We have joked about our row of condos calling it rainbow ridge because all but two of the six units are gay owned and occupied. Dorothy (Sam) lives in the first unit. She is a lesbian. Philippe from New York is gay and lives in the second one. Ricky and I live in the third. Cody and Cameron just got married and live in the fifth one. But sadly they are moving away to a house their dad helped them buy. Then there is gay allies Christina and her son Hudson (still in high school) who live in unit 4. The end unit is the only variant, Scott and his wife and son. They are Trumpsters. Well, maybe not the son. I hope not cause he is cute …lol.
Anyways Jon and his husband came over for a cocktail party and then he made this picture of the ridge. It’s awesome.
We call it the ridge because we are on higher ground than the rest of the complex. Plus we face a huge lawn which slopes down to the clubhouse. It’s an easy walk to happy hour.
I hope we can replace Cody and Cameron with more gays our gay allies. We can’t do much about Scott but at least he keeps to himself. I never see his wife anymore. Did she leave him? Is she locked away in there? The mind is quick to imagine the worst.
At any rate we have a nice little community and for once we have friendly neighbors. That’s a good thing.
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There has been some excitement the past few days. Our centurion fell and banged himself up pretty badly. His ninety year old gay neighbor took him to urgent care to get patched up. He will be a hundred sometime this year. We need to keep him safe.
Also another gay neighbor went to the hospital with a heart attack. He had surgery for some blockage and I am happy to hear he is recovering nicely.. They posted on Facebook.
Tragedy comes in threes so this should be the last of it. Fingers crossed.
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