how nice--- gonna be mild tomorrow.

I was just checking through things, you know, planning to get OUT of the house, and going to Gamlitz tomorrow, and all the daily stuff that can drive me nuts...

Yeah, I DO stuff like that, ok?

Don't go around unfocussed and sorta crazy...

The phone rang, and I thought it was Peter.... again... but no, it was some person doing interviews on people's smoking habits. Did I have ten minutes...

And I thought, 'Why not, it't their dime...' It was a young voice....

It was about smoking. And this KID can't have been on the team very long... he was hunting and pecking.... It amused me inside. But I kept my 'straight' poker face per voice on the telephone.

Till he came up with a one to six scale on what my relationship was with another person.

(What the fuck-hell does THAT have to do with my smoking habits????)

I absolutely fell apart laughing. I did.

I LOVE 'the unexpected'.... I do.

And I said, after laughing out loud, 'Listen, I'm gay, my partner is in a nursing home because he is older, and is going into Alzheimer's, so how do I rate that on a scale of one to six?' Six being 'bad'.

'Oh. I am so sorry....'

'It's ok...'

I LURVED sticking it to him that way....

Tja, it wasn't a good day, ya know? Peter called four times. He had nothing to say, he wants to hear my voice.

'You coming down today?'

'Thursday, Peter...'

'I miss you so much...

'I know... I'll be there tomorrow, ok?'

This is NOT what I thought many years ago. It was 'hollywood riding off into the sunset'.

Hell, you'd think...

And I am at the point... am wondering if visiting does more harm than good. My gawwd, he was going ON on the phone, he was gonna get someone to take him to my place, and 'take care' of me, and I said, 'I don't have a CRANE to get you up the twenty stairs, and heave you in through the window...' He laughed but was sad....

Peter forgets what I tell him from one moment to the next.

This is sad, and going down there is sad for me, but I have a bright spot.... At two-thirty p.m. tomorrw, there is a GALA, I kid you not. I keep missing the Bingo rounds, but a GALA, hey... it's a local operetta group, and they are going to sing operetta numbers, arias, and MUSICAL numbers for the oldies.

It might be nice, I'm always optimistic... but I have this wonderful feeling I will see a train-wreck in slow-motion.....

That's worth taking a trip down there for, and Peter will probably be impossible...

Will take pictchas....

Stay tuned....