He arrived scrawny from London, 120 lbs, ribs showing, a single piece of well worn luggage, one wheel with a mind of it’s own. He left today weighing in at 126 lbs, two heavy pieces of checked luggage. I am alone again and likely missing some clothing. TC is enroute to the great white north.
TC arrived like he’d just been round the corner shop to pick up a pasty. He flew in here, quickly put his touch on the place. yelled at me about various sundry items, used up an entire tube of toothpaste and enough body wash for a cub scout troop and growled as necessary. He is high maintenance, prickly and prone to breaking things. But well feed, a little alcohol and music from the 70’s and he curls up and starts purring again. A big outing was a walk to the local grocer. In under 2 minutes, we resume life as a semi-married couple.
I bitch n’ complain about the gay world (which seems to be a popular theme). Mainly, though, I don’t wanna know. La La La La. I enjoy living my life inside my gated community. I want to be blissfully unaware of the happenings, deeds and wackiness that seems to be run rampant. I am a peace in bed with my head buried in TC’s back and a sheet over my hand. I just don’t wanna know.
A busy next couple of weeks as I fire myself up. I’m airborne again Tuesday. I have a serious family topic to write about, but shall save that for tomorrow. For now, it shall remain silent.