Death Knell

The holidays and life have kept me away from blogging lately, but I felt the need to record the events of the day for future reference.

My father died today.

He was not a good person. We were not close. In fact, we were not anything. I have not seen him since I was 16 years of age, 27 years ago. I only got sporadic e-mail updates on his health and location from a well meaning family member. I came to terms with his illnesses and our lack of a father-son relationship a long time ago.

Still, I find myself wondering what might have been, had alcohol and abuse not gotten in the way of us having a relationship. Whatever his demons, his struggle is over, as are his days on this mortal coil.

Surprisingly, there is also some unexpected…sadness (?) at his passing.

I’m not sure what to do with that, so I’ll leave it be for now.

Holiday-o day-ay-ay-o

We survived Thanksgiving. I think it went well. We ate. We drank. We played games. We watched “Transparent” (LOVED IT!)

Poor Richard and Serge had car trouble, so we got an extra night to hang out. After sending them on their way today (in a rental car – their car won’t be repaired until Tuesday – but that’s their story to tell.) we headed back home and began operation: decoration:


We worked for hours, but just couldn’t finish. That’s OK. We’ll finish it tomorrow. After all, tomorrow is another day!

The Odd Box

Have you ever had the experience of purchasing a differently shaped item that you just can’t find the right size box for? Every box you locate is either too short, too narrow, or too shallow. When you DO find a box the item will fit in, it’s usually way too big and there’s all this extra room inside, and your object will either shift about, possibly damaging it, or you have to overstuff the box with a bunch of extra crap. And if you don’t put it in a box, it’s almost impossible to wrap.

Sometimes, I feel like I am that differently shaped item, and I’ve spent my whole life looking for a box I will fit in. I’m beginning to understand that a perfect size box probably, for me, does not exist.

And I’m OK with that, even if other people aren’t.

For the wolf-wind is wailing at the doorway, and the snow drifts deep along the rode



Well how do you like them apples? It’s snowing. Winter storm Cato has blown in from the mid-Alantic and it means to let us know it is here in full force. The current predictions are 6-12 inches falling with bad road conditions. Although this is not normally newsworthy here in New York, it is happening on the biggest travel day of the year, impacting Thanksgiving plans for many, and we have guests driving here from Montreal (Richard, Serge and Georgie)  as well as 5 more guests coming from across the capital district, so we are concerned for their safety and welfare. As if that wasn’t enough to worry about, I woke up this morning with a full blown cold: 100.7 fever, congestion, chills, coughing, body aches…the whole nine yards.  After calling into work, I took a quick trip to a local Urgent Care to make sure I did not have the Flu or something worse or contagious. Diagnosis: Bronchitis and severe cold. I’m on a heavy does of Amoxycillin, Theraflu, and Ibuprofen. I’m also ingesting Zinc and Apple Cider Vinegar and resting as much as possible today before the festivities begin. It’s a bummer I’m sick, but we gays thrive in the face of adversity, and I shall not let feeling like death warmed over stop me from being a good host. I just hope everyone makes it here safely, and I don’t hack on the Turkey or Cranberry Sauce.

Tis The Season To be Busy

I’ve been a bit too busy to post, lately, what with all the cleaning and shopping and prep work for the holiday festivities which officially start in 3 days … EGADS!

We did take a little break to attend the local Beaujolais Nouveau event. We met up with a bunch of friends and enjoyed a night of food sampling, wine sipping, and eye candy.

So, THIS guy and his hubbalicious husband will be joining us for a our fifth annual Thanksgiving Suarez! That bring our dinner gaggle of gays to a total of 9 this year, and it makes it an international affair, to boot.

We are cheating and order the entire dinner from a  local catering pace, so we will just have to pick it up and heat it up. No fuss, no muss. In our house, T-day dinner is more about the cocktails and camaraderie, anyway.

Bar is stocked, house is cleaned, Linens are pressed…now we just sit back and wait for the great Turkey Day Gay Invasion of 2014.