Politics

Have not met, but keep hearing very good news about the new manager. Evil Manager is not out of my chain of command quite yet, so I'm told, but she won't be directly involved, and is planning to retire (no, she's not old) in about a year. So, keeping my head down, but harboring a small amount of hope. Still imagining her getting arrested, it helps.


I was pretty sure, or I wouldn't have mentioned it here, but not entirely certain I was in the Garden Tour. So I sent an email, got a reply back, and yes, officially on display a week from Saturday. Sent photos and description as well as the haiku.

Anyone know about bitters? There is a local guy brewing bitters, going to be at the Downtown Farmer's Market which opens this weekend. We will, of course, be there.

Last Sunday was the local Pride Festival Parade. Very local, we walk over the few blocks to the parade. Much larger this year, and after the earlier desperation with underlying tension, followed by last year's elation and palpable and emotional relief, this year was more relaxed. Same preponderance of corporate sponsorship stepped up, with a fair amount of swag, coupons and beads and even bags. A Sikh group were handing out bananas. One young man took a small bunch with so much joy, and Minion-level exuberance, bouncily taking them to friends across the street. We politely declined, neither of us wanting, nor in need of, bananas, and felt any lesser response after that would be nearly an insult.

Our preferred mayoral candidate was shaking hands along the route with a rainbow feathered boa around his neck. He looked quite fetching. Not the one with the sign on our lawn, that is another candidate better-than-incumbent. She was in our state legislature, at the time the only openly gay woman on the hill, so she was marching with a group in her candidate colors. Well, we've been attending our Neighborhood Council meetings, getting involved. Last one we got to hear them all speak. Old incumbent looks like a slightly more alive version of Keith Richards. The sort to do stuff, then wonder why no one likes his brilliant surprize solution. Another candidate seems to be running mostly to support our Preferred Candidate, and to say "fuck that guy" to the incumbent.

The local guys who fought for the Marriage Equality issue, run a stand, and got married at, the Downtown Farmer's Market. There was a float from the DFM, rather nice one. A few creatively dressed bagpipers, which makes any parade worthwhile for us. A lovely clear, coolish day, so we saw more of the parade than formerly. I realized I should have brought the camera, old habits, though. I tend not to, out of not wanting to cause discomfort. Really have to get over that, no longer appropriate.


Moby and Eleanor have been sleeping on our bed, for the first time in a very, very long time. Together. Even at night, with both of us there as well.