June 23rd, 2002

Roman

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I'm watching the tape. So far there is sound. I worried that maybe something had gone wrong and there wouldn't be any at all. I haven't gotten to the beginning of the show yet (audience settling in) so don't know about the color, the lighting. I hope it's a little better but don't expect much.
Roman

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I can't tell if the lighting is better or not. THis is just as well, though, because if there were a big difference it would be harder to blend the two performances. It isn't meant to be the greatest quality anyway. Still, I wish I had a professional camera, or at least a digital.
Roman

This week

Flylady says this is master bedroom-bath-closet week. hmmm. Closet. Sounds good. I do want to finish transferring stuff to the new shelf in the other bath and cleaning the floor, rearranging some things in there. But then the closet in my bedroom. And the sink there. Yes.
Roman

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For a while there, I couldn't get into livejournal at all. At least now I can get to the update page (I'm one whose client is not functioning right now).

The sound was there all the way through on last night's tape.

I am dressed, I have found a smallish hike to do on the ocean in Pismo Beach (Pirate's Cove).

My bed sheets are changed. Simba makes it quite a challenge. He first settles on the bed, then when I move him he tears into the sheets, goes under them grabs them from me. It is funny, really. This time I made him into the bed and he couldn't find the right way out. He finally powered his way out the side, pulling out the tucks.

It's worth changing them because of the fur alone. It accumulates on the sheets and pillow cases. One thing's sure: whatever man I invite into my bed next needs to be cool with cats. And no allergies. I don't see that one on the matching criteria, the allergy one. For me, it's big because I do kick up dust in the house (in spite of a hepa-filtered vacuum and an air cleaner) and I do have these critters.

I circled several ads in New Times today. After my hike I'll call one, leave a message on the voice mail. I am making that announcement here so I will do it.

That thing on my leg was - is - a rash, all right. It is healing the way a poison oak rash would heal, drying up. Maybe it was some kind of relative that was there in the desert. Having the rash made me think of these folks who go deep into jungles and other remote places and get bitten and poked and infected and have really limited resources. So they swell up and are uncomfortable and everything gets worse day after day. I suppose I could handle it if I were committed enough to what I was there for. But it makes me glad I don't have to handle it that way. I can take one problem at a time, usually. FIx it, move on.
Roman

Fog in Pirate's Cove

I hiked into Pirate's Cove this morning. Not a long hike. Nude beach. I would have thought that the blossoming of homes on top of the cliffs would have caused people to stop baring themselves here but that's not so. I saw about seven nude bods lying flat, on backs or fronts, all male. One guy was up wandering the beach, talking to folks, everything hanging out. No young studs frolicking and ejaculating in the surf, as Burroughs would have liked. I was decent about camera use, didn't shoot any of them, although I admit it looks kinda funny and I was tempted.

There was fog wisping around when I got there, most went away later. Beautiful day, if a bit cool for sunbathing. I met a guy on the beach from Palm Springs, had come over to see if he could afford anything here (he couldn't; said the homes are more expensive than they are in PS; which I knew). That conversation didnt go anywhere (for me) but we had it. I had a conversation with a strange guy about my age, and that was good! I mean, strange only because I didn't know him. There's hope for me, maybe.

I'm having a latte at a Shell Beach cybercafe. Time to cut out, sit a while. Not in front of a computer.
Roman

closet

I took all the clothes out of my closet and washed the floor under them, took out the shoe holder. I put a lot of the clothes in a giveaway bag, ready to go, and sorted the rest. It's a very small closet so this is a temp solution. I figure I will have more clothes as time goes on, less to give away.

It's certainly an improvement in looks and function.
Roman

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I haven't called one of the personal ad numbers yet.

The whole getting-to-know-you phase is hard. I hear stories of initial excitement and rush and so on but I think this is for adolescents. It isn't likely for me. But what is possible is a mutual understanding, a kind of synch. I feel like it will be so hard to find. I'm no simple person. I am nice, I care about others, but I am opinionated, sure of myself, passionate, also unsure of myself...

I contradict myself. Very well, I contradict myself.