Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Full of Grace

1.  I thought the questions submitted would allow you to get to know me better.  Instead I am finding, in trying to formulate answers, that I am getting to know more about myself.   It may be a while before I can answer all of them - some of them require much thought.   But I am very grateful for this opportunity to explore and learn more about myself.

2.  My new bamboo, silk and wool mattress.

Martha can do whatever she wants with the rest of the house but I am very particular about our bed and bedding.  

3.  That my brother-in-law just successfully came through a very delicate and scary surgery.  

4. That while visiting my BIL in New York City  I also got to see the AIDS in New York: The First Five Years  exhibit.  So powerful.  I do hope this exhibit travels.  Everyone should see it.

5.  And finally this . . .

. . . which gave me a big time smile.


  1. AnonymousJune 11, 2013

    with three big dogs, we are always amused when a pair of mallards stroll into the back yard and plant themselves in the grass under the bird feeders. drives the dogs nuts!

  2. How did I miss asking a question?

    Nice bed but wow, it looks narrow in that picture. And tall. Very tall.

    Yay for your BIL and your sister.

    I heard the AIDS exhibit was more emotional than the quilt. I will get down to see it.

    Maybe you shouldn't be assessed for a pool when you have a pond.

    1. Ask away.

      It's a full size bed. Anything bigger would not fit in our tiny bedroom in our tiny house. And yes, it is too tall. I need a step stool to get into it and my nightstand is far below. I am swapping the box springs for a lower profile kind. I love the mattress though.

      I would like to go back to the AIDS exhibit some time when it is not so crowded. It was difficult to see every thing when I was there.

      I did, jokingly, go to the assessor and ask for my assessment to be reduced. She responded "you now have waterfront property which will raise your taxes."

      Never mind.

  3. AnonymousJune 11, 2013

    I couldn't handle the AIDS exhibit. I lived in New York during those years. I knew those men who were dying. I went to those funerals. I lost friend after friend.

    Those were my guys. We had laughed and danced and partied and worked with an innocence that seems unreal now towards gay rights. (And we were close, so close, and then AIDS happened. And we all became pariahs.) I watched one man after another die. I sat with one friend who had lost every male friend and his lover to AIDS. He was the last one left. He said, "Who would think I would die holding the hand of a woman?" And we laughed. (Although he didn't die with me there.)

    I could not handle it right now. I remember their faces. I don't remember many names. I'm terrible with names. And for a time, I tried to forget it all. It hurt too much. But of course, I couldn't. And so, I remember that time. In that place. I'm glad I'm not the only one.

    1. I am sorry for all your losses. Somehow I missed most of the impact. I think a lot of the deaths happened during my black hole years and I was simply unaware. Although I knew of many men who suffered and died, only one was someone I considered a friend. Most were friends of friends of friends. Such a sad chapter.

  4. 1. Cough up some answers, woman!
    2. I agree with Ren - that bed looks super narrow! But, I agree about the quality of the linens. That is a luxury that one can truly feel.
    3. Glad to hear some good news from anyone on the health front. Yay for your family!
    4. Not sure I could go see that exhibit either. I wasn't in NYC but rather the SF Bay during the AIDS epidemic. We all lost friends, brothers, lovers, coworkers. We lost count after awhile. It was so frightening and depressing. BUT! I have a friend here in pdx who has been living with AIDS for two decades! So, improvement.
    5. Aww....

    1. Answers are coming. Actually I found yours to be one of the most thought provoking. I am working on it.

      It is a full size bed. When we went to New Orleans we had a king size bed and couldn't find each other in it. I kind of like the forced proximity of our cozy little bed.

      And Yay for good health news. It seems the older I get the more bad health news I hear. Plus I work next door to the senior office where it is non-stop complaining. Please shoot me if I get to that point.