they never end up poor, disabled, disenfranchised in one way or another, cuz it's gonna be hard for me to have compassion for them. But, because I am a progressive liberal and do care, I will. Damn it.

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