Jim and I took Jeffrey to the Kingston area this weekend as part of Jeffrey’s birthday celebration. The reason we chose Kingston is because it has a Sonic, which is Jeffrey’s favorite burger joint.
Well, I should say HAD a Sonic.
We headed out around 9:30 am Saturday morning and got to the Kingston Waterfront around 11:00am. We had never been there, but had read on the web that there were shops and restaurants so we thought it was a good place to spend the morning until lunch. It was not quite the “down town shopping mecca” the web had described it as, but it was quaint and it was fun to explore a new area none the less. We headed to Sonic for lunch, only to have our hearts sink as we pulled into an empty lot. Apparently, Sonic closed down and we never got the memo. This was a major bummer, as the whole weekend was informed by the plans for lunch at Sonic. We were troopers, and after a moment of teary silence, we moved onto Rhinebeck for lunch, cocktails and more shopping. Then we headed back into Kingston and hit all our favorite stores – Pier I, Home Goods, Target, Michael’s and Bed Bath & Beyond – before checking into the hotel and chilling out for a bit. Then we went to a less then spectacular dinner at Olive Garden, and ended the evening with cocktails back in our room. We got home today around 10:00 am, said good-bye to Jim around 2:00, and spent the remainder of the day in quiet repose with the dogs.
It wasn’t quite the weekend I had hoped for, for Jeffrey, but we had a good time and enjoyed ourselves despite some of the disappointments.
Que Sera Sera.
As I let my dogs out this morning, I became brutally aware that we have begun the fast decline into colder darker days. The chill of the early morning air rippled through my spine as I strained to watch the dogs scattering off into the yard, through the thick darkness of a morning untouched by the early rays of a waking sun. Soon there will be snow and cold and ice and the summer will be forgotten, almost as quickly as it passed. Perhaps it’s a sign of my age that the warmer months seem to zoom by faster each year, especially this year. Perhaps it was the arduous surgeries that robbed me of enjoying more of summer this year. Perhaps it is the shortened warm seasons and extended cold seasons that the Northeast offers as global warming wreaks havoc with our weather patterns and temperatures. Or, perhaps I have just grown more fond of the light and warmth and more contemptuous of the cold and dark in my later years. Whatever it is, I felt a surge of sadness standing there in the frigid, inky air. There are many wonderful things about the winter season, but I’ll be damned if I could conjure one of them this morning as I watched the dogs dart back inside, to their warm beds, and I closed the door behind me, not quite managing to completely shut out the cold and dark that loomed just beyond the threshold.
Today is my husband Jeffrey’s birthday. Rather than a single event, I’ve planned several nights of events to celebrate the occasion, including dinner plans with various people and a little road trip the bf Jim and I are taking him on this weekend. Although Jeffrey is a far less ostentatious than I am, he deserves recognition and celebration none the less. Today may be his day, but it’s just as important to me, because knowing him and being with him has changed my life beyond what words can convey.
Happy Birthday, Jeffrey!
I spent the day reading through piles of comic books, something I have not had time to do in weeks. I used to devour all my comics the day I bought them and brought them home, but life just doesn’t allow me to do that any more, so now I just stockpile them for a rare weekend when I’m home and can catch up. What fun!
We re-joined a bowling league last Thursday. The last time I bowled on a league was December, 2013. We left the LGBT league we were in, as we got tired of bowling on Sunday nights and the location was quite out of the way for us. I had planned to join the second half of the season with a straight league we had bowled on once before, but when I found out about all the surgeries I had coming up in 2014, and all the health issues I was having, I reconsidered. I did go to a bowling tournament in February 2014, but the rest of my year was bowl free. To prepare a little bit to rejoin a league, I have been Wii bowling at home, which I think did help a little.
I did OK last week. I bowled with my 12 lb ball. I had been bowling with my 14 lb ball for years, but erred on the side of caution as I still have some lingering pain and soreness from my double hernia surgeries this past June. I did OK last week, but only bowled over average 2 out of 3 games. Last night, our second night of bowling, I tried bowling with my 14 lb. ball, but it was too much and I felt the uncomfortable strain of trying to throw it down the lane, so back to the 12 lb. I went. Although I did pretty poorly overall (bowled under average twice), I had a great time. I did not enjoy myself much the first time I bowled in this league, perhaps because we were new and it was my first time bowling with a non-gay league. (For the record, we are 2 of 5 openly gay men in this leaguer, another two of which are a couple and basically run the league.) But I’ve enjoyed myself more the last two bowling nights. Perhaps because we know more people there now; perhaps because I’ve been through a lot the last year and am just in a better place, physically in mentally; or perhaps because I’m still in promotion after-glow. Whatever the reason, I’m having fun (despite my poor performance) and that’s what counts.
FYI: Day one of my new position was OK. They haven’t moved my computer and phone from my prior location, so I spent the day setting up my new desk, meeting my new co-workers and cubicle mates, and reading about a calculations model I will be responsible for learning and applying. A pretty easy first day, but I’d much rather be working and not killing time. I’m better with Idle Eyes than Idle Hands.