So Iain is visiting–finally a real face to match with the little one-inch square version I’ve been communicating with for the past year or so. He’s quite a swell fellow, and a pleasure to hang with. Reese and I introduced him to Spongebob Squarepants Friday night, and we went to SFMoMA today, along with BC, Geoffy, Rootbeer and Qbear.
Yesterday Ted announced that he’s moving at the end of the month, back to Seattle, to finish the work for his doctorate. Next he’ll be applying to post-doc programs, and the roulette wheel has a 1 in 3 chance of stopping at SF. I don’t know how or if I fit into his uncertain future. Last night Funkybear Martin and Brian and English John came over for a faboo lamb dinner that Ted and I made–what a handsome mound of fur those guys add up to–and then this morning Ted and I went for a nice walk with Bruno out to Fort Funston. The lamb, the friends, the dog, the hike… Ted has really softened my transition to bachelorhood by extending much pleasure and sweetness into my life. I’m really going to miss him. I’ve been riding the Ted wave since my (most recent) breakup with Bob (etc), and now I’m about to be tossed back onto dry land, and I’ve gotten quite comfortable floating out here. More than I thought, certainly more than I anticipated. Back to being without–add one more to the list.