September 4th, 2010

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Chrolli marathon and wedding

Friday: Woke at 10:00 a.m.  Went to watch marathon.  Except for wheeling into the kitchen once in a while for food, and going to take a quick sponge bath, I stayed watching it up through midnight.  So much fun to cheer on Christian and Olli with other people.  The wedding rocked.  I loved the vows they'd made up and said to each other.  I can't believe I stayed mostly in the wheelchair for that many hours.  Not that I haven't been sitting up in the recliner, but it's a long time to be in a wheelchair.  I'll probably log in on the laptop on Monday, so I can prop my foot up on the hassock.  I get the plaster cast off next Friday.

Saturday: I watched the wedding on Ichglotzutube.  I'm sure I'll watch it many more times.  The first scenes of the episode were of the evening before the wedding.  Gregor called to say Luise was in labor, so they'd miss the wedding.  I wished that they somehow could have gotten Gregor for that.  It would have been wonderful.  Everyone in the flatshare -- and it's a full house -- had pizza.  Olli was feeding Christian ice cream when the younger of the von Lahnstein women showed up to take "the bride" off to Konigsbrunn.  Apparently they had no problem deciding Olli was the bride.  I found their concepts rather insulting.  Neither Christian nor Olli are "the woman" in the relationship.  Olli is the more emotionally expressive of the two, or at least he started out being more emotionally expressive, but he's very much a man.  I think it was the way Olli was forced into a heteronormative "female" role that bothered me.

Olli took his kidnapping gracefully, drinking champagne(?) with the women and only wishing Christian was there.  Christian, meanwhile, was drinking beer with Andi and Constantin, who were saying he was losing his freedom.  Christian didn't see it that way.  He said he was marrying the man of his life.

The next morning, Christian thought he'd overslept.  Christian, Andi, and Constantin were running around in their boxers, trying to get Christian's stuff and get him ready.  I appreciated the view.  Some of the wedding preparations and the start of the wedding itself was played for comedy, but the wedding settled down into more seriousness, and sweetness.  I didn't mind parts of Christian and Olli trying to get ready for the wedding as humor when Andi and Rebecca also were comic relief.  Christian as the nervous groom waiting for the other groom was cute.

Henriette came, and Olli was saying that he loved Christian, and there was no way she'd stop the wedding.  Henriette said she just wanted Olli to be happy, and it was easy to see that Christian made him happy.  She even said she didn't care what the neighbors thought.

Christian and Olli's vows to each other were beautiful.  Both were very eager to say yes.  They are the sweetest couple.  Their sincerity and love just shone through.  I was very happy to see them get married.   
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Thursday real life

N.F. picked me up to take me to garden club.  She picked M.P. up as well.  She parked very close to the curb at the hall where we meet, so it was tough to get up there, but I made it.  The ladies came over to say hi, and I explained several times about stepping in a hole in a lawn and falling sideways.  D.M. sat next to me.  She's very friendly, and interested in hearing about my roses.  She became a member last year.  The meeting went pretty quickly.  I sat with D.M., P.A., and B. for lunch.  E.M. got me orange and spice tea.  I recognized the packaging on the tea bag, so I could pick it out from a distance.  I'd brought a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, an egg, and a few grapes, so I was actually trying for nutrition.

There are always nuts and Ghiradelli chocolate squares in glass serving boats on the table.  I had some nuts and a chocolate square.  D.M. had thought she was to be the hostess, and had brought strawberries and blueberries.  They were really good.  I made a trip to the rest room -- G.C. stood outside and waited to see if I needed help, but it was handicapped-accessible, and I managed.  I went back to the seat I'd sat in for the meeting, then saw that J.C., who was actually the hostess for that month, was bringing cake around.  It was mint chocolate chip ice cream cake, with a layer of Oreo crumbs and nuts.  I figured it would only be polite to eat it, since J.C. had put a piece at my place.  Also, my willpower is not that great.  I figured I'd eat better on Friday and Saturday.

There was a master gardener for the program, which was on flower arrangement.  She used chrysanthemums for a couple of arrangements, with German statice for a filler flower.  I had thought that flower was called statice, but you never see it labeled in the store.  She's also a master rosarian, and had brought a few roses around.  She passed around 'Double Delight', which I'm very familar with and have tried to grow a couple of times, and 'Sheila's Perfume'.  I'd heard of 'Sheila's Perfume', of course, but never had the chance to smell it.  It has a very nice, strong fragrance, as advertised.

There was a raffle for the arrangements, and the presenter didn't want to have to take any of the flowers and greens home, so there was really a lot raffled.  D.S. chose the roses to take home when her ticket was drawn.  I took home some statice and a couple of aucuba branches.  Apparently, I'm one of the few people in garden club who isn't already growing aucuba.  It looks like I still won't be, because I put it in the sink, to save for getting cuttings from, and Mom put it out on the front porch.  Dad put the bottle of rooting hormone on the tray table by my recliner, but I said it wasn't like I was going to do cuttings sitting in the recliner.  I'm not even sure where the container of statice ended up.

