The story so far... PreludeMon Jul 21Tue Jul 22Wed Jul 23Thu Jul 24 (part 1)H and I departed on the first leg of the trip. We sang physics songs:"A hundred atomic bombs on the wall,A hundred atomic bombs!If one of those bombs should happen to fall--"That's the end of the song. I didn't know any more physics…
The story so far... PreludeMon Jul 21Tue Jul 22Wed Jul 23We had agreed to wake up at about 7AM on Thursday to get an early start on the day. As she was falling asleep, H amended that to 7:30. I could tell she was tired.I woke up at about 7AM, but I didn't have the heart to…
The story so far... PreludeMon Jul 21Tue Jul 22 The iPod was freshly programmed, the trailer hitch and accessories were installed. All that remained was for H to arrive. The plan was for her to come to my place on Wednesday evening and spend the night so we could get an early start on Thursday.To explain what…
The story so far... Prelude Mon Jul 21 This is the day I had an appointment with my car dealer to install the trailer hitch and wiring harness on my vehicle. I'd already pre-ordered the parts, and made sure they'd arrived before I brought in my car. I took my car to the dealer early in the…
The story so far... Prelude Monday, I go to work as usual.On OkCupid, they ask a question for the profile: name six things you can't do without. I've noticed that about a third of the responses to this question include "my iPod." This includes me. When I saw how common that response was, I thought about removing…
I have a friend who works as an actress at Renaissance Faires. ("Excuse me. I'm not an actress. I'm a performer.") OK, I have a friend who's a performer at Renaissance Faires. Let's call her H.H was at a Ren Faire in Texas last April, working with her touring partner. The two of them had a disagreement. …
I was going to entitle this post “What polyamory means to me,” but I thought that sounded too much like a grade-school essay: “What democracy means to me,” “What America means to me,” “What freedom means to me.” Perhaps we can consider this post as one of a series that I started forty years ago in elementary school.
From the title, you probably think this post is going to be about romance and candlelight and kisses. Nope!
(I suggest you read Parts I and II before reading this post. But you don’t have to. I’m not the boss of you.)
I’m writing this post the next day, after the seder.
It’s the night before the night before Passover, as I discussed in my previous journal post. I’ll spend most of tomorrow preparing the meal, so that I can be ready to actually cook it the following day.