September 12th, 2010

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Saturday night

I was ready at 8:00 p.m. Saturday for the Chrolli "book club."  A few of us chatted for a while as others joined us.  I made a trip away from the keyboard -- all that green tea doing its thing -- and when I got back, the video stream had started.  I'd just about memorized the clip with Olli carrying Christian over the threshhold, anyway.  Such a cute scene.  We saw all the subtitled scenes from the week, and I suggested we watch the Ichglotzgerman clip that hadn't been subtitled yet.  We filled in with our own interpretations of what the characters were saying.

A. played a clip from something-American-Teenager while he was downloading Friday's unsubtitled VL clip.  I wasn't especially following who the characters were, as I'd never watched it, but apparently there are a couple of gay teenagers in it.  It's good to see young people represented, and there are a lot of areas to explore there.

This past week was the week of Helena ordering hundreds of muffins, and I got hungry watching.  I went off into the kitchen for a muffin, did a few other things, and when I came back, another show was playing.  This one was called Century City, apparently.  Nothing I'd heard of, but the episode had a gay-related storyline.  (*spoilers*) It was a premise of picking out designer babies, and what babies would be rejected.  It was a court case about a doctor(?) or genetic profile person(?) not telling a couple that their baby would likely grow up to be gay.  I couldn't make this up, but the writers of the show seemed to have pretty good imaginations.  The trial brought a teenaged gay kid and his parents as witnesses.  The father said his child wasn't what he expected, but that he had grown as a person having a child, and that he loved his son very much.  It was kind of sweet.

A. seems to have clips from many different shows downloaded.  I'm curious to see what all we'll see from his collection.  Somebody last week was joking about watching gay pron.  Someone else protested that it had no plot.  Well, no.  I think the viewers have all seen gay pron, me from when I lived with T.B. and T.J. in college, and T.J. would watch it.  I was amazed at the athleticism of some of the moves.  "I didn't know you could do it sideways!" I said.  The guys shook their heads at my wonderment.

The other videos A. ran yesterday night were deepdarkmidnight's wedding kisses clips and 2glassgirl2's special wedding edition of Chrolli news.  I didn't know she'd come out of retirement to do a wedding video.  It was great, and made me realize how much I missed her "This Week in Chrolli News" videos.  She got a more challenging real life job, and doesn't have the time to do regular videos, but hers were classics of humor and observation.

We chatted for several hours after we finished watching videos.  It may turn into a real book club on nights when there hasn't been much of Chrolli during the week.  A. asked if there was any science fiction gay romance.  I recommended The Syndicate, which is up for free on Jules Jones' website (http://www.julesjones.com).  A. was interested that the premise was "computer geeks in space."  I have the impression that he and KC are both computer geeks.

I regretted that I hadn't remembered to put the flat pillow in the wheelchair.  I was probably moving just enough to avoid the preliminaries of any pressure sores, but I'll have to remember some cushioning next time.  Around 2:00 a.m., my bad leg was falling asleep, so I left the computer to unwrap it and put it up on the recliner.  I picked up for a little bit again with the chat using the laptop, then had to get some sleep.  I'll have to make sure I'm more comfortably settled next time, and get my bad leg propped up better and at a good angle.  I had the feeling that A. had gone off to go to sleep hours previously.  It was a good time.


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Sunday so far and rambling about flowers

I slept for about eight hours.  When I woke, I couldn't see the wheelchair anywhere, and the captain's chair was on the other side of the kitchen.  I headed to the bathroom to wash up, then left a message for Dad and got on the laptop.  Dad came home around 12:30 p.m., after stopping at a hardware store after church.  Of course he hadn't gotten my message.  He put the wheelchair by the steps into the kitchen, and I got up and had a muffin and cereal.  We got the muffins at the grocery store yesterday.  They're carrot marbled with cream cheese on top, and pretty moist.  I like them.  It's a semi-carrot cake flavor, and carrot cake is one of my favorite kinds of cake.

Mom called on my cell phone, which was in my walker bag (at the base of the steps), then called on the house phone.  I can't reach the house phone that's hung up on the wall of the kitchen, behind the table.  Dad got the call, and said Mom was very sorry she'd left me with no way of getting into the kitchen.  Dad said I could have sat down on the step and pulled myself up, but I said that I'd have had no way to get up again.  So, yes, I could have gotten onto the kitchen floor, but it wouldn't have worked for getting food. 

Dad helped with brunch by getting the cereal down off the top of the refrigerator, and reaching a few other things for me.  I can set the brakes of the wheelchair, stand up, grab something off a high shelf or high place, then end up sitting down rather hard.  I don't like doing it with glasses or ceramic plates or bowls.  So I had a very good brunch after all, once I did get into the kitchen.

