When my first partner and I were in our twenties, we bought a house near downtown St. Petersburg, in a “family neighborhood.” We made no secret we were a gay couple, and all of our neighbors were friendly, especially the teenage boys near us, who were always coming by the house on their bicycles when we were working in the yard. They often wore little other than shorts and sneakers, and I think they were curious about what is was like to be gay. We were always sociable with them and grew to know all their names, but we had a steadfast rule: None of them could come inside our house, not even to use the bathroom or get a drink of water. I think that was wise.
I have a busy day ahead of me. I need to hit the booze market, the bank, the gas station, and the seafood market and butcher shop. I need to visit the office at my timeshare too. I thought I was hosting a friend for dinner this evening, but we postponed that until tomorrow evening.
Speaking of tomorrow, I have to drive 80 miles north to collect my boat and trailer from the Suzuki dealer. Then a friend is going to keep it at his property so he can sell it for me. We will also visit my fishing camp to retrieve my belongings. Then I’ll drive it all home with me.
So, I need to get busy, so I will close this post by wishing all of you a wonderful Monday, wherever you might be. And keep smiling, it’s important. 🙂