We have a hummingbird nest right outside our front door. She has built a nest in a potted miniature pomegranate tree. It seems awfully exposed. But she is unafraid.

We have a hummingbird nest right outside our front door. She has built a nest in a potted miniature pomegranate tree. It seems awfully exposed. But she is unafraid.

On Saturday we were invited to another couple’s home for cocktails. They live in the complex. It is nice to have friends who are neighbors. We met them a few weeks back at the clubhouse happy hour.
Jon is from England and his husband Gonzalo is from Spain. They threw the Spanish themed party I wrote about. Anyway, this was a chance to get acquainted without all the commotion of a party going on.
We shared stories of how we met our partners. We talked about our families. We talked about work. They both still work. We discussed what we did before retirement. The usual getting to know you type conversations
We also shared a little gossip about the other neighbors. That’s always the fun part. Turns out they really don’t like the happy hours at the clubhouse either. It’s not a welcoming environment. People are generally cliquey and unresponsive to new people. The loose interpretation is homophobic Trumpsters. But we are not giving up on it totally.
At the last happy hour we set up our own table and chairs and formed our own clique. Some who are gay allies, stop by and said hello. There is safety in numbers so we agreed to coordinate any return visits.
And we are trying to be friendly with the neighbors. Maybe if they see us enough they will come around. We need to plan a gay event and see what happens. Could be fun or they could resent us more. Nothing ventured nothing gained. We shall see.
Anyway, we have new neighborhood friends in Jon and Gonzalo. That makes me smile.
It has been a week. On Monday I got a bill for medical supplies the insurance didn’t pay for. Then Tuesday I got food poisoning and stayed in bed all day Wednesday after a night on white porcelain. Then Thursday I had a blood draw only to come out to a dead car battery. Thank goodness for AAA.
I am afraid to say what else could happen. On a high note it is pride weekend in Cat City. Truly a maller event as these things go but it is the first of the season. A few goings on in front of city hall and a celebration at Agua Caliente on Sunday as they sponsor the infamous bed races. It should be a good time.

Oh and David Archuleta is headlining a show on Saturday. He is a former American Idol contestant who came out recently to the chagrin of his Mormon family.

Side note, after several phone calls I think I got the insurance payment straightened out. It was “a billing error.”
Today is take the car for an oil change day. Since we only have one vehicle it means scheduling a day with the neighbor so we can drop it off and pick it up later. When you retire, everything is painful. It’s not like we don’t have all the time in the world, but it somehow feels restricting. It’s a doctor’s visit for the car.
It should be done by noon. Then we can go to lunch and enjoy the afternoon. I’ve been contemplating swimming this morning or perhaps some yoga. But so far all I have done is drink coffee and watch the news.
The darn president came on with a special report on the war in Iran. This has been concerning. This administration has gotten us in a pickle and the end and outcome seem uncertain. Is it the end of the world?
Okay enough for now my head is spinning.
I read an article this morning about loneliness. It was an interesting take about people who seem socially active but are still lonely. Their social persona is fake. They are playing a role and are hiding behind it. They are not being their true self out of fear of rejection.
I’m not totally explaining this right but the concept is that we are not sharing ourselves as we would be at home in our comfy clothes on a Sunday afternoon relaxing on the coach watch amour favorite movie or tv show for the seventh or eighth time.
Kind of sounds like gay people who live a double life in the closet. Interesting but not surprising that this form of loneliness does not just exist in our gay world.
I am not an expert by any means but it got me thinking about my own loneliness. Yes, you can be surrounded by people and still feel left out and alone. Thankfully I do not become sad and depressed. I deal with it in my own way.
Sometimes “I want to be alone.” Marlene Dietrich is credited with this line whether she actually said it or not she lived it.
“Marlene Dietrich spent the final 11 to 13 years of her life (approx. 1979–1992) as a secluded recluse in her Paris apartment at 12 Avenue Montaigne. Following a successful career, she became bedridden, relying on painkillers and alcohol while avoiding public view. She maintained contact only with a select few, dying alone in 1992.”
While I am not planning on becoming a recluse, I do enjoy being alone sometimes. Having a partner who is also retired has made these moments few and far between. I make them by getting up early or staying home while he goes to the store. I love those early mornings.
One of my faults as it were is I am not keen on affection. This has resulted in a friendship style marriage. The intimacy is awkward or non-existent. There I said it. I know it is my fault. I am not sure how to overcome it. Now that I am on so many medications the sex drive is very limited. While I feel excited sometimes I cannot show it outwardly and act on it anymore. ED etc.
Why am I going down this rabbit hole. I think because it is related to the lonely persona. I am hiding my true feelings and needs out of fear of rejection. It is an unreal fear to be sure because my husband loves me unconditionally.
Don’t worry about me I am just brain dumping right now. We are planning a trip into the city on Friday. A gay night out. Maybe that will break the solitude.














