The good news is that it's not Monday.  The bad news is that it feels like one.

Also, my eye is injured in some way.  I need to go to a doctor or something, but my eye hurts, and my vision in that eye is blurry.  It seems prudent to not put a contact in that eye, but then, that whole "ability to see" thing that seems so popular these days is comprimised.  I guess THIS is why they say that you should have "backup glasses."

I'm an ungrateful cuss, aren't I?  To read the begining of this, you'd think I was in a foul, bitchy mood, and I'm not.  It's the pain in my eye speaking.  I had a great weekend, as I went to Houston.

On Friday, I went to visit my grandmother.  My great-grandmother is hanging in there and really looks amazing considering how long she's been this ill.  I love visiting with her, as her mind is still pretty clear.  Her death is nearing, though, because she's showing all the symptoms.  She's even dreaming of her late husband.  I'm so blessed to have hospice training, so I understand and am not scared about what's happening.  Sad, but not scared.  My grandmother, on the other hand is not dealing with the impending death of her mother very well.  It's frustrating, because she gets annoyed when we try to talk about it, and she so doesn't want to deal with it.  Not very healthy, but in our family, we tend to value denial just slightly above food and financial stability.  Frustrating for those of us who have therapy and know this not the way to deal with things!

I didn't spend the whole weekend at my Grandmother's however.  I went on in to Houston and had sort of a cheapie-mini-vacation.  It was wonderful to get to spend time with Kat, and to chat with her.  She's been a good friend to me over the years, and I value her time and opinion very much.  She's going through some changes right now, but I think in the end, she'll be better off, and I think she knows that, too.  I'm just glad I got to see her, but of course, our visit wasn't long enough.  Such is life.  Maybe when we're both retired and rich, we can go to Greece together and sit around on the beach and snark at people's outfits.  That'll be the life, eh?

I also got to spend some time with the Houston Area Bears.  I got to spend some time with James, and also got to attend a party on Sunday at Mary's that was hosted by the Bears.  Lots of fun.

Ah, Mary's.  Mary's is perhaps the oldest gay bar in Texas.  It just turned 33, which means that it's older than I am (barely) and I'm not quite sure if the place has changed since about 1978 or so.  Mary's is right on Westheimer in Houston, and is open about 20 hours a day, so you never know who you are going to see in there.  I mean, you know SOME of the people you are going to see, because they are always there.  But you will also, on any given day, see drag queens, cowboys, cigar smoking lesbians, naked people... it's just one of those sorts of places.  Great people watching, and the drinks aren't bad either.

So that was my weekend.  I had a great time, except for the eye thing  Hope yours was great, too.

What gives with your eye?

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