First Grade

Just Another Wednesday...

but a few things to report. First, as this is JingXia's last week here, she is apparently feeling compelled to cook enough to last us through the winter. Here is a little Chinese Sandwich *sweet rice cake* i'm eating for a light supper. She's made 3,747 more of these and putting them in the freezer. For us. Because, you know, we both hate to cook and all. We're thinking of buying a factory for her next year.



In other news, my manscaping project is coming along, dunno how nicely though. I've decided for this winter, i will keep my head SHAVED, while letting my beard grow into a big Grizzly Adams Bear Affair. Just for a change of pace. It is itchy.



Steven gets to go to Taliesin West on Friday, after he wraps up his week in Phoenix. I hope he takes lots of very, very detailed pictures.

I am deep into watery eyes, drippy throat, coughing, mouth-breathing right now. Taking nyquil for night #2 now. I hope it ends tomorrow; keep your fingers crossed for me!

What else? OH! We had 4" of snow today! Happy happy, joy joy.

A Month of Octobers

A Day of Birth
A Wunderbar Dinner of Danish Meatballs
A Sea of Leaves
A New Kitchen Aid mixer
A New Nigella Lawson breadbox
Our tomatoes are still prolific
And my new kitchen.
And, a man who will cook recipes from Elle Decor.
Wow
How lucky can one man be?
Shall I cast my fate to the wind?
Thanks Mister.

Goodbye City Life?

That was easy. Click on the title above.

"Green Acres" by Vic Mizzy*

Green acres is the place for me.
Farm livin' is the life for me.
Land spreadin' out so far and wide
Keep Manhattan, just give me that countryside.

New York is where I'd rather stay.
I get allergic smelling hay.
I just adore a penthouse view.
Dah-ling I love you but give me Park Avenue.

...The chores.
...The stores.
...Fresh air.
...Times Square

You are my wife.
Good bye, city life.
Green Acres we are there.

* I tried to explain the name of this blog to Steven, and this is the best I can come up with. Someday, I'll figure out how to post a song.

I Just Adore a Penthouse View

Even Audio Posts...How Techie can I be?

Getting my therapy on?

Are blogs like therapy? I know they are like exhibitionism, narcissism, and voyeurism all rolled into one big yeasty mess--but that's another post for another day. But I suppose if blogs help you get things off your chest, they are definitely therapeutic. This lady is JingXia, Steven's Mom, who has been living with us for nine months now. I love her to death, but I can't communicate with her (she doesn't speak English), and right now she is cooking like crazy. I love her cooking, but it is a bit heavy too often, and right now while i'm painting the house, it is killing me to share my new paint smell with her Chinese/fried/stew smells. Well, her heart is in the right place...and she really only seems to be here to serve, doing our laundry, all the cooking, sweeping the driveway everyday, all kinds of things to take care of us. But goddamn i wish i could communicate with her. We can't seem to get through to her that we'll never sell this house if it always smells like a chinese restaurant in here. People like to go out for that, not live in it. Well, I have to remember that most of all, I'm glad she is at a point in her life that she can spend time with her son, Steven--it really is a gift. I have to just keep telling myself that this house WILL sell and that sometime soon we WILL have a fabulous VIKING range with an INDUSTRIAL ventilator above, to suck all my petty feelings away. 

And hence the title of the blog: Green Acres is the Place for Me!

Farm workin' is the life for me. This is Windy Hills Farm, an old dairy facility that has been converted to a horse farm and the offices of Hilferty. A renowned museum exhibits planning and design company, i'll be going to work there in 12 short days. Check them out: www.hilferty.com

 

No hair is really best for me...

Well, at least very little hair. Thanks to all the Walters in my family, i'd be a donut head if i let my hair get any longer than this. Posting this lovely pic so i can copy and paste its URL to make my profile picture. Glad to know all this you say? 

Tai Chi qi gong, not cerebral palsey

And that's Trotsky, my 13 year old dog behind me. Steven has taught me many things, including the beauty of acupuncture and tai chi. Ok, sincerity and clarity just called and said i need to write more about Steven. Bye for now. 

Is it time for me to write?

Jesus Christ, it's the end of xmas 2005, and i find myself creating a blog because i want to respond to a post from some one that I guess i have a "blog crush" on. A great guy, healthy, sane, and smart, carrying around familial baggage that brings him down (we all have that dude, at the risk of sounding insensitive, move along). I'm gay and feel like I have dealt with it all from my family--alot of good and alot of bad.

Also, I'm moving to Ohio in the dead of winter, in a week and a half, and find myself prone--again--to self reflection and wondering why, where, what, etc..

I count myself as a lucky one...I am healthy, happy, have a committed partner who loves me, a good career, etc. And who in the world doesn't need to write and process what happens to them and make it something for the world to see, complete strangers even?

Well, who knows. Maybe i'll continue with this thing.