Yesterday was okay, but there was a point I was feeling sort of gray/free floating grouchy. I don’t think there was anything particular. I finally got most of the Sunday domestic chore blitzkrieg done (because today is going over to Mom’s), and I headed over to friends for an Ostara / Spring Equinox potluck . . . → Read More: Ostara dinner with the coven and a circle
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Okay, I am now officially pissed off! I find the throngs of folks waiting outside Woodside Hospice for Terri Shiavo, like so many extras from the cast of Evita, to be rude. It’s gone beyond rude. According to this story, Jennifer Johnson ran in her pajamas to see her dying grandfather because a hospice . . . → Read More: Self indulgent drama Okay, like probably everyone, I have been reading about the Terri Shiavo story. I still feel conflicted, but there are many aspects of the story that are making me very angry. I cannot believe some of the inconsistencies that are present. Our illustrious Idiot in Chief is making all kinds of noise about how . . . → Read More: ‘Culture of Life’ and a death threat I was thrilled and grateful that we had many folks turn out last night to help fold the April issue of the newsletter. Last month was sparse, and I was worried that it would be rough with the extra brochure to stuff that we would be overwhelmed. Not only did we get lots of . . . → Read More: Newsletter done and pleasant encounters Since we are folding the newsletter tonight, I spent a last night printing the envelopes and calling folks about helping over tonight. I chatted for a bit with a friend I hadn’t had contact with in a while, and that was nice. He wanted to get back involved after being somewhat isolated, so hopefully . . . → Read More: For the cause Saturday afternoon I went up to Ripley to an Ostara/Spring Equinox celebration. I rode over with my friends John & Paula to a couple who had moved here from the Cleveland area. Several members from the Cleveland group also came. The hosts live on a farm with dogs, cats, ducks, chickens and homing pigeons. . . . → Read More: Ostara on the farm On Friday I went down to Vertigo in Butler and had a pretty good time. They had a lighter turnout than normal, which might have been due to having a second event in the same month. Several of us were dancing away on the floor and generally having a pretty good time. At one . . . → Read More: Vertigo and a gay 6th sense While buzzing around IMDB, I found out that not only was former gay porn star Jeff Stryker born on my birthday (1 year earlier), but also out actor Mitchell Anderson, who used to play the violin teacher on Party of Five (okay, I never watched that). Mitchell was born 2 years earlier than me, . . . → Read More: August 21 is a gay birthday to have apparently A very nice older gentleman had left me a message in my voice mail about a memory from years ago. He and I had previously chatted about Erie GLBT history. The gentleman had been going down French Street between 7th and 8th, where Skeeters apparently now stands. He recalled that years ago a gay . . . → Read More: Policeman outside a bar in the past This was sort of weird. I was reading this morning’s paper, and there was a photo and an article about a blighted house that had been reclaimed as part of a government program, so it was now looking pretty good after having been abandoned and dilapidated for years. The address is 717 Poplar Street, . . . → Read More: Old house renovated and pre teen memories |
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