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Where Cool Came From

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Pat's minimalist house in Toronto, Canada


My friend Pat sent me this link yesterday.  It is a profile of his house (or "house" as he says in his Canadian accent) in Toronto.  It is on the website "Where Cool Came From."


Pat's home office and front door

View of home office and kitchen from second level

Pat's "living room" and backyard

Stairs to the second level (bedroom and bathroom)


Pat is a minimalist (and a vegan).  I think he's pretty cool and this profile confirms my impression of Pat.  


Pat in my backyard (I'm definitely not a minimalist - I'm a gardner)



See here: Click on the video at the website.  Get past the straw house.  Pat's is the next house.





Enjoy!


"This smoothie is for you!"


Remembrance of Past

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At 72 years old, I've lived a long time.  My brain is still good, I can remember a lot from my past.  One of my all time favorite memories is watching the "Jackie Gleason Show" on a warm summertime Saturday night in the Fifties.



Me (middle) with my friends and brother (far right) at 120 Washington Avenue, Downingtown, PA summer 1952

Our family lived on Washington Avenue in Downingtown, Pennsylvania.  We lived in a second floor of a cheap (poor white trash section of town) apartment building.  My father worked at Gindy Trailers outside the edge of town.  The owner of Gindy Trailers, Dave Ginsberg, let my father grow corn on a few acres of land adjoining the trailer manufacturing plant.  



My brothers John and Isaac at the Gindy Trailer Manufacturing plant in Downingtown - 1952
our "Playground"


My father grew a lot of corn, more than we could eat.  One of my fondest memories of my childhood was those warm and humid, lazy hazy days of the Eisenhower Dull Fifties was my brothers and I pulling weeds from our assigned rows of corn.  I used to hate that chore at that time because I wanted to play with my friends Chubby Shores and Pee Wee Mack.  But after we pulled the weeds, we were often treated to a Tastee Freeze ice cream of a Dixie Cup.  Then if we got home in time we would gather around out 14 inch black and white Philco TV and watch "The Honeymooners" on "The Jackie Gleason Show." 



Mom and "her boys" enjoying a Dixie Cup treat after pulling weeks for each of our assigned eight rows of corn - 1952







Now, every time I hear the haunting strains of "The Melancholy Serenade" which was the opening theme song to "The Honeymooners", I am transported back to that more innocent time.  


Mom with my brother Isaac, Jr. in front of our cornfield - 1952

We didn't have much (nothing really) but we did have family, security and love.  Sure, my father could have been more demonstrative with his love and we could have had air conditioning but I am so appreciative of the childhood I did have and the memories that will never leave me as long as I live.  


"Pop" with youngest son John (his favorite) in front of his cornfield 1952

Jackie Gleason is on my mind now because I'm reading a biography of him now.  Not only was he one of my favorite comedians he is also one of my favorite musicians, and indeed he was a musician even though he couldn't read one note of music. 





I have many more memories like this which I will share in future blog posts.  I get a great deal of comfort from these memories.  I hope I never lose them.


Joe

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"Joe" (right) and friend - abt. 1976 Rehoboth Beach, Delaware



Hello there,
For about 20 years I have been trying to find some information about the where about of Joe Murtha.  I met a Joe Murtha in Philadelphia in 1976, kept a friendship with him for many years, mainly through correspondence, I saw him last in 1990. Soon after that I lost contact.  I have written to old addresses, to old organizations in which he was active in the 70s and 80s and  Googled his name many times through out the years.
Today I tried again, I Googled his name and the information in the form of Memorial page came up, the one that you have created. I would like to know more about his last years of life.  Some how his abruptly stop of communication with me has been an enigma that bothered me.  I would like to chat with you about Joe if you allow me. I almost sure your Joe is the same Joseph Hope Murtha that I met and lived at 1926 Spruce St, Philadelphia in the summer of 1976. He made in mark in my life.
Paz y Bien,
Juan 
……………….

I received this e-mail last night.  I knew Joe Murtha.  He was a friend of mine…..sort of.  


Joe - 1980 at "The Ranch"

Back in the day, Joe and I were very competitive when we used to frequent the 247 Bar in Philadelphia.  Yes Virginia, back in my "every weekend out to the bars looking for Mr. Right." 

I received this e-mail from someone who knew Joe and wondered what happened to him. This is one of the many things I like about the Internet and the Digital Age.  Unfinished business can be resolved.  


Me and "Mr. Right" at The Ranch - 1980

In the years since I began my blog in 2005, I have received several such inquiries from my past.  I am always glad to help provide information to those who are attempting to close a chapter in their life.


Maybe not "Mr. Right" after all

I called Juan V. today and gave him the information on Joe that he asked for.  I told him that Joe died in 1994 of AIDS related causes.  I also told him that Joe was cremated and his ashes spread over his five acre parcel of property he and is partner Bob M. (who died a year previously also of AIDS related causes) owned and spent their weekends away from their home in New Jersey.


Joe (center) with my friend Bob H. (on left - lots of "Bobs" in my life) and my other friend Bob (on the right with finger pointing)
Juan told me that he was involved in Catholic Charities (for which Joe worked) and Joe was very kind to him.  We traded some stories about Joe but one we both agreed on that Joe was very cheap.  I remember one time I arrived at "The Ranch" (which is what we called the single wide trailer that Bob M. had where we all used to congregate for a Weekend Away From Philadelphia), and Joe and his partner Bob M. (yes, yet another "Bob") were sitting at the table). So what did Joe say to me as soon as I walked in the door?  Did he say "Hi Ron!" Oh no, he says "We only brought enough food for ourselves (as he cradled his can of Campbell's Pork and Beans), you'll have to buy your own food!" That was Joe, cheap to the end.  I told Joe "I don't expect you to buy my food, I'll buy my own food and by the way, how are you this evening?"This exchange reminded me of the "Howard Entrance" scene in "The Boys In The Band." 

