“HOLY SHIT!!!…. that sand is fuckin’ HOT!!!”

For Jamie… A posterboy for the “Hitlerjugend?”… although what Baldur would have thought of the earring might be open to conjecture.

“Hey Mom! Have you seen my car keys?”

Snowed in…. nearly!

Dad and I rigged the big snow blade on the front of the tractor when the snowfall was predicted, and I’ve been out plowing all night. Twenty-three inches! Some places even deeper, some less, but that seems to be the average.  My brother arrived before the serious snow fell, and the eldest is stuck in Baltimore. He’ll try to get here Monday, and then… the family Christmas begins! I managed to get all my shopping finished up on Thursday and Friday.  The house is stocked with food… the decorations are all up… and we await the onslaught of relations and friends.

Harry arrives on the Twenty-seventh!!!  Sam is supposed to stop off here for a night or two on his way South after break… so we three will caravan to college and our last semester in the dorms.

After Spring semester, Thom will be transferring to a more conservative Presbyterian college. We’re sorry to see him leave with so many unresloved issues about his sexuality, but Shawn is gonna be a wicked fine replacement in the apartment.

Life goes on.

Wishing Everyone a Gay Saturnalia!!

In transit.

Finals are done, we all did well, I’m taking the first several days of winter break with Harry at his family’s place, then I’ll head for home. We’ll spend Christmas with our own families, and then he’ll come to my house for New Year’s and we’ll travel back to campus together. Sam may or may not join us for New Year’s and the trip back.

I’ll be home on Wednesday, and should have more time to blog and bring things up-to-date.

Breaking the surface and gulping for air!

Yes it’s been a long time since the last post. I’m in the middle of finals right now, and once winter break starts I hope to get back to a more regular posting schedule.  Spring semester looks like it’s going to be much easier.

Drifting apart.

Dad warned me that friendships during high school and college would be fluid. I should have been better prepared for the bomb-shell that Thom dropped Thursday night. He has done a great deal of thinking and praying about this decision he says, and the short version is that he will not be going with us into the apartment next year. He’s decided that staying in on-campus housing will be better for him. I have been aware of his moods, and I know that he’s been feeling increasingly alone in the suite. Harry and I are growing together as a couple, and Sam isn’t averse to a little playing around with us every few days. All this has left Thom feeling like the odd-man-out, and while I understand that, I still think running away from his true sexuality isn’t going to do anything to ease his mind.  Sam has told Harry and I that all sexual interaction between the two of them has been over for some time.  So the original gang of four is becoming a new gang or four.

So the three of us still interested in the apartment have asked our friend Shawn, the lacrosse player, to join us. He’s supposed to be discussing this with his parents and presenting the savings we expect to realize when out from under the various expenses of living in the dorms.  Shawn is either gay or very strongly “gay-oriented-bisexual.”

On other fronts, the Chrysler has all new belts, hoses, plugs, distributor cap and rotor, plugs wiring harness, battery and battery cables. The engine turns freely by hand and all the valves are lifting and resetting properly. Fuel lines have been blown out and the gas tank has been cleaned. There was some arcane method of testing the timing chains for stretch by setting the engine at some reference point on the timing marks on the pulley and watching the distributor rotor swing when the engine was moved backwards. Our retired Chrysler mechanic assured us we were fine. The starter complained a little at being awakened after so long a sleep, but she did her duty and cranked the engine over without the coil wire and plugs so we’re hopeful that next weekend will see us actually running the engine. Harry is beside himself with excitement.  The exterior cleaned up very well with lots of elbow grease and TLC, and real Simonize wax. The interior needs some more work with leather preservatives and cleaners, although the carpets are in good shape with just some minor wear in the usual places at doors and under the pedals.

The girls? Marcie and Lillian are still trying to catch Harry and me. I should never have played around even a little bit with Marcie in the shower on that Sunday night after we’d painted.

I really appreciate everyones’ concern.

Contrary to rumor, or reports you may have read in “The National Enquirer” I have not been abducted by aliens, not have I fallen off the face of the Earth. Thank you for all the comments about the blog, and especially thank you for the personal letters you have sent to the GMail account. If you have written, and haven’t heard back from me yet, please try to keep in mind these things:

• Thousands more people read the blog than ever take the time to comment or follow publically, or whatever.
• The blog is generating an increasingly large volume of personal correspondence in the form of email.
• If I get a letter from a guy my age, or especially from a guy in high school or middle school who is genuinely seeking advice, then that letter gets prioritized over the rest. Sorry, that’s the way I do things.
• This blog IS NOT my only form of relaxation. On a campus this size there are literally dozens of interesting things to do once studying and other commitments are finished. Additionally, now that Harry and I are trying to carve time out of both our schedules to work on the Chrysler, to have some special personal time just for us, and to do a few “romantic” things together, time is becoming even more precious.
• I am a History major. I’m taking eighteen credits this semester. There are days when I have so much reading to get through, and so much to write for various classes that I think my eyes are going to fall out. Right now I have two priorities; Course work and my relationship with Harry. Yes, in that order. He would tell you the same about himself. It’s something we’ve discussed.

