While I haven't gotten to the point where I am fulfilling any of my busking fantasies....mi vida loca has been fallin to pieces. The First to fall was the computer, then the washing machine, the cheap-ass DVD player joined the dump pile, then in an amazing sequence of breakage, the front of our Jalopolicious Blazer got smashed & is non-operable. Oh, it was just a little accident and nobody got hurt except for our dear old workhorse with the droopy headliner and the passenger door that won't open from the inside. A goner. Oh well, it had a good life.... Pop-pops really digs public transportation, namely: the bus, the Bus, the BUS the Bus the Bus! We got a new washer and now the damn dryer won't get hot. At all. The jogger stroller has a flat. Right in the front. G. lost my camera in Sacramento at the Queer Youth thinger he went to. He became an activist. And a vocally gay student at his highschool. And the president of the GSA (gay straight alliance) club. But I don't want that getting lumped into things that are breaking down 'round here. The opposite is true. This is what fixes me: my son G. came out w/calm bravery and forthrightness. He is like a shiney new star going all the way to our state's capitol, staying in a youth hostel. Standing up so early for what he is and what he believes in. G. and his little sister and brother are what keeps me out of complete Loserville. Where I really missed my camera the most. I missed it something awful. Oh, it was a Good thing I put a little piece of blue masking tape on the bottom w/G,'s name and number....So yesterday, I got it back. I can take all the pictures I want. Hah! What do you think about that?? And I can hang the clothes out on the line I strung from tree to tree. And anyways, I'm back. And I missed you all very much. I hadn't realized how much this here blog is a part of my swing of things.
And I feels like swangin'!