I finished up an editing job that night, and eventually went to bed.  As I noted in a post below, I watched the Chrolli marathon all day Friday.  The cleaning lady was there and wanting to talk to me while the wedding was on, and I didn't think she'd be thrilled to see the content of the show, but she never actually looked at the computer screen.  It wasn't like she needed any directions, just that she wanted to talk about her fibromyalgia.  I told her that it was an exciting episode, and we talked after the wedding.
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Saturday real life

I'm not sure when I finally got to sleep Friday night/Saturday morning, but it must have been after three-thirty.  When the Chrolli marathon ended, some of us stayed up to chat for a couple more hours.  Mom started trying to wake me at nine-thirty or ten, but I just made little protesting moaning noises.  I don't know how she hasn't realized by then that that's a "No."  My brother J. came around ten-thirty.  I managed to say hello before going back to sleep.  He'd promised last time we'd spoken to stay until after I woke up, which I did at noon.  He had come to help Dad with various outside chores like fixing the gutters.

We had lunch, and then J. showed me the book for his "Social Work with Gay and Lesbian Clients" course.  I skimmed through it, and read bits of the chapter on working with bisexual clients.  There was a part with the topic of substance abuse in the chapters about gay men.  Crystal meth was specifically selected out for its own several paragraphs of mention of it as a very popular drug, the reasons for its popularity, and a little about counseling clients with an addiction to that drug.  What I read in general of the summaries of various issues seemed reasonable enough.  He said that I could borrow the book when his class was done.

J. had a brainstorm about what he wanted to do his cultural immersion assignment on.  He'd seen many AA meetings -- I suppose with the mental hospital patients? -- and wanted to go to a specifically gay-friendly one.  The professor shot that idea down.  I could see why there would be privacy issues there.  J. wasn't sounding like he'd want to come up to meet students from the GLBT organization of [local university].  I was disappointed, but he said he'd probably rather do something fast in Baltimore than drive up to the Philadelphia suburbs to have his cultural immersion.  He'd gotten a lot of leads of organizations and activities in the Baltimore area.

He said he was the only straight male in the class.  Social work has mostly women in the classes, anyway.  The professor outed himself in the first class, as did many of the lesbians in the part of the class when you introduce yourself.  J. said that the only other male student didn't say he was gay, but that he was flaming.  "He set my gaydar off," J. told me.  He said that even the women who didn't specifically out themselves were butch and had short hair.  He's kind of going by stereotypes, but I don't see why the class wouldn't be popular with lesbian social-workers-to-be.  He's known as the male mental health aide the girls trust on the girls' trauma unit of the mental hospital, so he'll probably find somewhat of a similar role in the class.  From what I've seen, college-age lesbians don't tend to be as angry now as the students of a generation or two ago were.  We'll see what ignorant things he says in the class, or confesses to saying.  I'm sure the professor and the other students will correct him as needed, but he can probably just think generally about what I would or wouldn't want to hear.

I hadn't realized he hadn't yet seen my cast.  We'd talked on the phone so many times over the last few weeks, somehow I thought I'd seen him since I'd broken my ankle.  I guess we were last down there in June or the earlier part of July.  I'd certainly told him all about it.

I went upstairs to take my shower, since there's more time for that on a weekend.  It's still lovely to be able to really wash my hair.  I'm very much immobilized with the leg with the cast hanging out of the tub, but I can balance enough on the shower stool to wash my good leg and the rest of me.  I still managed to get myself up to a standing position by pushing up with my arms off the edge of the tub, though I hadn't officially done exercises in a couple of days.  I figured all that walking with the walker on Thursday had given me a fair amount of exercise.  I've done one round of exercises so far today.  My arms seem to keep getting stronger and stronger.  I don't think I really had to stop to rest in pulling myself up the stairs.

I had Golden Jasmine tea with lunch.  I think I've tried nearly all the kinds of flowering tea there are from that company, with only a couple left I haven't tasted yet.  I'd gotten more of some of the kinds I liked very much.  The company included their entire product list with the shipment, plus throwing in an apricot granola bar and a coupon for ten percent off my next purchase.  I think I'm good for quite a while as far as flowering tea goes.  The Golden Jasmine was good.  It's a black tea, with the flower ball opening up to release a string of jasmine blossoms, so it was pretty, too.

I have a few things to edit and proof, and I'll rewatch the soap operas of this past week.  I don't especially have any other plans for the day.

A. and I talked -- what else -- Chrolli, and he sent me some pictures from the Gays of Our Lives event.  He had some pictures of himself with Jo, and him in a Chrolli sandwich.  I asked for those, and for the pictures of Thore right after I'd given him a glowstick.  I'm not in the picture, but I know the timing of it.  Good times.

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catching up - AWZ Thursday

There was a lot going on with DeRo in Thursday's episode.  Deniz and Roman spent twenty-four hours in bed having make-up sex, which explains why they were nowhere to be seen on Wednesday.  Florian finally dared to knock and come in, with the keys to the new Wild flat.  Deniz didn't tell the Wilds to stay.  They packed.  Annette and Vanessa saw the moving van, and split up, Vanessa to talk to Deniz and Annette to talk to Roman.  Just when Florian and Roman came to get the final thing, the couch, Deniz brought in roses behind his back, then gave them to Roman one at a time.  One rose was called "Stay here," another "chicken" because Deniz had been too chicken to ask Roman to stay, and the third called "I love you."

Florian watched, incredulous and biting on a couch pillow.  As Deniz and Roman went to kiss, he threw the pillow down and yelled that they could have done that before the Wilds had moved out.  Deniz and Roman simultanously told him to shut up, then did a little noserub and kissed.  The Eskimo kisses are back.