It was a hot day today (93 degrees) and I foolishly waited until 12:30 pm to begin a long walk around Lost Tree Village, the gated community where R's mother and her husband live. This highly manicured landscape shows what can happen when anal compulsivity meets Community Association. While undeniably lovely for walking I've begun to think of it as Ground Zero in the fight against income inequality.
Dinner was a Russell special -- rotisserie chicken with various salads and condiments a la Publix (the local grocery store chain). Dinner was followed by more stitching and yet another failed attempt at television watching (some people just don't learn!).
Ready to get on the boat tomorrow where I can stop being the "plus one" of "my gay son" and become, once again, just one half of that "older gay couple". Better? Worse? Not sure. Seems like I am having issues with my sexuality this evening. Ah homosexuality-- it's the gift that just keeps on giving!