Steve and I are both early risers, so we were up and went for breakfast before Russ had peeped out of the covers yet. Delicious french toast done in the oven, and great coffee. Coffee and cigarettes on the porch are one of my favorite things anyway, but when done with friends on the balcony of the lodge overlooking the pond on a gorgeous morning.. well there are just few things better.
The weather is perfect. Sunlight is just smiling down through the trees. There is enough of a breeze to keep most of the mosquitoes at bay, and it's supposed to be about 75 today. I took a walk around the pond after getting acquainted with the Mallard couple that lives there. The Yellow (or "Tulip") Poplars have just bloomed, and there is a carpet of green and orange flowers on the ground that blew off in Thurday night's storm.
After breakfast, I went back to try to take a nap, since I got to bed late last night, and haven't slept well this week. No dice. Partly because Steve had the same idea, partly because everyone was coming and going, and partly just because there is so much energy flying around that I can't ever sleep during the day at the camp out.
Russ had to run by their house, so he told me he would take me by to get the desserts. When I took my flourless chocolate cake out of the fridge, the lovely fluffy buttercream I made yesterday morning was hard as a brick. I can only hope it will soften up as the cake sits out today. And of course I am already worried the cake is burned on the edges. I put my lemonade cake and marshmallow cream trifle together, but it looks like SO much marshmallow stuff now. I am afraid it's going to be too sweet. And this pound cake is not the prettiest I have ever made either. The eclair pie turned out well, but a lot of people don't eat custard. And yes, I always get like this before I serve the desserts.
But we got it all back here in one piece, so I can relax until dinner now.
We got back to the camp ground just in time for the only demo today, one on "MacGyver" style fetish play. It was pretty informative for me...
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- The most likely much too detailed look at the life of a second-class citizen twice over. As a gay man who is single again at 40+ in the South, I'm working on accepting things as they are and finding the joy in them when I can. I am blessed with good friends, pretty good health, a job that sustains me, and two cats who enjoy my servitude. I'm kinky, decently read, and a hypo-glycemic pescetarian who is pretty opinionated. Between the large cast of characters and my perhaps unfortunate propensity to navel-gaze, there is usually something going on.
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- The best intentions go kaput
- The weekend is here
- I embody Sloth
- Kind of a bad day
- A trip to Spartanburg
- The Day Off* - Happy Memorial Day!
- Some kitchen time
- The pool party
- Date with Dario*
- The bear dinner for May
- A bit of productivity
- I'm going to miss seeing trees
- Back to work
- A "Dom Drop" day
- A most interesting evening*
- Sigh. It's all over.
- More camp out happiness
- Lynnett's Ass
- Steve and I are both early risers, so we were up a...
- The Camp Out!!*
- Night #4 in the kitchen
- Night #3 in the kitchen
- Night #2 in the kitchen
- A visit from Justin
- I am reproached
- Happy Mother's Day
- A night out, and a very strange play (for Greenville)
- Cougar comes over
- Dinner out
- Mother's Day is coming
- Lining up things to look forward to
- Feeling a bit better
- A quiet night
- Family Drama continues
- Another Sunday
- Lazy, worthless me
- Justin's birthday is coming
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply;
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands a lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply;
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands a lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
Favored Quotes:
"There are no stupid questions, but there are lots of inquisitive idiots." forwarded to me via email from a co-worker
"Some people are like Slinkys. They're really good for nothing; but they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down a flight of stairs." from a really great Bear411 profile
"Friendship is like peeing in your pants. Everyone can see it, but only you can feel the true warmth." From an email I got from my friend Park
"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?" Kahlil Gibran
"Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it." Helen Keller
"Try as much as possible to be wholly alive, with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell, and when you are angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough." William Saroyan
"Without freedom from the past, there is no freedom at all, because the mind is never new, fresh, innocent." Krishnamurti
"Friend, hope for the truth while you are alive. Jump into the experience while you are alive! What you call 'salvation' belongs to the time before death. If you don't break your ropes while you are alive, do you think ghosts will do it after?" Kabir
"It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society." Krishamurti
"Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned." Buddha
"Some people are like Slinkys. They're really good for nothing; but they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down a flight of stairs." from a really great Bear411 profile
"Friendship is like peeing in your pants. Everyone can see it, but only you can feel the true warmth." From an email I got from my friend Park
"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?" Kahlil Gibran
"Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it." Helen Keller
"Try as much as possible to be wholly alive, with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell, and when you are angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough." William Saroyan
"Without freedom from the past, there is no freedom at all, because the mind is never new, fresh, innocent." Krishnamurti
"Friend, hope for the truth while you are alive. Jump into the experience while you are alive! What you call 'salvation' belongs to the time before death. If you don't break your ropes while you are alive, do you think ghosts will do it after?" Kabir
"It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society." Krishamurti
"Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned." Buddha
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