Cough.

Cough. Cough Hack!

Chris & I have gotten over our colds. Praise the Agnostic gods! Two weeks of unmentionable goo emanating from our collective heads. How can such mass quantities of this viscose gunk come from such a dark damp tiny place? Two boxes of Kleenex later ….

I felt bad for Chris. He had to go to work through all this. He trudged off to his workplace, and trudged home feeling equally as bad. I though, was able to stay at home and rest. Not that it did much good, other than not infecting any of my clients with this biological weapon that was my head. Cough. Cough. Hack!

I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in … and kept my mind from withering … from watching bad Monday night TV.

The rain was mighty. Seemingly much more mighty than the roof over our collective heads. There was a river torrent flowing down ‘Parking Lot Mountain’ into the storm drain. It was ‘east coast rain’ not the sort we are accustomed to in the Pacific Northwest. It was beyond a misting, beyond a drizzle. No. It was downright teeming.

Chris noticed the dripping on the window. I went over to look at the intruding liquid, and sure enough, rain water was leaking in. Now the oddity here was the outside of the window was dry as a bone. It certainly was odd, seeing how the window is six feet back from the edge of the balcony & protected by the overhanging roof. The roof extends to the edge of the balcony. So nothing on the balcony gets wet from rain … not even plants on the balcony!

It’s a lazy Saturday afternoon here in Bridgehaven. Did I mention that most of the folks living here are senior citizens? That’s okay though. I’ve hit fifty. I’m slidin’ into senior citizen-dom myself. Crap! Did I just say that? Yeah .. it’s the truth. Hell …. my partner Chris was told he was ‘middle aged’ by one of his friends. Middle-aged at thirty-six? So I must be sliding into the home plate of cremation … or Cremora. Put that in your coffee!

Was hangin’ over the balcony chattin’ up the downstairs neighbor & her daughter. They were working on getting the balcony all gussied up for the spring planting & summer fun. I wonder if these citizens are party animals. I guess only time will tell.

The cats were wanting to leap off the balcony and check out the action below. Let’s hope that’s not going to happen …. EVER!

Okay. It has been a while. Well … actually it’s been over a year. So much has gone on. So much has improved. But where to start?

At he beginning Joe. At the beginning.

It seemed like only yesterday … oye … already with the cliches. Okay it seems like it was only, 668 days, no 95 weeks, no, 1 Year, 9 Months, and 30 Days since my last confession or blog entry … take your pick. Break out your abacus & double check my math. Can people still do math in this country … can we?

Since those last entries a LOT of things have changed. First and foremost my health has gotten markedly better. My Sarcoidosis has been pushed to the back burner, there are very few, if any, signs that I ever had it. And believe me … I did & still do HAVE it. It’s like a bad toe fungus … you can make it subside, but it might come back. But I won’t linger on that thought.

Senior Pulmonologist Dr Spaghetti-Sauce has told me my lung capacity is back to “normal for a man my age.” I didn’t know whether to kiss him (no tongue please) or smack him … “a man my age” … indeed! Then Again I just turned the big five oh!!! Yup fifty big ones. No big thing.

Bought a new car. Yup. Traded in the gas-aholic 4-Runner for a tea totaling Scion tC. Chris & I moved out of Eastlake and bought a condo in the Pinehurst neighborhood of Seattle.

Never thought I could own a “home of my own” but here I sit. Though for the first month I didn’t do much sitting. I painted walls, made art, removed a wet bar … and it was all fun. It now looks like our home. Pretty amazing stuff … heady … if you will. And yes I will! Yes we will!