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resting . . . a human BEING not doing

There’s that saying:  Sunday is a day of rest. Today I am taking it to heart, practicing it.

I have to. There–I’ve said it (publicly, at that). Alas, at 63 1/2 I am acknowledging my (physical) limits and setting up (emotional, mental) boundaries. Today I am a human BEING not doing. (This is not original, have heard it around plenty).

I have been out of my deck for hours. My partner Judy joins me to have a cup or coffee, share a piece of lemon cake (vegan, of course), converse. The dogs and cats come to check out the yard, what’s happening, get brushed. The birds sing and, if you listen closely, you can hear the tiny bit of water falling over rocks in the creek. Oops, there goes a motorcycle! Can’t really blame them on a Sunday afternoon on this tempting windy sort of country road.

I slept in for the second time in four days. Because I could. Because I would ….. not get sick, know I need to rest from all my activities of the past three daze. This is wisdom. So why do I have to even think about it much less write/blog about it?

Maybe it’s because I was a first-born. Maybe I am compulsed from something less than self-love. Maybe I’m just an over achiever. Maybe it’s a bit of all of the above.

No matter. Today I just may drive the one exit to Bed, Bath, and Beyond to purchase a chaise lounge. Is this middle class decadence? (We’re talking one–Judy claims she doesn’t want one, too, but we’ll see …) But that would mean leaving the homestead. I mean, the grass does need mowed so me & my Jane Deere plan to do that later … if it doesn’t rain. Meanwhile, I am physically but not mentally tired.

Thursday, Friday, & Saturday were great days–I’ll admit that. Teaching a class, doing a marathon filing party at the Ohio Lesbian Archives, doing a poetry reading downtown then seeing Annette’s house on Race, having a ‘lime in the coconut’ at Below Zero. 

Today, though, I will be sentimental and follow that old saying. For Sunday is a day of rest.




Together 30 years! — against all odds

Congratulations to Carolyn and Crystal! These friends left Cincinnati decades ago to build a place in the country outside Athens, Ohio. Their relationship survived harsh winters, racism (Crystal is black), homophobia, two children, and lots of animals. My good friend Victoria and I drove there Saturday night for their celebration.

Even though they’d been emailed that we were planning to attend, it was worth the drive to see Carolyn’s face light up when she saw me. We shared a great hug and pulled back to look at one another: although we were both over a decade older, our faces were the same (funny how that is). She and Crystal looked great; you would never know they’re in their fifties.

The dinner was gourmet potluck, outstanding. Too bad I ended up with a queasy stomach and couldn’t enjoy it all more. I may have overdone with the grande latte on the way in. Vic and I had some good conversation with a woman sitting at the same table — it turned out she is Crystal’s massage therapist. We watched the giant slide show on the wall of Carolyn and Crystal through the years. There were one or two of me from the DINAH lesbian magazine years when I worked on this journalistic labor of love with Carolyn.

Then people began dancing. Vic and I knew later that we should have got up to dance to Michael Jackson’s “Billie Jean” because we are so picky about our first dance among strangers! But we didn’t and then the dance numbers were not so much to our liking. I drank Diet Coke, hoping my stomach would settle. It did but then we two old ladies felt we’d better hit the road for the return trip to Cincinnati.

The sadness of saying goodbye was eased because we are so psyched to go back and reminisce when it’s not so wild! We may even bring the videorecorder and capture Carolyn and Crystal tales for the Ohio Lesbian Archives.

Until then, our 24 hour whirlwind trip is a sweet memory.

accessing my past: at the archives / & poem 56

me in the 70s

I picked up my buddy Sue intending to spend an hour at the Ohio Lesbian Archives this afternoon. We ended up staying twice as long and had quite an adventure in our research.

My purpose in going was to track past dates of Gay Pride in Cincinnati. I knew there was a folder on Pride plus old issues of various lesbian and gay magazines. We uncovered the Mayoral Proclamations from Gerald Springer — yes, that ‘Jerry’ Springer! — in 1978 and Bobbie Sterne in 1979. We actually found most of what we needed without having to locate the old DINAH newsletters in boxes in the back.

What distracted and amazed me were the old appointment books I found . . . of mine. I remember taking them from my home to the Archives, thinking them to be useful some day. A few of the years helped fill in gaps for Prides that had happened but couldn’t be proved either by the public library’s Newsdex or by the lgbt newsletter clippings we’d found. I felt tired just looking at all those appointments, dates, and events I put myself through in that span of, say, fifteen years. Friends, girlfriends, aikido, opera, vacations, vet appointments . . . yes, my past life flashed before me.

Recently I have been thinking it’s time to get serious about writing a book. But on what? My life? It has been an interesting one, if I do say myself: hitchhiking, drugs, radical lesbian feminism, women’s spirituality — well, I won’t spoil the plot just yet. I am thinking I’ll make a trip back to the Ohio Lesbian Archives and bring those appointment books home, type up those facts and dates, and start making sense of the past. Memoir, anyone?

my past life

was lived so fully!
I came of age when words like liberation
were shouted in the streets and whispered in the sheets