Thursday, November 06, 2003
Zoe
My buddy Dave and his boyfriend Jason, who both came and visited me in Sydney last year during the Gay Games, are spending about a week in Mexico and have left me in charge of their Washington Park home and kitten Zoe.
It's nice to be watching someone's house in cold "have-a-cocoa-by-the-fire" kind of weather. And, although I don't plan on using their neat living room fireplace or making cocoa, I'm making the most of it with a blanket, Zoe, and some Ben&Jerry's ice cream (which is a perfect substitute for anything, hot or cold).
Zoe actually has the flu (like I did earlier this week), and twice per day I have to squirt antibiotics down her throat and then hold her mouth closed until she swallows. After quoting these instructions to me, Dave's note continued with, "you won't be popular." Yeah, for the thirty seconds of clawing and hacking that it takes to complete the cycle, that's true, but she's the best cat I've ever seen outside of medicine time.
I'm just sitting here with my lap top and she's curled up next to me on the couch purring away (occasionally sneezing a cute little sneeze). Every once in a while, the small heatfan from the computer warms up her paw too which she seems to like.
We talk quite a bit also. We'll be watching a DVD (she really does watch the TV) and she'll sit up and meow in a gargly "I feel sick" kind of way and I'll say meow in a "I don't think I'm meowing on quite the same wavelength, but I understand how you feel" way. She'll let out one final mew of acknowledgement, lick her nose, and then curl back up on my lap.
Thanks Dave.
My buddy Dave and his boyfriend Jason, who both came and visited me in Sydney last year during the Gay Games, are spending about a week in Mexico and have left me in charge of their Washington Park home and kitten Zoe.
It's nice to be watching someone's house in cold "have-a-cocoa-by-the-fire" kind of weather. And, although I don't plan on using their neat living room fireplace or making cocoa, I'm making the most of it with a blanket, Zoe, and some Ben&Jerry's ice cream (which is a perfect substitute for anything, hot or cold).
Zoe actually has the flu (like I did earlier this week), and twice per day I have to squirt antibiotics down her throat and then hold her mouth closed until she swallows. After quoting these instructions to me, Dave's note continued with, "you won't be popular." Yeah, for the thirty seconds of clawing and hacking that it takes to complete the cycle, that's true, but she's the best cat I've ever seen outside of medicine time.
I'm just sitting here with my lap top and she's curled up next to me on the couch purring away (occasionally sneezing a cute little sneeze). Every once in a while, the small heatfan from the computer warms up her paw too which she seems to like.
We talk quite a bit also. We'll be watching a DVD (she really does watch the TV) and she'll sit up and meow in a gargly "I feel sick" kind of way and I'll say meow in a "I don't think I'm meowing on quite the same wavelength, but I understand how you feel" way. She'll let out one final mew of acknowledgement, lick her nose, and then curl back up on my lap.
Thanks Dave.
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
Denver, Colorado USA
It's home. I'm home! It's nice to be back really. I'm living at my Mom and Dr. B's house for the few weeks that I'll be back here before moving further west. I'm chuckling all the time about them. They're really neat people.
My Mother, Paula
She is traveling all over the place managing conferences for a cool lady named Byron Katie, meditating all the time, and generally smiling all over the place. She's so much happier and at-ease. It's never been hard to love my mother, but now she's some sort of free-spirit love-generator ready to greet whatever comes along with a big smile and a hug.
As an example, I received a post card yesterday from a new friend of mine in Thailand which invited me and my mother to move to Thailand and work on a farm with him. She said, "that would be a good trip for us, I don't think I can go anytime soon, but when does he want us to be there?" :D How cool is she!? I'm totally excited and inspired by her.
She is my biggest supporter, kind of like my cheerleader. (that's a fun image.)
My Step Father, Dr. Bob
I just picked my mother up at the airport today and when we stepped in the door Dr. Bob yelled, "Honey Pots! honey, honey, honey, honey..." and then they hugged for a long time rocking back and forth while making this low humming sound. They're a really cute couple.
(When I was in high school, this is the same guy that showed up at our house in a "the 60s called and want their clothes back" baby blue suit of his with tickets for a Rockies or Broncos game. Those first few dates of theirs were hilarious. My mother would come home and tell me how nervous she was and then add how composed Dr. Bob was when she spilled a huge drink and popcorn on his lap. A cute couple back then too.)
About a week ago I showed Dr. Bob that instead of playing against those mind-numbingly stupid casino computer players he could go online and play poker against real people on Yahoo! Games. I have not been able to use the phone since. I really hope that their dial-up internet service is for unlimited hours, and, more importantly, let's hope that he doesn't find out that you can bet for real money on other sites... scary.
Dr. B shares many of my personality traits too. We both talk too loud (especially on the phone, we each think that we have to yell so that the person way over there on the other end can hear us), talk too much, talk to ourselves, laugh at [stupid] jokes, tell [stupid] jokes, and laugh at our own [stupid] jokes (it's just that most of my jokes are about politics and his are about fly-fishing).
He is really excited about me and my travels, and has invited me to lunch next week with his best friends (Fritz and Ed) so I could tell them all about my journeys over the last few years. He also wants me to go to a "talking group" he's part of at the local library which feels a bit like a retired doctor's version of show-and-tell.
It's home. I'm home! It's nice to be back really. I'm living at my Mom and Dr. B's house for the few weeks that I'll be back here before moving further west. I'm chuckling all the time about them. They're really neat people.
My Mother, Paula
She is traveling all over the place managing conferences for a cool lady named Byron Katie, meditating all the time, and generally smiling all over the place. She's so much happier and at-ease. It's never been hard to love my mother, but now she's some sort of free-spirit love-generator ready to greet whatever comes along with a big smile and a hug.
As an example, I received a post card yesterday from a new friend of mine in Thailand which invited me and my mother to move to Thailand and work on a farm with him. She said, "that would be a good trip for us, I don't think I can go anytime soon, but when does he want us to be there?" :D How cool is she!? I'm totally excited and inspired by her.
She is my biggest supporter, kind of like my cheerleader. (that's a fun image.)
My Step Father, Dr. Bob
I just picked my mother up at the airport today and when we stepped in the door Dr. Bob yelled, "Honey Pots! honey, honey, honey, honey..." and then they hugged for a long time rocking back and forth while making this low humming sound. They're a really cute couple.
(When I was in high school, this is the same guy that showed up at our house in a "the 60s called and want their clothes back" baby blue suit of his with tickets for a Rockies or Broncos game. Those first few dates of theirs were hilarious. My mother would come home and tell me how nervous she was and then add how composed Dr. Bob was when she spilled a huge drink and popcorn on his lap. A cute couple back then too.)
About a week ago I showed Dr. Bob that instead of playing against those mind-numbingly stupid casino computer players he could go online and play poker against real people on Yahoo! Games. I have not been able to use the phone since. I really hope that their dial-up internet service is for unlimited hours, and, more importantly, let's hope that he doesn't find out that you can bet for real money on other sites... scary.
Dr. B shares many of my personality traits too. We both talk too loud (especially on the phone, we each think that we have to yell so that the person way over there on the other end can hear us), talk too much, talk to ourselves, laugh at [stupid] jokes, tell [stupid] jokes, and laugh at our own [stupid] jokes (it's just that most of my jokes are about politics and his are about fly-fishing).
He is really excited about me and my travels, and has invited me to lunch next week with his best friends (Fritz and Ed) so I could tell them all about my journeys over the last few years. He also wants me to go to a "talking group" he's part of at the local library which feels a bit like a retired doctor's version of show-and-tell.
