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Well, it's been an eventful week. My grandfather died. He was pretty sick and we all sort of knew it was coming, but that doesn't always make things easier. I got three days off of work for it as "funeral time." I went to the funeral on Wednesday and boy, I hate funerals. I don't think anyone likes funerals, but I don't hate them for the death part. I hate them for the God part. If that Reverend had talked about Jesus for much longer, I was prepared to stand up and object. Why is it that every funeral I have ever attended has turned into a religious infomercial. The Reverend was telling the story of Jesus seeing the widow bury her son, and he touched the dead boy and he rose up and returned to his mother. And how is this comforting? At first, I thought maybe the Reverend was calling God's bluff or something. But no divine hand passed over Grandpa's urn and revived him. I guess there is some convoluted symbolism to the story he told, but I was in no mood to decipher it. I just wanted him to talk about my Grandpa. Jesus is always Bogarting the mic these days.
In other news, Hedwig was incredibly well done, and afterward, I hung around with the cast, listened to a couple of bands in the cabaret area, got tipsy in the green room, and talked with the guy who lives in the theater (?) who asked me numerous times if I thought the place was haunted. We had a blast. And the show. Wow. It was so much better than I expected it to be. Hedwig had a great voice. The girl who played Yitzak was so good that I thought they had decided to just cast a guy in the role...I really thought she was a man. I didn't get home until after three, which is something I haven't done in a long time.
My mother and I hung out on Saturday, and we talked about a lot of stuff, she bought me a bunch of fresh greens and strawberries and stuff from the Market House. My mom is so funny. She is totally accepting of me, now that I am out of the house, we get along swimmingly. When I talked to her about my sexuality, she went into a whole tearful speech about loving me for Who I Am and wanting me to be Happy yaddayadda, and then she was silent for a minute, and said, "this doesn't mean that you'll start dressing like a UPS driver, does it?" I nearly shot cappuccino out of my nose I was laughing so hard.
In moving news,
I have given five big garbage bags full of clothes to the Thrift Store, a whole bunch of books and videos as well. I am really really cleaning out my closets. I have had to start getting rid of things that are impractical, even if they are sentimental, and that has been an oddly freeing thing. I am working on getting my CD's into big cloth cases and getting rid of the jewel cases, hopefully they can be recycled.
I broke up with my other gym, and now I actually lift weights with the trainer like a big kid. Sometimes I forget how great the painfully yummy exercise adrenaline high is. The masochist in me is learning to use exercise instead of smoking to get that pleasant pain. My muscles feel like coiled springs right now, and I realize that I am actually looking forward to the elliptical after work. I guess it is easy in an anorexic fad diet culture like this one to forget that thin isn't necessarily healthy. I had no idea how out of shape I was until I tried to run a mile a few months ago. And now, I am becoming something I never thought I would.....an exercise enthusiast.
And I was able for the first time in a long time to have a long conversation with S. last night, who persistently called and called me and woke me from my slumber. I'm sure glad she did.
In other news, Hedwig was incredibly well done, and afterward, I hung around with the cast, listened to a couple of bands in the cabaret area, got tipsy in the green room, and talked with the guy who lives in the theater (?) who asked me numerous times if I thought the place was haunted. We had a blast. And the show. Wow. It was so much better than I expected it to be. Hedwig had a great voice. The girl who played Yitzak was so good that I thought they had decided to just cast a guy in the role...I really thought she was a man. I didn't get home until after three, which is something I haven't done in a long time.
My mother and I hung out on Saturday, and we talked about a lot of stuff, she bought me a bunch of fresh greens and strawberries and stuff from the Market House. My mom is so funny. She is totally accepting of me, now that I am out of the house, we get along swimmingly. When I talked to her about my sexuality, she went into a whole tearful speech about loving me for Who I Am and wanting me to be Happy yaddayadda, and then she was silent for a minute, and said, "this doesn't mean that you'll start dressing like a UPS driver, does it?" I nearly shot cappuccino out of my nose I was laughing so hard.
In moving news,
I have given five big garbage bags full of clothes to the Thrift Store, a whole bunch of books and videos as well. I am really really cleaning out my closets. I have had to start getting rid of things that are impractical, even if they are sentimental, and that has been an oddly freeing thing. I am working on getting my CD's into big cloth cases and getting rid of the jewel cases, hopefully they can be recycled.
I broke up with my other gym, and now I actually lift weights with the trainer like a big kid. Sometimes I forget how great the painfully yummy exercise adrenaline high is. The masochist in me is learning to use exercise instead of smoking to get that pleasant pain. My muscles feel like coiled springs right now, and I realize that I am actually looking forward to the elliptical after work. I guess it is easy in an anorexic fad diet culture like this one to forget that thin isn't necessarily healthy. I had no idea how out of shape I was until I tried to run a mile a few months ago. And now, I am becoming something I never thought I would.....an exercise enthusiast.
And I was able for the first time in a long time to have a long conversation with S. last night, who persistently called and called me and woke me from my slumber. I'm sure glad she did.