Joe eating "his food" at Bob's table


Yes, that was the kind of contentious relationship Joe and I had.  I could tell many more stories of Joe but I prefer to keep my blog postings short and to the point, lest I put anyone to sleep.  But it was interesting to dredge up yet another memory from the my sordid Past on this rainy and cold Saturday in March 2014, 34 years later.  



Joe could put Don Rickles to shame.  Our mutual friend Bob said (and yes, there was yet another Bob for a total of FIVE BOBS!) that "after five minutes with Joe you could do pull-ups from the curb." And you know folks, as contentious as our relationship was, I sort of miss Joe.  I miss the sparing.  I miss the camaraderie (such as it was).  But time moves on, the cast of actors fall by the wayside, only memories remain.  And then there are those few who are left standing, left to contemplate the past and face the uncertain future, sure in the knowledge that one day someone in the future will ask the question "Do you know whatever happened to Ron?" Well folks, they say the Internet is forever and here I am, recording this history for posterity.  I have found my calling, my purpose in life.  

Rest in peace Joe.


Richard, Joe, Bob 1, Bob 2, Fuzzy - 1980 - Another time, another place, a better place - all gone now.

Gay Marriage Arrives in Britain

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The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypose

I love this headline "Gay Marriage Arrives in Britain - No Flooding Or Winged Horsemen Of Death, So Far (PICTURES).  See here:

Yes folks, Great Britain is yet another country that has recognized the inevitable, marriage between same sex couples is NORMAL.  What always amazes me is how happy everyone is when the dam finally breaks and the same sex couples rush to marry.  FINALLY!  






At the present time I am estranged (temporarily I hope) from my family (two brothers and one sister-in-law) because I dared not to subscribe to the "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" version of gay "lifestyle" in my civilian life.  They all know and have known I was gay since I came out in 1964 but I think this year was a bit too much for them when the Christmas card I sent out had a picture of me and Bill at our wedding.

Bill and I married on our 49th anniversary of our meeting last summer, when the Marriage Equality Bill passed in Delaware - proud and not ashamed or embarrassed
 

That probably went over the line for them.  I'm pretty sure it probably went over the line for some of my relatives too because a paltry few of them showed up at my bi-annual family reunion. Well you know folks, it is THEIR problem, not mine.  I am tired of this.  So tired. 


Image of the paltry attendance at my family reunion this year - embarrassing and shameful - I'll never do another one again
Bill meeting my cousin Barbara K. Barbara is one of the few in my family who is a Progressive (Liberal) - this is the first reunion of any kind (family or class) that Bill has attended with me.  Probably because he was legal now. The ladies in the background were also very accepting.  Not everyone is narrow-minded and prejudicial but unfortunately many in my family are.  I am ashamed and embarrassed. They would probably go to a Duck Dynasty reunion before they would go to their out gay relative's function.  Never again.  I couldn't even get either of my brothers or their families to attend.  Again, embarrassing and shameful.

But I am happy that there will now be thousands of same sex couples in England who will no longer be treated as pariahs and "less than." 


Me waiting to testify before the Delaware State Legislature last year for marriage equality - unashamed and proud

But then we go back to this country where it is up to the state to decide.  You know, the old "put it up to the voters." Well, this brilliant Irish ad puts into focus how ridiculous and unfair too many part so this country continue to be behind history.  But you know folks, it is inevitable that one day this country will look back at this time and wonder "how could we have been so unfair?"


DRINKING OF ELDER MEN: Mutterings Mighty, Minor and Mini Mincing Much of ...

Have I Been Here Before?

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Reincarnation, I've talked about it before.  Reincarnation has always intrigued me.  I find it more plausible than the fairy tale (no offense intended to my religiosity practicing friends) of organized religion.

My earliest memory was "I am starting all over again." I distinctly remember beginning again.  This memory occurred when I was about four years old.  I remember the time because it was before I began first grade of elementary school at five years old.


The "Black and White" days with my brothers (('m in the enter) at the ole swimming hole in the Fifties

At different milestone periods during my life I felt like I was being given the opportunity to make a decision of what road to take.  Sometimes I've chosen correctly and sometimes not.  My life has felt like one big test…..again.




During all my challenges in life, times when I had to make life changing decisions, I've always felt that I had an unseen guardian angel by my side.  Perhaps others would call this feeling "Faith." I prefer to think of my guardian angel as a male figure, much like me, guiding me and protecting me.  





I never thought I would live as long (this time) as I have.  During the past ten years many of my friends, former co-workers, and classmates have died.  Much to my surprise I find myself one of the few left standing.  


Jay, one of my friends now gone.  It seems just like a few months ago we were standing in front of this sign in Lewes waiting for our table to open at the restaurant

Last year I had several life threatening medical situations.  I've been fortunate in that I seem to be recovering from those conditions.  But I'm realistic enough to know that sooner or later something is going to get this 72 year old traveler of the universe.  I just hope it's not like my friend Bob McC. who is in a total care facility now, having something to bath him, dress him and clean up after him after he goes to the bathroom.

When I go I want to go like my cousin Randy below. He wasn't sick, he just didn't wake up one morning.  Randy, that's the way I want to go.


My late cousin Randy with his mother (my late aunt) at Simpson Meadows, 2004

I noted with some irony that in August of last year I met a person who seemingly came out of nowhere and has provided a much comfort and happiness at this time in my life.  Yes, I was married last year to my longtime partner after 49 years of living together.  And yes, we are very happy.