I tried the Sunset Oolong tea today.  I'd apparently put it in upside-down, as I could see lily petals opening at the bottom of the tea flower.  The amaranth flower completely came apart, so there were bits of amaranth floating on top.  It was still pretty colorful, and had a good flavor.  I like oolong tea.  Bigelow has a "Chinese Fortune" oolong tea that's very good.  The taste gives you the feeling of being in a Chinese restaurant.  I saved the tea flower to steep again.  The lily flower even had stamens.  Well, lilies are quite edible.  People eat tiger lily bulbs.

Deer eat the buds, flowers and stalks of tiger lilies, which I'm bitter about.  I have a couple of good clumps of tiger lilies in the front yard, and haven't seen them bloom in the past two years, since they've been eaten right before they bloomed.  I'll have to put chicken wire around and on top of the lilies.  I grow some herbs for their edibility and flavoring, but mostly I grow garden plants for their flowers, fragrances, or the beauty of their leaves, like with the ferns.

I'm still pleased that the patchouli grew so well.  I'll have to see if I can sit outside the back door again soon, and enjoy my fragrant herbs.  I need to look and see if the basil is still around.  That's still in small pots, as it never got transplanted.  I'll see how much is left of it.  I got pretty good at making my own bruchetta.  It just takes basil, minced garlic cloves, tomatoes, and a bit of salt.  One time when I planted two seed packets of basil and they all came up, I was making pesto for weeks.  I like pesto on spaghetti.  It's a nice change from tomato sauce.

One plant that I don't dig up to use is the orris, or Florentine iris.  The dried rhizomes are supposed to smell like violets, and are used as a fixative in potpourri, but I like the flowers so much, I wouldn't dig up the roots.  The flowers are this lovely lavender-gray, and so delicate-looking compared to modern German iris.  I love the dark purple German iris I have, but I'm glad I found orris at the herb sale.

The mistflower (Eupatorium coelestinum -- I think) is blooming now.  It's also called wild ageratum because the flowers look much like ageratum flowers.  It's taller, though, and just blooms in the fall.  It's a flower native to North America, so it's scattered itself around the yard and does very well here.  I like how low-maintence (well, no maintenance) the wildflowers are.  At one time, I had both the white and the blue.  I definitely still have the blue.  I'm sure there are some white-flowered plants of it somewhere.  There was some under the apple trees, and between the quince tree and the winter honeysuckle.

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continuing Sunday

Well, it was very quiet when Dad left to do a little shopping at Wal-Mart.  A couple hours later, I was starting to wonder what had happened to him, but thought he might have gone to do other shopping.  He eventually got home and said he had locked his keys in the car, and walked home.  He didn't bother calling me, because I can't drive.  Mom is at work, an hour away.  It must have been a walk of a couple of miles.  Really, I can't figure out why he does the things he does.  I suppose walking home was the best option that occured in Dad-logic.  Now he wants to take my car there, leave it, and drive his car back.  I don't understand why he wants to do that, but I'm sure I don't want my car in the parking lot there all night, and probably all the next day.  Not that it's a particularly bad neighborhood, and not that I can drive my car, but I'd rather have it here.

Added in the afternoon: Dad is now watching football, so I'll head up to the kitchen soon for dinner, then into the living room to catch up on entire episodes of the soap operas.  Someone in last night's chat said that Ansgar was back.  Ansgar provides a lot of evil entertainment.  We'll see what he's up to now, but I'm hoping it will be sexing up Lydia sooner or later.  They have quite a lot of chemistry.

Added in the evening: Mom insisted on going to get my car, which I was glad about.  I have yet to start with the soap operas, but I wrote a note to Rantasmo, who does AfterElton's "Needs More Gay" feature, to say what a fangirl I am.  Giovanni's Room sent an e-mail announcement that S. Bear Bergman will be doing a reading of the book ze and Kate Bornstein wrote, at the William Way Center in Philadelphia.  I read Bergman's book Butch is a Noun a year or so ago, and really liked it.  I forwarded the Giovanni's Room message along to the mentor and the office minion of the GLBT group at [local university].  We'll see if there's interest.  I'm still sorry I missed Kate Bornstein's book reading at Giovanni's Room.  That must have been lively.  They've had all kinds of notable authors there.

Late evening: I decided to watch the Verbotene Liebe Chrolli wedding reception episode again, as you can see it in high quality on DasErste.  Such a great episode.  I was glad to have seen the subtitled clips, as I pretty much remembered what they'd said.  There were a lot of touching moments, but I love the end, where they ride off into the sunset.