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deliverance

waiting for captain wee-bladder.

xenohomo arrived around 11am at the house. We did a quick check to make sure we didn’t forget anything and departed caravan style on our 4 hour journey to the wilds of southwest Missouri.

mojobear rode with Neel for the first leg of the journey, switching out with babybear when we stopped for lunch in some tiny town for lunch.

We snarfed down what was to be our last commercial meal, (Burger King), and discussed how Nylon is made.

We made it to Cactus Canyon by about 3:30 and set up camp, leaving the rest of the evening to get our fires going and meet our neighbors.

Cactus Canyon is a homo-friendly, clothing optional campground approximately 20 minutes outside of another tiny town.

In these outlaying areas of the backwoods of Missouri, you pretty much can plot your way by proximity to a WalMart. Cactus Canyon is about a 25 minute drive to the nearest one.

A few of the board members of the Driller Bears, (the hosts for the weekend), who had arrived early to set up spent the evening by our campsite socializing and sharing stories.

I sipped Shiraz and began my technology withdrawal.

I wasn’t not-blogging.

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the fall of 2003

burning time

Atypical Sundays… I’ll grab my domestic god trident, stay in my jammys all day, run the vacuum, do the laundry and call my parents.

Only during the cooler months does this regimen change.

Autumn has finally arrived. Without question, my favorite time of year.

Psychologically speaking – it’s a time of year when I feel recharged and optimistic. I suppose those feelings would be better suited for the “renewal” of Spring-time. Maybe it’s some genetic memory encoded deep within my being that is celebrating the Harvest? I’m not about to lock myself into a sensory depravation tank to find out, for fear I’ll turn into a monkey.

mojobear spent the better part of the day giddily running around the yard with his birthday present sucking up pine cones and terrorizing squirrels.praying mantis Babybear, who normally has Sundays off, had to work today. He returned home and took turns between helping me inside and Kevin outside. I was sorting through a pile of boxers when he darted in and nabbed the digital and ran back outside. It seemed a praying mantis has taken up residence in our carport and he wanted a photo.

The mantis has already put on her fall colors. Seeing her makes me smile, because though she’s just a little early, her outfit will soon compliment and blend into the fiery foliage to come.

We covet our Sunday nights in the cooler months. We’ll sometimes invite friends over, sometimes not. What is constant is the fire. If available, we’ll enjoy a bottle of good red wine or some warmed sake and stay outside until the fire and we are exhausted and ready for bed.

This was the first fire-ritual sunday of 2003… And at the new house.

 

Everyone has some sort of ritual – continuity is comforting.

If I maintained a blog, I’d probably get squishy by trying to articulate why this evening is so important to me.

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cheesy music

had’s great distraction, music – mine,… cheese

The Virgin Music Store… Nothing virginal about it. The place smacks of seasoned tune peddling – and oh boy – they’re good at it.

Babybear was lost for about two hours. I scanned the DVDs and Books – and picked up a few things:
DVDs = Crash (the NC-17 version) and The City of Lost Children
BOOKS = Augusten Burroughs’ “Running with Scissors”.

I couldn’t tell you what all Chad bought – he finally surfaced with arms full of discs and a distinctly giddy expression on his face. I can tell you though that our tab-out made my little romps at Sony and Timberland look like amateur hour.

Stopped by boutique called H20 and picked up some mint scented body stuff.. It was a little silly standing there, waxing masculine, and asking which body scrub had alpha-hydroxy acids in them.

Hungry – we took the H20 girls’ advice and hit Giordano’s for lunch for some Chicago style pizza. They call it pizza but it’s really more like a cheese pie – and quite possibly the most decadent thing I’ve ever stuck in my mouth. Any residual apathy we had from last night’s bar excursion melted away in the cheesy goodness and we were soon back at the hotel suffering from a serious case of dairy-comma.

Staying in tonight… We’ve been going non stop since we got here. (and before).

Considering turning on the television. (gasp)… Anything is better than blogging.

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Fromagegogo

Oh sure, make the hippy hippie girl dance on dairy!

The morning started with brunch at Uncle Bill’s Pancakes with Julie & Beau. Enjoyed a huge plate of corned beef hash. (“Hash” could quite possibly be one of my favorite food groups outside of the “gummy” group… Oh yeah.. And the cheese group).

Sent her on her way to the airport with hugs, kisses and promises to come up and visit soon.

Julie’s folks from KC drove in last night to visit so we let them have “family time” and flew solo.

Friend Neel, LJ newbie, xenohomo, asked us to come visit him while working a charity event at Whole Foods. (As if needing cheese wasn’t a good enough excuse to go there!). 5% of all sales during the even went to local AIDS charities.

The store was peppered with “go-go” stations, 60-era music pumping, and a variety of guys and galls in period-dress shaking their money makers between the isles.

There was something smugly ironic about the recreation of this iconoclastic decade in such an well-branded, yuppie store.

Nevertheless… I heard Nancy Sinatra and it suddenly made me feel good about buying organic.

We left with nearly 30 dollars worth of cheese and a basket of other exotic goodies like milk in glass bottles.

I thank God every day that I’m not lactose intolerant.

I thank Buddha that I’m not blogging.