Just had a weeklong visit at the house from my son. He came back here with miss pixi after helping her pack for a few days, then stayed here and helped us organize and set up. And he's so fun, he plays guitar, he does voices, beatboxes, he's quite an entertainer.
We got the lawn mowed, I pulled weeds and spread mulch in the front bed, and pruned bushes, and son and I moved cement planters.
We went to the nursery down the street for mulch and plants (vinca) and ate their ice cream, sitting in one of the porch swings there.
miss p and son set up the stereo system and flat screen tv in the basement family room. Quite a process, some of the outlets were really outmoded down there and she had to rewire.
I've been in touch with Ginger by IM, but he didn't come here while Son was here. His seasonal allergies are kicking his ass, plus he likes to feel me up almost constantly when we are together, hehe
He's coming over tomorrow!
Love withers under constraint; its very essence is liberty. It is compatible neither with envy, jealousy or fear. It is there most pure, perfect and unlimited when its votaries live in confidence, equality and unreserve. -- Shelley
The single biggest problem with communication is the illusion that it has taken place. --Shaw
me: Mags, female, pansexual, 59, loving and living with
miss pixi, female, pansexual, 37