Committee
The Trelawnyd Community Association Memorial Hall sub committee ( you try saying that after a large gin) is an eclectic group of village folk, intent on keeping our hall open and functioning in this expensive , post covid, financially compromised world
In addition to the 2 usual Caucasian retired men ( every committee has them and they no doubt bring with them vital experience and know how) we have 2 bright working mums, an lady entrepreneur with a Joan Rivers sense of humour. A gentle hearted farmer, the glamorous velvet voiced Linda and her flared pants , and me and Bunty supporting and being the village gay population.
I know it sound like a film cast but it kinda works. The main group is an eclectic mix too, a cheerful Welsh Mom, an ex police inspector with a shrewd eye, an all rounder book illustrator, I could go on.
Last night we sorted out another list of ideas to raise funds for the hall , old Men’s Yoga, a casino night, film nights, bingo, more table top sales, a fashion show, a bespoke choir concert, badminton, history lectures and a grand Christmas food festival !!! And a even a 🌈 pride night out next year ( Bunty asked me if I was out at work for that one)
Today I’m getting ready for my few days in Venice starting tomorrow
I suspect the hat will be left at home
Walking In The Dark
A couple of years ago, I had a few dates with a guy which sort of petered out.
We were not suited, and had no chemistry , but he was a nice guy and I’m sure that the feelings were mutual, so I was surprised that he messaged me asking to go out for coffee.
It’s transpires he has oesophageal cancer, a best friend in need of hospice care and a mum in a nursing home.
Add to this the Herculean task of advocating himself in a post covid oncology fuck up nhs and no one at home to help and it’s easy to see how difficult things are for him.
I sat and listened
That’s all I could do.
After he had left, I sat at the beach cafe, we had met in, and watched the sea.
I felt odd.
And thankful .
It’s never failed to surprise me, just how people cope with adversity.
Most, in my experience do so blindly
It’s a case of one short step in front of another.
Hands outstretched as if you were blind.
Hoping for the best
Holiday chic
I bought this hat today.
It’s for Venice.
I wanted a yellow one but I found only one and it looked like a sou’wester
Not the “ look” I was going for
I was hoping for cute, middle aged gay-geek
My friend Ian suggested I looked like a child molester
Which was kind.
I asked him for another suggestion
“A fat fisherman?” Was the answer
I gave up soon after.
The hat came today,and I FaceTimed Ian again
“ How do I look now?”
He paused
“ Like Dale from the Walking Dead” he said finally
Schoolgirl
It’s very humid, the storms haven’t cleared the air and bulldog walks were cut short as Dorothy struggled with her breath.
I took them down to the stream which leads to the waterfalls and she dangled her nipples into the water, which calmed everything down nicely.
floppy Haired jogger was out again today which was a bonus.
He’s a six foot , dark haired Adonis with hairy legs and a killer smile.
We are all charmed by him as he stops to rub each dog in turn,
He has a deep singer’s voice and
I simper like a schoolgirl
Gawd I annoy myself sometimes…
Lol
Sublet
Israel isn’t well known for gay romantic comedies, so the Israeli/ American film Sublet is a rarity indeed.
It’s an interesting spring/autumn sort of story about middle aged American writer Michael ( John Benjamin Hickey) and his relationship with twenty something film student Tomer ( Niv Nissim) as the two sublet an apartment in Tel Aviv, with the obvious class of cultures, experiences and philosophies.
Insightful, complicated and with the usual yin/yang between youth and older age, it’s a moving and rather charming film
The rain from last night has made everything seem more humid and certainly cooler. For some reason Roger had wandered around the cottage and had collected 5 shoes overnight which he placed carefully into his crate.
I’m making turkey meatballs, half I will have with mango salad tonight and the other half in a passata sauce with a bit of spaghetti for lunch tomorrow.
Have a good SundayEnjoy this video
Keyboard Warriors
It’s still very warm and dry.
The field grass is tinged with yellow and the roses in the front garden are fully in bloom.
Around six we had the threat of a storm but nothing moved past the rumble of thunder until almost seven when it rained without lightening.
The thunder grumbled on until almost 8pm
I’m watching Barry Manilow at the BBC
I’m doing another overtime shift tomorrow afternoon.
All monies are going to my counselling fund.
I’d like to think that blogger is frequented by older internet users.
People that have learned to play nice for the most part.
As we all know that’s not always the case.
Earlier someone complained there were too many videos posted on Going Gently …fair point , but felt the need to add a petulant and negative so I didn’t watch any
Most bloggers I have physically met have proved to be delightful characters. Indeed only a couple of weeks ago, I met up with Libby and had a lovely time, over a gin and tonic, mutually shared information from the written word expanded into the verbal where it becomes real and tactile.
I’ve had friendships with bloggers which have proved disappointing and I’m now a firm believer that much of this kind of phenomenon is an example of Over familiarity breeds contempt .
Blog friends often turn up daily, feel that they know you and in extreme cases feel that they can say anything to you that in real life they would never say to the face of an enemy let alone a friend.
A little while ago a commentator informed me that I disgusted them. Then they used personal insults to support a view they neither had personal experience of or practical facts about.
It’s a common phenomenon seen with online interactions , akin to road rage.
Another blog follower once referred to me in a comment with such venom and rudeness that I was shocked to my core. At 60 I think I’ve had a good 55 years experience of making friends and during that time had never been spoken to in such a way.
I cut all contact there and then.
I would not let my best friends talk to me like that, let alone someone who had never met me
Without the nuances, parameters and reality of physically meeting up, proper friendships on line I feel are rare.
Which is sad, as is the bile which is unleashed from faceless and angry people
Keyboard warriors
Fuck em
Halle Bailey - 'Part Of Your World'
It has amused me that this iconic scene has been hijacked by hundreds of women and gay men and been reenacted all over the world.
All great fun
I’m hydrating at home today. It’s hot here and we’ve not seen rain in weeks.
The lawn is started to yellow in the sun and I got dehydrated yesterday which allowed my bladder to play up.
An extra antibiotic and fluids by the bucketload have almost sorted me out, but I’ve had to cancel lunch with my friend Colin in Chester this afternoon which is a bummer.
We are off to Venice in just under a week.
The neighbour popped in to give me some of her sweet peas which I’ve put in my fox vase
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