Me and Bill
 

But I never had that special friend, some I was very compatible with.  We understand each other.  Bill and I are almost the exact opposites, even though we love each other dearly.  Of course that person, for those of you who follow this blog, is Pat.  I now kid him and ask him "Are you my guardian angel come to life to whisk me away?" I don't know folks but what I do know is that everything seems to be falling into place.  And as Martha Stewart said "That's a good thing." Just a thought folks, rambling on here on this last day of March in 2014.  Just a thought. 


"Going Down?"

Scorpio

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The "Other" Ron - 1980

This morning I was cleaning out some of the clutter around my computer desk and I came across a card describing the astrological sign Scorpio.  As regular followers of this blog know, I am one of those fearsome Scorpios.

Bram Stoker - author of Dracula and a Scorpio
Your worst nightmare

Now I don't follow the daily advice in newspapers for astrological signs but I do put some credence in the characteristics of the Scorpio astrological sign.  Why do I do this?  Because they are dead on, at least as they apply to me.  

Check it out:


Favorite number?  Yep, nine.  In fact it's the date of my birth.  My street address? Yep, it adds up to nine.  

Hedy Lamarr - actress and Scorpio - we both have the same birthday November 9th


PERSONALITY PROFILE

Scorpio, the eight house of the Zodiac and the fixed water sign, is the most intense of all the signs. Dominated by powerful emotions, you take life seriously. You posses a magnetic power, critical perception and the ability to judge keenly, but you can also be exacting, obstinate, secretive and jealous. Scorpio has a hierarchy of symbols, starting with the traditional scorpion and ascending to higher levels of consciousness as symbolized by the eagle and, finally the mythical Phoenix. This progression symbolizes the Scorpio's need to regenerate through suffering and, often, self-destructive behavior. But, you also posses an indomitable will and self-control, and your presence has great healing power. You are fascinated by sex and death, and can become quite the monster of lust. Intensely loyal to your friends, you never forget a kindness or a slight. Your day is Tuesday, your metal is steel.

Pablo Picasso - artist and Scorpio


LOVE AND SEX

Often known as the sexiest sign in the Zodiac, Scorpios love and hate with equal fervor. You require a great deal of fidelity to feel certain of the value of a relationship and you can be madly possessive. Often the victim of passion, you sometimes feel burden by your desires. You are most attracted to Cancer, Pisces, Virgo and Capricorn. You have difficulty with Aquarius and Leo.

Christopher Columbus - explorer and a Scorpio

CAREER & MONEY

Money is power and you know it. Of no importance in itself, money is a means to an end, a challenge to your strength You have the most patience to sacrifice present indulgences for future rewards. You are driven, shrewd and highly focused.

Grace Kelly - actress and princess - a Scorpio

BODY & HEALTH

Scorpio rules the genitals (tell me about it) . Though you generally have a strong and robust body you are particularly susceptible to epidemics, dunkenness, venereal diseases, hernias, syphilis, prostate diseases, colitis, bladder disorders, nose disorders and piles.  

Richard Burton - actor and drunkard - a Scorpio

Guilty as charged folks.  

Charles Manson - cult leader and convicted murderer and a Scorpio


Random Thoughts

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September 1, 1974 - recently discovered photo I haven't seen in YEARS!

Next week was the original week for the Bloggerpalooza.  I sort of wish I hadn't changed the date back a month.  I did it because the hotel rates were lower.  Last year I scheduled the Bloggerpalooza for this time of year because of the wonderful spring weather and the lower hotel rates (before Easter).  However, this year the rates were raised a few weeks earlier so in my zeal to accommodate potential Bloggerpalooza attendees and keep their expenses down, I backed up the date of the Bloggerpalooza event.  In retrospect I wish I hadn't done it because it really didn't save anyone, including myself, that much money.  But it did cause some disruption in other's plans.  Well, that's all water over the dam now because this was the last blogger event I'll ever hold.  For a myriad of reasons but the main one is the expense.  I just can no longer afford it.  Time for someone else to take up the Cause.




I am so happy that spring has finally arrived.  Yesterday and today I hit Pepper's Greenhouse and stocked up on spring flowers like asylum, pansies (wouldn't you know?  Mr. Pepper actually called me "The King of the Pansies" last year - only realizing what he said after those charged words flew out of his mouth).  I've planted everything and doesn't my backyard look FINE? 


Our backyard Oval planter - the birds love it!

Tomorrow I have yet another appointment with a doctor, this time my dermatologist.  Seems the biopsy he took off of my right knee about six weeks ago still hasn't healed.  I know I'm not near as bad off as some of my contemporaries but man, my seemingly regular routine of doctors' visits is starting to get me down.  That plus I'm in for two extra shifts of work at the hotel this month.  I can always use the extra money but work all those shifts really does throw my digestive balance off.  When working at a hotel there is no lunch break.  You work straight through.  I try to grab a couple of crackers during the normal "lunchtime" just to stave off hunger.  Of course going to the bathroom is very difficult (one is expected NOT to go to the bathroom but to ALWAYS be available at the front desk - the guests haven't figured out that front desk "agents" actually go to the bathroom. We don't call people like me "clerks" now - not politically correct.  


Lunch (and dinner) at the hotel

I'll try to keep up my daily blog postings but don't be surprised if I skip a day or two.  I'm a little bit off the rails now because of an incident a couple of weeks ago that I'm having difficulty putting behind me.  Sorry to be so cryptic but there are those who read my blog who were responsible.  I know I shouldn't let little things like this bother me but sometimes they do.  I try to do what I think is best for everyone, almost always at a personal sacrifice but sometimes it's just not appreciated. It's what I call "a kick in the face" by an unthinking person who doesn't realize the harm he has done by his myopic and hurtful actions.  I need to put it behind me and I will.  Been here before.



