This Ih Applesaw

[Wednesday, already? Time flies when you're barely keeping your chin above a mounting pile of paper. Two and a half more business days until Boss-Man's return. Mireille's been great, and Charlotte even pitched in on Monday, but I need helllllp!]

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[Max visited again last weekend. I have no doubt that this time a good time was had by all. We drank Sean-prepared Cherry Blossoms (cherry rum, sweet and sour, and champagne) at Martuni's. We tried Dosa, now my new favoritest Indian food in the whole world. If all vegetarian food were like this, I might consider...naw, never mind. We tchotchke'd in Bernal Heights, possibly the ideal San Francisco neighborhood. We viewed my new living quarters, dubbed Maison le Trou by others (and Max joined the chorus singing its relative praises, especially for the price). We ambled thru my new 'hood, the AYM and I getting impromptu, much needed haircuts, the three of us eating and drinking too much at Cha Cha Cha, Aub Zam Zam, and the disappointingly named Tracks...what was there to do after that but sit like stunned lumps and watch Shortbus on the AYM's monitor? (Good movie, not great, though I'm not sure what I was expecting. It kept my attention, as non-prurient but sexual subject matter often does.)]

[Between out-of-town visitors, moving, and one trip to Sonoma for my 20-year high school reunion, August has left me no weekends to sit and brood about...well, all the things there are to brood about, of course! (Dude, thanks for nothing!)]

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[Hung with the sister and the Niece Audrey Sunday afternoon and evening, fending off a boy about her age but of higher aggression who pushed (pushed!) the Niece a couple of times as she tried to make his acquaintance at the Fairmount School playground just up the block from their place, near this bizarre venue. (Fairmount is one of San Francisco's best public elementary schools; Audrey will not be attending, however, since they're pulling up stakes and moving to a place where nobody dared to go: someone actually cleared escrow amidst the meltdown!)]

[To her credit, the Niece just gave the boy a slightly puzzled look, as if to say "Why can't we be friends?" Reminded me of me between ages four and...well, thirty-eight. "People are people, so why should it be you and I should get along so awfully," as the Niece already instinctively knows.]

[At dinner, we kept pointing to her dish of applesauce while asking "what's this?" OK, so we're a little weird to be treating the Niece Audrey like a windup toy, but if you heard her say "This ih applesaw," you'd understand. So. Damn. CUTE!]

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[In all the foofooraw about the Democratic candidates and how they're not supportive enough of the Gay Agenda, one thing needs to be said:]

[A woman president! How cool will that be? (And I don't mean la Rice, who's not so much a woman as a Fembot, although I did read a recent report that convinced me that she's done a lot lately to temper some of the Bushies' enthusiasm for foreign entanglements of the worst kind.)]

[I know it's not just me who thinks it might Mean Something More to have a female as the leader of the free world. No matter how it seems on various other comments threads, I don't worship the ground on which the jr. senator from New York walks. But to the extent that it even matters, I'm rooting for her. And for all of my sisters in the struggle, including my Sister and the Niece. And for all of us.]

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[I want:]

[-to be all moved in. (This will involve a lot more unpacking, the acquisition of a queen-sized bed, and some more effort. *groan*)]

[-to stop consuming high fructose corn syrup. I devoured this book recently, and it really opened my eyes about maize, what you call corn. Do you realize that burning ethanol instead of gasoline does little to reduce our dependence on fossil fuels, since the only way to create the nitrogen to fertilize the cornfields requires petroleum? I didn't.]

[-to get back to work, but not stress about it the way I've been. Off we go...]

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