This month has flown by so quickly. Not a lot happening. I’ve been to several happy hours at the clubhouse. One was for Valentine’s Day. We celebrated a neighborhood’s birthday on the 12th and tonight we are having a small dinner party for another.
There have been the usual struggles with insurance. The latest is a rejection of my CPAP supplies claim. Now I have to visit the doctor and get an approval sent in to the carrier. Since I changed insurance everything requires a prior authorization. I suppose I went through this with the last company as well, but it never gets easier.
Spring is in the air for a day or two, hopefully longer. While I know the mountains need the snow, I am not a fan of rain and wind. I prefer bright sunshine.
We have no plans in the near future for any trips. Our new friend from South Carolina is coming to visit in late March. It should be nice weather by then.
I had an echocardiogram yesterday. Just routine, unless they see something a miss.
The world is as insane as ever. The news had one glimmer of hope today, the supreme court shot down the tariffs.
I lead a simple life …
Yesterday and today I spent some time scrubbing baseboards. I don’t think it has been done fully in four years. The first day I did the ones that were exposed. Today I moved furniture to get them all, in the great room at least.*

It really reminds me of “Mommie Dearest”, down on my hands and knees with a tooth brush and rag, spraying them with 409. Of course, Christina was scrubbing a tile floor with a can of comet cleanser and a tooth brush and she wasn’t 65 years old trying to get up and down.

Yep! I am that bored. Maybe this afternoon we will do something fun after lunch.
*I found more broken glass under the TV.
We spent the morning scrubbing the floors and the area rug in the living room. This was the result of me stepping on a glass fragment and cutting my foot. A few weeks ago Ricky dropped several votive candles on the floor in an attempt to move them from the coffee table to the dining table.
It was kind of a strange accident. I’m usually the one breaking things. And just a few days earlier he dropped a water glass on the floor in the kitchen. I was more concerned with him and his new lack of coordination than the item which can be easily replaced.
Anyway, no more incidents till my bleeding foot this morning. Hopefully all the glass is cleaned up. We even moved the coach. What a mess we found underneath. We probably need to add this to our cleaning routine. Once every three years is too long a wait. Granted the cat used to lose things under there and he has been gone about that long.
I know this cleaning is a boring subject so here are some random pictures.



This egret has been hanging around lately.








Hopefully, I will come up with something interesting to write about soon.
This week’s happy hour had a theme, Spain. One of our residents and his husband volunteered to make Paella for an appetizer. Other homeowners were encouraged to follow the theme.
We had a nice turnout and Rick and I got to know our hosts Gonzalo and Jon. Gonzalo is from Spain and most recently had a restaurant in San Francisco on Noble Hill. But after four years of barely turning a profit he decided to go back to being a corporate lawyer. Needless to say the food was amazing.
Jon is from England. To add some spice to the gathering he handed out flyers with instructions on fan language and fans were on all the tables so we could try them out.



Supposedly Jon found some naughty fan language signs too but thought better of bringing them to the gathering. Of course after a few drinks we were coming up with our own. He also taught us how to properly snap the fan and make the noise. Some of my friends were naturals at this maneuver.
It was great fun. We talked about coming up with more themes for future events. Maybe a pride party, but disguised as something else. We could even parade around the park before the start. Probably doesn’t sound as good of an idea this morning but we were having fun with it last night. A one float trip around the complex and all of us in drag.
Not going to happen or will it?