Yes, that is the Philadelphia Art Museum behind me - photo taken 2 Sept. 1974

Enjoy the fine spring weather everyone!  

OUCH!

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OUCH!  That hurt!

About a hour ago I returned from my 8:15 am visit to my dermatologist.  Last January 24th, he had taken a biopsy of a discolored patch of skin from my right knee.  From that time until today, that wound has never properly healed.  There were times when my pants would rub against the scab and a pain would shoot through my leg like a thorn in the wound.

Last week I made an appointment to see him to take a look at this slow healing wound.  The day before I cancelled it, thinking it had gotten better it hadn't.

On Tuesday this week I made another appointment for this morning.  I arrived bright and early at his office with my wound, still inflamed.  His assistant took a look at it and began poking at the wound.  OUCH!  WOW! Know how it feels when the dentist drills for a cavity and hits a nerve?  That's the way it felt when she was poking around that inflamed wound.  Hey, I think I can tolerate pain as good or better than most but this morning I was a major pussy.  I  yelled out loud "OH GOD!" Yes I did.  I really did.  

Two other assistants came into the room.  More poking around and more screaming (yes, SCREAMING) by me.  One of the assistants thought that part of the "dissolvable" stitch was still in the wound.  SOMETHING was in there.  Know how it feels when you have a thorn in your toe or finger?  SOMETHING WAS THERE and it hurt like HELL when they poked.  



The doctor came in.  He took a look with his instrument.  Wouldn't you know he tried to pull something out.  This time I almost kicked him (involuntarily) and yelled "OH GOD!"again.  What is it with me with the "Oh God" exclamation?  I'm not even religious?  Well, anyway, I asked him "Don't you have a pain killer?" Be careful what you wish (ask) for.  He motions to one of the assistants.  She brings in a MAJOR needle and hands it to him. He said "This is going to pick a little bit." Uh huh.  I thought the poking around hurt, well ladies and gentlemen, I experienced a new kind of pain.  OUCH!  WOW!  


Folks, this year (and last year) I've been through whole new levels of pain.  From the biopsy and volume check for my prostate cancer to that LONG Labor Day Weekend when my urologist decided to let my stuck kidney stone in me for four days hoping it would pass on it's own.  Yes folks, that was pain but today was a whole new level.  I'm telling you, the medical establishment really should get in touch with those war criminals former vice president Cheney and Defense Secretary Rumsfeld

"The known unknowns, we don't know anything"


and immediately let them know that we have doctors down here in Lower Slower that could put any of your professional torturers to shame.  


War criminal and former vice president Dick Cheney - still on the loose

My good doctor did some digging around on the now numbed area of my knee and removed the offending stitch that had infected my knee these past three months.  


I left his office with a copy of my medical report to meet Bill (who drove me) down in the lobby.  My knee wasn't hurting now because it was numbed up but I knew it would be hurting as soon as the pain killer wore off and as it is now sore.  But I don't have the shooting pain that was happening before when my pain let would rub the wrong way.  

Bill stopped at Loew's on the way home but I couldn't even get out of the car.  Not only because it is windy and cold this April morning (will this winter ever end?) but because I was feeling woozy (don't go there).  

As soon as I got home I took this picture of my sore knee and an aspirin and hit my bed for about an hour of gathering myself together (and feeling sorry for myself - I do love me a Pity Party).  

After about an hour of slumber I just got up and now I'm ready to take on the rest of the day and get myself prepared for a weekend of work at the hotel.  I'm filling in for a co-worker who is taking off a few days.  

And the beat goes on.  





Working Weekend

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For those of you who follow this blog regularly, you'll notice there's been a blip in my usual daily posting.  That's because I worked the day shift at the hotel this weekend.  My regular hours are Wednesdays and Thursdays, 3 pm to 11 pm.  Occasionally I am asked to work for one (or two) of the regular full time front desk agents (we don't call them "hotel front desk CLERKS these days don't you know).  This weekend was one of those weekends.  

Wasn't so bad although I do have to get up before the birds (5 am) in order to get to work in time to set out the breakfast by 7:30 am.  Usually I like to sleep in until about 7 am or later.  But as I said, working this weekend wasn't so bad, helped a lot I'm sure by a hotel almost full of very pleasant guests.  




Our guests are usually retirees for a weekend getaway, or soon to be retirees looking to move to Delaware and the occasional newlyweds (which we had this weekend).  These folks are almost always pleasant, non-demanding and a pleasure to be of service to.  Plus, it helped that this weekend we had almost perfect weather.  Clear blue skies and a brisk bite in the air.  We could've used maybe ten degrees warmer but brisk air felt good.



My daffodils in full bloom today!

Bill misses me terribly when I'm gone from the house all day, even though when I am at our house I'm either on my computer, eating or taking a nap. At least I'm in the house which seems to give him some comfort.  I have to admit it is nice to be wanted and cared for and to care for someone.  




The only problem I have with working these irregular hours is that it throws off my digestive system (I get constipated because I can't go to the bathroom at work - yeah, I said it).  Other than that, and missing my daily blog entries, not a bad weekend of work at all.

Now I do it all over again in two weeks.  Then I work the night shift (3 pm to 11 pm) for my other full time co-worker.  Don't cry for me (Argentina) though, I'm taking off two weeks at the end of August to visit…….guess where?  Yep, Canada (read prior blog post for context).  




Time to watch more episodes of "The Good Wife" now (oh I am addicted to this show, it is SOOO GOOD).

Have a good night!



Daffodils

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We moved into Casa Tipton-Kelly in November of 2006.  When the Spring of 2007 rolled around and I was very disappointed to notice that I had neglected to plant any spring bulbs, especially daffodils.  How could I have forgotten that cheerful harbinger of Spring, the bright yellow daffodil to puncture the monotone drabness of the end of the previous winter?