The reason I do not post personal pictures on the blog should be self-evident.  For the same reason there won’t be any pictures of the life we live, or the locale mentioned in the blog, or the garage behind the elderly ladies house, or the New Yorker. I’m sorry, but the world is filled with really odd individuals who seem to have a strange hobby of  “uncovering” the lives and locations of people they meet on blogs and MySpace. There are also people who like to steal photos and personal pics and then invent new lives for themselves on the Net.

I had a personal friend who made the grave mistake of posting a personal picture as an avatar, and the results on campus were nearly disastrous. Never again. Besides, who has time to manage Facebook, MySpace, a blog, and Twitter? As if anyone is interested in all that! 

Well, enough for tonight. i will do my best to catch up on emails shortly, and also post the work weekend saga.

Sam and I are going to Harry’s for Thanksgiving.

Brief update

Things have been busy since mid-terms.  I’m sorry that I haven’t had much time to transcribe the daily journal into blog pages, but course work seems to be taking up nearly all my “desk time” and naturally there are other things on campus that demand time as well.

This weekend Harry and i are hosting his friend from the summer camp job, Ben and Ben’s sort-of-boyfriend Vic. They have an odd relationship; not boyfriends exactly, but more like really good fuck-buddies. Things got pretty interesting in our room this morning, with both couples watching the other. It was like being in a gay porn movie and watching one at the same time. No trading back and forth, but each couple stopping periodically to watch the other two was erotic as hell.

A few other updates:

THOM, SAM, THINGS IN GENERAL: Thom is basically oriented towards Jackie now. There have been nights when Sam and Thom suggest some ”blanket activities” and Harry and I have declined. Thom has drifted towards girls, and Sam is left sort of “partnerless” which has caused him to turn towards Harry and I.   Harry and I did share with Sam one night since the rearrangement of the roommates while Thom was off with Jackie. I have backed totally off from Thom as far as advice giving is concerned. I’m there for him and he knows this and if he asks then I’ll give him my thoughts.  When we got word that Ben wanted to visit, Harry and I had a serious talk about either of us sleeping with other boys and we agreed that like with Thom and Sam, we would play around together with a third or a fourth guy if the situation presented itself. That’s what lead to the night with Sam. Ben then called back and asked if he could bring Victor, and that’s been fun. Ben and Vic are a little more out and open with their sexuality than Harry or I, but they’re still really nice guys. Meeting them embarrassed Thom and he’s been very scarce in the rooms since they arrived.

THE CHRYSLER: Harry and I got the garage wired for electricity with got four double-tube fluorescent fixtures mounted and two wall outlets wired up. We run an extension cord to the exterior outlet box on the rear deck of the house when we need electricity. We got the earth and gravel cleared from in front of the doors and the doors repaired and they now swing all the way open. We got four inner tubes and have so far got the front two wheels repaired and pumped up. Let me tell you, installing inner tubes in those tires was a majorly difficult job! It was a bitch popping those tires off the rims with big screwdrivers and crowbars. The girls wanted to know why we didn’t just take the wheels to a tire place and let them do the work. We thought that would be cheating somehow. But the car looks better sitting up. Next weekend we plan on doing the rear wheels and having a grand roll-out and washing and waxing… weather and study work loads permitting.  Through the local Chrysler dealership we have been in contact with a retired Chrysler certified mechanic who actually remembered the previous owner and this particular car. Whoo-hoo! He’s give us a load of helpful information and a list of things to do before we use the starter to crank the engine. Harry and I have to keep reminding ourselves and each other that the New Yorker is only a hobby, and we have lots of time to work on her.

THE GIRLS, THE WORK WEEKEND, AND ALL THAT: The work weekend went off very well, after Thom got past his little sulk and we all started pulling and working together. The girls did come through with majorly great meals and although they didn’t do any of the actual work on the porch and the steps, they cave lots of encouragement… and…um… benefits. Thom and Sam said that they both had very nice benefits from Carly and Jackie. Harry and I managed to escape the clutches of Lillian and Marcie. I’ll post all about that in a few days once the journals are transcribed. But the porch is finished, the rear steps were rebuilt, the elderly ladies think we’re golden, and the girls love us. It got a little dicey there in the apartment on Sunday night with Marcie when she surprised me naked in the shower and came onto me. I nearly just said “the hell with it” and let her get me into bed, but then luckily decided not to open that can of worms. But everyone’s reps survived intact and I played along with things for the sake of the others. Long story; soon to appear in the blog…

Harry and I are checking out possibilities of my working at the summer camp with him this coming season. There’s no way he could be hired at the marina, and I think I’m ready for a change of scenery from there anyway. If the economy keeps tanking there might not be a job at the marina anyway.

Okay… the four of us are off to breakfast-brunch-lunch or whatever. I’ve never understood if a late breakfast/early lunch is called brunch, would a late breakfast/early dinner be called lunner? Dunch? Lundin?