I woke up this morning to absolute silence. Windows were open and this soft morning air was filling the room. I moved a bit, waking my cat up who was sleeping at the foot of the bed. She just had to come snuggle with me for a bit. It's nice to be loved. But, in the case of a cat, her motives were probably more about looking for a warm place to stay for a bit.
Kent was out on the deck with his computer. I get dressed, go downstairs and brew myself a cup of coffee. I go outside just to chill out with him. No sounds except for the birds in the trees and the bumble bees that are hard at work gathering pollen from our 12 foot high rhododendrons. It doesn't take a village to pollinate rhododendrons, just a hell of a lot of bumble bees. They are gentle creatures and as I close my eyes and listen to the sounds of their wings, we coexist with each other while the sounds of their wings is distinctively G major. I love that key. But wouldn't you think smaller bees would create a higher pitched key? I know.... the world is going crazy and I'm consumed with the pitch of bee wings.
The symphony concert last night was ok, but somewhat of an odd program. Stravinsky's Firebird suite was well performed. The first half of the concert was distracting. Directly behind us, two people were constantly talking. The guy was trying to impress his female companion. He would say things like, "...see the kind of tickets I can buy? Just don't tell my boss how I got them or I would be fired. Yup... they got the tempo right." I'm thinking, "Wow, he can use big words like 'tempo'. Yeah, I'd go to bed with him for that." It was constant. And I could hear what could only be mistaken for the sounds of French kissing and fondling. I kept wondering if the real show was behind me, and I was missing out. After all, how often does one get to listen to Ives, AND see sex at the same time? I'm into life is about experiences thing. Well, this was one of those things.
Then, intermission. They left. Kent wrote a message on their chairs that read, "Please don't talk during the performance." But others were just down right peeved. They turned to me and said, "It was distracting to us, but we can't imagine what it was like for you." Another one spoke up and said, "The real show was back here! They were doing...". I said, "I know. I could hear them and felt totally left out." After intermission, they were gone. And here I thought that the since the Connecticut Opera went out of business, there would be no more drama at the theater.
Remind me never to go to Malawi. It's not that I would ever go there anyway, but it's just a reminder that much of the world is very unsafe for Americans, and even more unsafe for gay people. These two men were sentenced to 14 years of hard labor. Their crime? They dared to have a commitment ceremony for the love they have for each other, just as Kent and I will have this Fall. Scary stuff. Before going to a foreign country, I always check this out.
You ever notice that during the time of elections, all the Republicans seems to be able to offer is a good round of gay bashing? This from Iowa, the last state to allow marriage equality.
At a time where so many people are looking for work, our government has it's priorities straight, as usual. In examining how the troops feel about lifting the ban on Don't Ask, Don't Tell, the policy that kicks gay troops out of the military if they are found to be homosexual, the government has contracted with Westat, a Maryland research firm, so that they can ask gay troops how they feel about the policy. But the problem is, they can still be dismissed for even acknowledging to this contractor that they are gay. It's just a big waste of tax dollars on a stupid policy. It's time to end this damn policy.
I guess that's it. Politics are not my thing anymore because you can't do anything about stupid people with stupid ideas. All you can do is make frittatas. That's for breakfast this morning. We got all ready to make it. The only problem is, Kent got all the ingredients for the frittata, except for eggs. We seem to do this more and more now. At least, we still laugh about it.

If Partner A adds Partner B to a home owner’s policy, you can do that with the NJ civil union law. But, if Partner A dies, Partner B can not keep the policy. A married “spouse” can keep the policy.