I immediately made a vow that Spring day in 2007 to correct that oversight and plant plenty of spring bulbs the following fall.  I thought I had planted a lot of spring bulbs in the fall of 2007, but when Spring of 2008 rolled around, there was only a smattering of yellow. MORE BULBS!  

In the ensuing years I've been planting more and more bulbs and I think now, the Spring of 2014 (oh how the years do roll by) I'm getting there.  I still have a long way to go but surveying and recording my Riot of Yellow this morning, I'm getting there.  

Next up, the tulips!


Random Musings on a Spring Evening

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Ironing shirts last night


Earlier today I posted a rather detailed report of why I thought one of my brothers unfriended me on Facebook.  Today is his birthday and I went on Facebook to send him a birthday message and he was GONE.  I did some checking and it seems that indeed I was unfriended.  Oh well, someone else who doesn't like me because I don't bend to his will.  So be it.  

Briefly, the reason is because I refuse to live a "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" personal life.  Yes, it is as simple as that.  Both of my brothers and their families are very conservative, Faux News conservative.  I'm all right as long as I don't throw "it" (the fact that I'm gay) "in their face".  


But if I chose to live my life openly, well, that makes them uncomfortable.  My previous post, which I took down listed the whole history that led up to this situation today.  I decided to take it down lest I throw more gasoline onto the fire.  Enough said of this sad situation.

I'm very pleased with my spring flower show this year.  So many daffodils and other spring glories.  I took a video (see my previous blog posting) which I will use as reference to fill in the empty spots for next year.  Each year, better and better.


Bill checking out the new plantings

I think that wound on my leg where a biopsy was taken last January is healing.  I said "I think" because while I was transplanting some pansies this afternoon I accidentally hit it and the pain shot right through my like an electric shock.  I'll give it another week and if it isn't better then I'll go back to my doctor.  Hey folks, this has been gone on since January.  We may be getting into territory that I'm not comfortable with but I may have to confront.  

Bill and I just got back from a ride around the neighborhood and our adjoining neighborhoods.  After a five to six year hiatus, building has taken off.  It's interesting to see all the new houses going up.  I hope soon to see my friend Pat start to build his house.  I know it will be stylish, unique and like no other in this area.  He has some details to work out about his dual citizenship though first.  May take a while. It's easy for us to go to Canada but not so easy the other way around.  

I'm enjoying watching the Republicans tie themselves into a knot over their frustration that the Affordable Care Act (aka "Obama Care") is successful.  Now their next goal is to suppress the vote in the next election so they can take over the Senate and repeal the Affordable Care Act.



Of course they still have that one itsy bitsy teeny weeny problem that Obama is still president and will veto any asinine repeal they pass.  Always interesting that the Republicans are agains anything that helps the common man like Social Security, Medicare, minimum wage, equal pay for women, et al.  They used to scare their base with the threat of The Gays.  They can't use that as a wedge issue anymore because so many of them ARE GAY or have gay family members.  So on to the next BIG LIE.  Sorry for the political rant but sometimes I have to vent.

It's back to work tomorrow for my regular shift.  Occupancy is picking up at the Inn.  Not so bad now because the kiddies are still in school but wait until summer, then the hotel fills up…..fast.  

Riding around this evening it was refreshing to feel that we're finally out of this long, long winter.  Even though things are going to get crazy around here, I still prefer the next six months over the past six months.  Don't you?

And by the way, why do I need these many shirts?


Just some of my many shirts - what's the matter with me anyway?  

Binge Watching

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Six Feet Under "family"


Lately I've gotten into the habit of bing watching.  I bing watch TV series from Netflix.


Breaking Bad "family" - only watched a few episodes but will immerse myself fully soon

About a year ago I watched all the episodes of "Six Feet Under." Sure, I was about ten years behind the times but oh how I enjoyed watching that series.


Six Feet Under - brothers


Next up was "The Mad Men." I particularly liked this series because it was about an era, the Sixties, of which I was well acquainted.  Whoever writes that series know of the time they write about.  How well I remember all the smoking, misogyny, and office politics.  And I love seeing the Sixties period furniture.



The Mad Men "family

Now I'm watching "The Good Wife." I never got into "Perry Mason" or "Law and Order" but I have to say I am riveted by "TGW." It's not so much about the legalese, although that is interesting, but I think my interest is that I feel part of "the family." Yes, when I turn the lights out in my bedroom, which my friend Pat calls "The Tipton Cinema", and my 60" in Samsung TV screen comes to life with visual images of the Diane, Will, Alicia, Kerry and Kalinda; I feel like I'm reunited with the ongoing saga of my family or any family in this world.  


The Good Wife "family"

Much of my attraction for "TGW" is how well written it is.  Also, the producers of this show have the brilliance to bring in actors who are past their prime (Gary Coe, Judd Hirsch, Michael J. Fox) and give them a whole new lease on their acting life.  In this age when movie and TV producers limit their choice of actors to a few market tested actors, it is refreshing to enjoy the many varied acting talents of old faces as well as new faces.


New face on "TGW" - I don't know who this actor is but he's good as Kalinda's violent hubby

Last night I finished watching season four of "TGW" and now am going into withdrawal.  Next up is a series that I've heard much about, the "House of Cards." I love Kevin Spacey.  


Kevin Spacey - love you man!

So today I'll return my Netflix dvd for "TGW" and   (hopefully) have my new dvd's in time for this weekend when I can again enter the private and very comfortable world of the "Tipton Cinema" that is my bedroom.  I'll leave my worldly woes behind and join my new "family." 


Oh my, we've come a long way haven't we folks?

God's Doodle: The Life and Times of the Penis

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How about that for an attention getting title of a blog post?  Can't help yourself can you?  You HAVE to read on.

