Zwerglipatch July 7, 2011 8:00 p.m. EDT
A staycation, jumbled day is underway. Deadheading and a quick walkabout. Praying Mantis are seen in a couple of spots each day. Watering the lawn is required. Yesterday was the hottest and most humid day of the year. Fortunately, here in my Patio Office, fans are able to do their job and make my life as comfortable as possible.
Being comfortable is necessary. Yesterday was an education in comfort. René and I were given a tour of a Senior Home for Dad Meyer and, last night, we went to a SAGE [Seniors Active in a Gay Environment] meeting at the GLBT Center in Bay Shore to find out more information about getting married. As I have said, we are fortunate in that our plans will be minimal. All is going well. There is no “if” today, only: “when”.
When we get married, our lives will not change. Our attitudes? We shall see.
Zwerglipatch July 8, 2011 6:44 p.m. EDT
As it now rains, hopefully, this humidity will dispense.
Today, we went to the Smithtown Town Clerk’s office to have the wallet-sized birth certificate I have been carrying around with me to see if it would still be accepted. It will be. We will be able to get our marriage license.
The Ladies at the Clerk’s Office were so friendly and supportive. They asked if René and I are excited. Truthfully, I answered that our Family and Friends seem more excited than we. Yet, now, my excitement is building. Truly.
This evening a man, Martin, came to have us sign a petition as he is running for office as State Legislator. I like him. He came to Zwerglipatch last year. He saw the changes we had made and mentioned them. When Martin found that René and I are planning on getting married, he, too, was ecstatic. Yes. Ecstatic. I never knew that we did, indeed, have this amount of support. I spoke of how we appreciate the support we have from our neighbors. This is a changing world.
I wonder what I will wear for my wedding? Probably, shorts and an Aloha shirt. Since we are breaking tradition, I shan’t ponder the “something old, something new” bit. It is exciting to have our wedding all planned. Since plans change, I shall record the event after it occurs.
Zwerglipatch is doing so well. I feel I am doing well. The business is going well. Our lives are going well.
Today, I am excited. In less than two months, we will again be in Clarens — our vacation home in Switzerland. And, I will be a married person. Me. JWG. Married! Yes, my partnership with René has been a marriage in our minds. Yet, now, it is public. We cannot hide. We must retain being Out, Loud, and Proud. For us, “Loud” is not keeping our mouths shut. René has always been more verbal than I. I have kept my words, thoughts, and feelings clamped behind an iron brain. Iron rusts. I will have to concentrate on replacing it with platinum. If this can be attained, will worry rust and wash away?
A platinum brain is arbitrary. I would accept sapphire. Or, stainless steel. I already have stainless screws and plates in my foot and arm due to a car accident. A transistor, computer brain is what we all have. My attempts to learn how to make a proper use of computers has been ongoing for years. This adventure will be tested again and again. It is nonstop. It is my challenge to find routes around bad sectors. Routes do exist. The planes we traverse are multi-layered. I, myself, look forward to travelling through my mind’s waves. Life, itself, is a surprise. Planning is nice. Living is nicer. Being is nicest.
For me, “being” has always been a loaded word. A word full of good. A word to eradicate all that is bad for one’s mind’s potential. I will write that most are content “being no trouble”. That, in itself, is good. I do hope I can patch the rust I have in my personal Being.
Until now, I didn’t ever ponder the rust I have accrued. I am continually scraping and polishing. Maintenance is full-time. Capability is not considered. And, with that statement, I shan’t consider any more about this subject — for now.
Last night, René and I watched, and enjoyed, a broadcast of The MET Opera’s production of Verdi’s “Don Carlo”. Verdi wrote excellently for his characters. This story was believable. It is odd, and usual in humans, that belief, and friendship, is fickle. Opera is chock full of such characters. If flawed characters did not exist, would opera, itself, exist? Would any Art exist if humans were void of foibles? This evening, I would answer negatively. Art, it is said, exists to cleanse our minds. Art — The Arts — are the rust-remover I seek. They are platinum.