By the way, this is one post that's going to cause conniptions of those of my family and (former) friends who have tried (without much success) to censor my blog postings.  You know what they say, "adult content, if you're uncomfortable move on to the next blog." 

Now are you ready?  Fasten your seat belts and let's explore "The Life and Times of the Penis."

Actually folks, this is the title of a book by Thomas Hickman.  A book which I am ordering today from Amazon.com.  One can never know enough about the penis, especially in our Puritan infused culture which insures hypocrisy in talking about anything sexual as BAD.  Folks, it isn't bad. We're all human and anatomy and sex is part of the human condition.  If it wasn't then we wouldn't be here.  So get over your hang ups, okay?


Caught jerking off


The following is a synopsis of the book from Amazon's website:



"It’s not the size of God’s Doodle that matters; it’s the inside that counts. The macabre and the bloodcurdling, the funny and the sad, distilled from myth, world cultures, religion, literature, science, medicine and contemporary life; when it comes to the penis everyone’s a critic. “When the prick stands up, the brains get buried in the ground.”–Yiddish Proverb

Throughout history, man has revered his penis as his “most precious ornament.” From small to large, thick to thin, smooth to wrinkled, Hickman lets the history of this mystery hangout for all to see. It is a stiff subject, but we easily settle in with the likes of Bill Clinton, Michelangelo’s David,


and Shakespeare as they followed their heads. With precious detail given to precious material, if you were to wrap your hands around anything less than two-inches, it should be God’s Doodle, a brilliant history of the penis that hits the topic right on the head. It reaches through time and looks at how the penis trended long before one was ever posted on Twitter.


You will be impotent with both laughter and information as you read “’subtly, unhurriedly and mercilessly’ (Alex Comfort The Joy of Sex),” as Hickman discusses ancient literatures and mathematical quandaries of possible positions, such as Greece’s “the lion on the cheese-grater,” which still keeps scholars from being cocksure about the potential."



My personal history of the penis starts with my family.  Up until the time I entered seventh grade in high school the only penis's I saw were my two younger brothers and my father (who was frequently naked or in his loose jockey type underwear around the house).  The only other penis I saw in person was my few years older cousin (observed while changing swim suits).  


The Kona "Whitey Tighty Run"

My brothers and I are all circumcised and I assumed all males were.  When I saw my cousin I thought he had a deformed penis, with that long "wand" at the end.  It wasn't until many years later that I knew that was foreskin and he was uncircumcised. In fact, since this was the Fifties I didn't even know the word circumcised.  I thought all men (and boys) were "normal." 


Glinda (Billie Burke), the Good Witch of the East with her "wand" - only witched and fairy god mothers should have "wands"

My next big (no pun intended) "discovery" was entering 7th grade in high school and subject to "taking the showers" after gym class.  Like most other 12 year old boys of my generation, I was terrified of going naked.  I remember our gym teacher gathering us all together before our first gym period and telling us "I know many of you are afraid of getting undressed and taking showers.  Let me assure you they all LOOK the same." Well folks, this was the first BIG LIE of my entry to the forefront of adulthood.  Again, no pun intended.  




The first shower?  Oh God, everyone was DIFFERENT.  I was on overload.  Being a young gay man (which I didn't even know that word "gay" even, I just knew I was "different" and, yes, fascinated with the penis).  Well folks, I found out that I wasn't fascinated with ALL penises.  In fact I could just as well passed on that Parade of Penises every gym class.  Oh sure, there were a few "normal" ones, but most penises I saw were misshapen, discolored or too small.  Oh yes, I am being very subjective which I make no apologies.  


Channing Tatum - Actor

Again, growing up in a family where we were "normal" (size, color, shape and circumcised), anything that varied from that "norm", repealed me.  Harsh?  Yes, but that's me.  


Ryan Gosling and Steve Carrell (the head) from the movie "Crazy, Stupid, Love." 

So that was high school.  The next big (again, no pun intended) exposure to penises came when I was in the Army.  Now we're talking serious business folks.  These were adult, fully, matured penises.  Not that I looked all that much (well, some) but I was worried that if I did I would become aroused and how would I explain THAT.  For you straight guys, imagine taking a shower with a bunch of naked women.  That's how my three years in the Army was.  I always tried to take a shower when my Army buddies were somewhere else.  Mostly I succeeded, sometimes not and those were trying times folks.  




Well, anyway folks I'm starting to ramble here.  Last night will perusing Amazon to order more books I came across this one and it looked like fun so I'm gonna order it.  By the way, an interesting fact about circumcision,  according to this book do you know why circumcision became more widespread in the last century?  Not because of the Jewish religion but because of the lingering influence of the Victorian culture thought that by circumcising young boys, the practice of masturbation would be eliminated.  Oh those Victorians, always on the lookout for stop that nasty sex (even though Queen Victoria had……how many children)?


The Old Queen


BJ's and Other Observations

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If it's Friday it's time for BJ's.  Of course I assume you all know I'm referring to the club discount shopping store.  What else in the world would you think I meant? (smile)

Usually every Friday we make our weekly excursion to BJ's Wholesale store in Millsboro.  That's about a fifteen mile drive one way.  It's worth it folks.  BJ's is the only place I can get a decent sized container of hummus. I have a hummus wrap sprinkled with feta cheese for lunch every day.  It is also the place where I can get my Panera loaded potato soup.  YUM!  I also get Taboule salad.  

My "staples"


The local supermarkets around here either don't stock these delicious items or if they do, they're in teensy, weeny packages (the hummus) and they still charge about the same ($3.99).  I opt to bypass the local supermarkets anytime I can and buy in bulk.  Yes, bigger is better especially when I'm stocking up on toilet paper.  

Today they're having a tulip festival in Lewes. Beautiful day for a tulip festival, shame they don't have that many tulips.  For you see folks, this has been a rather brutal winter and the tulips have decided to make a delayed entry.  But I'm glad to say my tulips have already started to arrive.


My first tulip this year

Beautiful day today, perfect for tiptoeing through the tulips…….in Lewes.  I heard they ordered thousands of "emergency" tulips to plant lest there were no tulips to tiptoe through today at the Tulip Festival.  


Lewes in Bloom (well, not quite yet) 

Boy did I dodge a bullet this year! Folks, did you know I had originally planned to have the 2014 Bloggerpalooza this weekend?  Can you believe it?  Oh sure,the weather is perfect, and I wouldn't have had to arrange a special opening of Old Time Photo in Rehoboth because they would have been open for the season this weekend (like last weekend).  But you remember folks, I changed the date in order to take advantage of the lower hotel rates in March?  There was some rumbling and disruption of plans by changing the date but folks, I'm telling you…..we could not have had the Bloggerpalooza event this weekend.  NO WAY, NO HOW.  First, the hotel is almost full and secondly, I don't think our silliness would have went down too well with other guests in the hotel. In fact, I have a feeling our silliness didn't go down to well even in March which is just another reason not to have any more blogger events at this location.  I got those vibes pretty strong during and after the event.  Thank goodness I didn't stick with my original date.  I can just imagine what kind of vibes I would have gotten NOW.  


Bloggerpalooza 2014

But we did have fun didn't we folks?  Maybe sometime, someplace next year.  Let's hope so.


Dr. Spo (Arizona), Randy (Nebraska) and Pat (Toronto, Canada) being silly (and having fun) at the 2014 Bloggerpalooza

Time for lunch and a nap now.  Very sunny outside right now and actually a bit too warm.  I think the temperature is going up to 72 degrees.  A regular heat wave after this never ending COLD winter.  

If the weather is as wonderful where you are as it is here, get outside and take advantage!  And do something silly.  Who cares what anyone else thinks?  Enjoy yourself.  Just remember, it's alright as long as your "enjoyment" is between consenting adults and you're not hurting anyone else.  Who cares what the snobs think?  Are they having a good time like we had?  I think not.

Dr. Spo's new tie
Tim and Larry compare lengths
Java, Warrior Queen
Doug - seductive

Me and Pat


Daffodil Saturday

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My haul this morning

Hey folks, I love my daffodils!  I love my spring bulbs!  I love Spring!

Well, I do believe that spring is finally here. This morning I visited my favorite nursery, Peppers, and bought up ever last one of their potted daffodils.  Oh I know "fall is the time to plant spring bulbs" and I do but two factors discourage me from fall planting.  First I'm not really in the mood after a summertime of gardening and secondly, I'm never sure where my previously planted bulbs are located.  One thing I hate to do in the fall when digging in the dirt, is to shove my trowel into a perfectly good daffodil or tulip bulb.
This is why I take advantage of potted daffodil bulbs in the spring, I know the "holes" where I can plant them.  

By the way, did you notice my propensity for double entendres lately? Especially of a sexual nature?  My goodness, what has gotten into me? Truth be told though, I've always had this "propensity" thinking it was clever and funny when in actually I'm only outwardly displaying my latent sexual nature.  I am a passionate person I am.  Lucky you if you're on the receiving end of my passion, just saying.  If I can't toot my own horn who can?


Oldie Goldie

Well folks, time to spread that mulch on those eighty or so daffodil bulbs that I put in the ground earlier today.  I'm going to take my shirt off and get my first dose of vitamin D (sunshine).  My old pale torso could use some sun to get rid of its winter pallor.  


The Lewes Tulip Festival has nothing on my backyard oval



Sick

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Washed out Ron


Last night when I went to bed I was very nauseous.  VERY, so nauseous that I couldn't go to sleep.  I don't remember the last time that I was this sick.

I finally got to a fitful sleep around 3 am only to be awaken with a "rush"….. I had to vomit.  Yes folks, I upchucked big time.  Even though I knelt at my toilet I managed to blow out my triple berry smoothie on the sides of the toilet bowl, the floor around the toilet and even on my lower legs and feet.  Not a pretty sight folks.

I tried to go back to bed only to get up again and blow out more of that purple Barney dinosaur smoothie.  How much did I drink anyway?

I gag just looking at this photo of Barney

Of course I also had the diarrhea.  Coming out both ends folks. Sorry for the grossness but that's what was happening with your longtime blogger here.  

I was so weak. I haven't eaten anything since last night.  I did drink a small Canada Dry ginger ale which helps to settle my stomach.  I'm working on my second bottle now.  

I drink the little bottle folks, no cans for me

I slept all day.  ALL DAY.  I'm still tired and weak but I feel like I've turned the corner but I still can't even contemplate eating anything for fear I'll throw that up too.

I think the culprit s some Mexican food I had in the freezer.  It tasted funny when I ate it. That's why I only had one.  When something liked his happens I think "What's different"?  This is the only think I could think of.

This "party in my mouth" didn't sit well with my stomach

I really should eat something right now but I'm afraid I'll just throw it up again.  

Hey folks, I have a new appreciated for my friends and acquaintances who are going through medical maladies right now.  This isn't fun, to say the least.

I just want to get back to normal.

"Do these glasses make me look fat?"

Pooh Bear

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"Whoops! Leakage!"


When I woke up this morning from a very restful night of sleep, I felt wet all on my backside.  I went out to Bill and showed him how much I "sweated." He took one look and said "That's not sweat, you pooped (he used a different word - four letter word that begins with "s" and ends with "t") yourself.  Shocked (and embarrassed) I rushed into my bathroom and saw a huge light brown stain on my underwear and bottom of my T-shirt.  Yes folks, I had "poohed" myself while sleeping.  Now folks, that's how sick I was.

At first I couldn't remember the last time I did that but then later on this morning I did remember.  It was when I was in the Army in 1960.  It was summertime (hot) and a Friday.  I was to participate in a battalion parade (we soldiers all marching past the colonel of the battalion presenting our colors). I was feeling very nauseous.  I knew I had eaten lunch on a metal tray that had some dried soap suds on it.  Don't ask me why I did that, one just didn't turn in a metal tray at the Army mess hall and ask for a clean one. 


Anyway, while marching I was feeling more and more nauseous until I couldn't put one foot in front of another.  Plus, I was afraid of throwing up all over the back of the soldier marching in front of me. I fell out of formation and collapsed under a nearby tree.  I was convinced that the Army MP's were going to arrest me and put me in the stockade.  Of course nothing of the sort happen and once I got my bearings somewhat, I struggled back to the barracks to collapse on my bunk.



Ft. Devens, Mass. - the old German prison or war barracks that was where I lived for four month in 1964


I was exhausted.  I awoke a few hours later and saw that I had "poohed" myself (a dark brown liquid, no "Tootsie Rolls") all over my pants and the mattress underneath me.  Oh crap (although that wasn't the word I used, see previous reference).  Well, that weekend I spent recovering from what food poisoning or soapy metal tray my body was rebelling against.  I hid that poohed stained mattress on an empty bunk, hoping no one would notice.  A few weeks later though, while we were kept in the barracks one of my Army buddies pulled down that mattress and saw the stain and said "Who "poohed"(used that four letter word again begins with "s" and ends with "t") on this f__cking mattress!"Of course I would never tell but never one to hide a poker face, I quickly exited the barracks.


Me (on the left) - my buddies Bill A. and Dick E. never knew it was ME who "poohed" on that mattress - I can just imagine the ribbing I would have gotten if they did know

So now here we are forty-four years later and I had another accident. Man oh man.  Thankfully the only thing I "ate" yesterday was two small bottles of Canada Dry ginger ale.  I don't think I had any "substance" left in me after that diarrhea festival I had yesterday.  


Breakfast this morning - I haven't thrown this up……yet

This morning I went out with Bill and had my first solid food.  We had breakfast at Nectar in Lewes.  My usual, a vegetarian omelet with sweet potato fries, and toast with a "Detox" juice.  I could finish the whole thing but it was good to get something solid down my throat after my involuntary fast yesterday.  Oh, by the way, I did lose six pounds.  What a way to lose weight, eh?


"There! Much better!"

Better…..I Think

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Dinner last night


Last night I had my first solid food except for that half an omelet I had for breakfast.  I had a small bowl of Panera potato soup and some pita crackers.  I had no lunch.  I didn't miss lunch. 

After talking to my Canadian friend on FaceTime I took his advice and watched "The Spanish Prisoner" on my Netflix DVD rental.  A strange movie with very low production values but it did engage me for a while and take my mind off of my health woes.  

I went to bed shortly thereafter, sans a dessert which I usually have before I go to bed.  However, I did take a couple swigs of my Canada Dry ginger ale which seems to help my stomach settle.

I had a great night's sleep and awoke to clean sheets (thank God!) 

I actually awoke with an appetite for my regular breakfast of Great Value bran flakes

 
(Walmart) cereal with almond milk and a banana.  I got about 2/3 rd's through it and started to feel "gaggy" again.  I gave Bill the rest of the banana.

I retreated to my home office as is my usual routine after breakfast, to catch up on my e-mail.  I had a visit yesterday from a local Democratic candidate for state district representative and a field worker.  They asked if I could cover a district here where I live.  I agreed.  All I have to do is introduce myself to the Democrat registered voters my neighborhood and urge them to vote.  Like most of you, I hate to knock on the doors of strangers but one must do what one must do to at least help to prevent some of these extreme Tea Party types from gaining office.  This should be easy for me because most of the people I'm to contact are on my Walk Route back in Oyster Rocks.  It won't be like they haven't seen me before.  Now they'll know who I am, one of those annoying people who will be bothering them.  Oh well, I hope my health is up to it.

My Democratic Walking Tools (except for the doily) 


I'm going to finish this post then lie down awhile again. I'm feeling nauseous again.  Hate to be a downer folks but you know me, I tell it like it is.

I'll be back later, hopefully when I'm back to 100% again. I hope that is tomorrow because I go back to work then. Always something.

A Rainy Spring Day

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Hey folks, let's go with something positive here.  My last few blog posts have been a bit down (to say the least).  I'm still not feeling the best but thank God, I'm not in bad shape.  Just feeling a bit under the weather because of some possible food poisoning from some local garbage I bought at BJ's a few weeks ago.  I won't name the company (local) but I always suspected the worst of them and now my suspicions are confirmed.  But there I go again, going negative.

Today I got a lot of rest.  In fact I'm rested out.  I can't sleep any more.  I have to gear myself up for another four day marathon work week at the hotel. Plus, I accepted an additional workload yesterday to gin up some of my Democratic neighbors to get out and vote.  Always something folks.  No rest for the weary.  But like I indicated earlier, I'm a lot better off that some people I know, especially my fellow prostate cancer patients who I've been reading about on our group forum.  God, I thought I had it bad with my side effects.  I won't even touch base on what some of these other guys are going through.  Makes my journey look like a Tiptoe Through the Tulips.

Anyway, speaking of tulips, my tulips are up.  I took this short video a few hours ago during a letup in the intermittent rain (which we sorely needed).  Nothing like the bright, fresh colors of spring time bulbs to lighten one's mood.  Enjoy!
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