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for Camden's sendoff video for London is a surprise video to take with her made for in part by her little sister. It was a very thoughtful idea, when Lynn told this to me and that I was picked to help in her endeavor. It touched my heart so much so that I thought I would totally get into the spirit of things and dress up as "Aunty Aloha" when Lynn came to pick me up for our "Respect" dance day. My Aunty Aloha get up was an aloha shirt adorned with leis of all types, kukui, shell, feather, ribbon and pennies topped off with a Chinese fishing hat made out of palm leaves a few summers ago at a family reunion in Hawaii and big showy sunglasses. I looked pretty hilarious as Lynn taped me coming out of the front door of my home wishing Camden well on her journey to London next month. With my adornments put away, Lynn and I were off into the city for our monthly Respect dance night. I sent out emails to our group of women that meet whenever we can letting them know that we were going to be there tonight. As usual, we got there on the early side of things and checked in with Debi and seek out a booth for us. I was expecting Gail and her new girlfriend Ramona to drop in but no exact time was arranged. Lynn and I catch up on kisses, conversation and much needed touches throughout our evening. It's always nice to feel her closeness when we've been away from each other. We dance to a few tunes and enjoy the music. Our hands exploring as if on a mission and our lips softly finding the target kissing zone. As soon as an unfamiliar tune or rap music comes on, it's break time. Finally, Gail and Ramona show up apologizing for being late as a motorcycle ride to Pleasanton sidetracked them. With introductions and hugs finally settled, we conversed more in the privacy of our comfortable booth, danced a few numbers and conversed more like long lost sisters. With the club winding down, we all decided on dinner across the street at a Thai restaurant. Our conversation carried over from the club to a more intimate and quiet setting congratulating Gail on her first ever night out at a women's club. She enjoyed herself very much. Dinner was excellent with a variety of appetizers, soup and main entrees, we were stuffed to our hearts content. Soon it was time to say our goodbyes with hugs and kisses and a safe journey home. It was definitely a nice way to start off a New Year.

Overcharges at Downey Savings

If you think that you're right on not paying an overcharge, fight back with documented information and names! A small over site on the part of my mortgage company between their impound department and the loan department almost cost me $265.64 in under payment and late fees. Oliver was my teller of the day and the first in "front line" personal. He was very patient in my resolving an overage as he was the liaison between the person on the phone and myself, a little ticked off but I had my documentation and confirmation numbers. I had initially gone to the bank to put down the payment from my company towards my mortgage payment for the next two months. Oliver tells me that I owe, $104.32 for an under payment and $161.32 for late fees in processing my November mortgage payment! I told Oliver that I had already had a phone conversation with Pearl in the loan department last week and paid the $104.32 over the phone. The late payment of $161.32 should not have even been charged because my November payment was received by it's due date and Pearl was waiving the processing fee of $57.00 over the phone. Oliver tried to tell me that the $104.32 was not collected and that both would have to be paid before he could except my mortgage payment. I thought, this is getting ridiculous. I brought out my checkbook and showed him who I talked to, the phone contact, confirmation number and the amount of $104.32 and the date that it was paid. He called someone in the loan department and spoke with a woman, who sounded like a jerk (yes, women can be jerks too!) and she thought that she was going to make this "ol gal" pay. Oliver handed the phone over to me and I said, "hello". She replied, "Hello, how can I help you?" in a frigid, uncool tone. I told her the situation with Pearl and the impound department and gave her the necessary information. By this time it had been thirty minutes of waiting. I'm glad I didn't have any doctor appointments scheduled. Oliver told me that it would take a while and to have some coffee. That's just what I did. After another fifteen minutes of waiting for my verdict, the woman (I did not get her name) came back on the phone with Oliver and apparently told him that I didn't not have to pay any of the mentioned monies and to accept my mortgage payment. I felt like a hunted baby seal after having a huge great white with it's mouth open about to eat me alive, only to have it repel and swim away until another day.

Choral concert season

is in full swing and I can attest to that by being invited to a women's group from Walnut Creek by Lynn and her daughter Camden. It was an interesting concert more so than the usual ones that I've been attending with Lynn. Her director is the same man, very cute in the gay boy circle and partnered with a jealous older man. Hmm, we'll see how long that relationship will last. Conductor boys are prissy little things that need constant attention and primping. They are the darlings of the choral world.
The melodious sound of the guitar player was so soothing that I fell asleep every time he played. The concert was wonderful with similar twists to that of Lynn's chorus group. The finale was "Silent night" and done in a circle around the crowded church pews. It wasn't as throaty or had that deep womanly sound like Lynn's group, now there is a women's chorus. All in all, a good concert. Afterwards, a reception was thrown in the back room with cookies, cakes, veggie plates and wine. I was looking for coffee to keep me awake on the ride back over the Bay Bridge but one small glass of wine will do. Someone recognized me from my old outrigger paddle days, it was an old friend I used to co-ed with. I hadn't seen Bobby in 15 years and he still looked the same, a little heavier and a lot less hair but still had a great sense of humor. He introduced me to his 2ND wife, Lauren, who was also part of the concert as a dancer with her troupe. We talked about old times, the people we knew and where they are, the amount of drinking we used to do and trouble we used to get in to. How during camp outs he would sing a song but could never remember the words to the ending. That was the good ol days. We exchanged phone numbers and will hopefully keep in touch with each other. That was the highlight of my day. I was a bit tired from the reduction of my medication and am feeling the effects of it. I'm now at half a tablet of prednisone every odd day until I see my RAtologist on Dec 12Th for my third phase of the medication bout. I keep thinking healing thoughts.

A dance club for women

After the wedding yesterday, Lynn and I enjoyed a nice dinner out, then came home to watch cable T.V. That was the highlight of our evening. When you get to be our age, sure we love making love but we love our sleep more! It's nice waking up with your loved one by your side, greeting each other in the morning with a kiss and a smile. Warm touches, legs draped over each other wondering who's going to make coffee first. Actually it was a trade off, she made coffee while I fixed breakfast. We planned our day with church at 12:30pm in San Mateo at the MCC. A wonderful and very accepting church for all denominations, nationalities gay or straight. We've visited this church a few times and each time like today, there are more and more members. More singing and reading from the bible, I'm pretty much "churched out" and ready to dance. Lynn and I go back to my house for some lunch and rest up before going to our usual once a month woman's club in San Francisco called RESPECT. Operated and DJ'd by our good friend Page Hodel, it's our thing to do when we are able. It's a great place to hang out every second Sunday of every month for woman of all ages. Because they serve alcohol, you have to be 21 years and older. With it's sexy red velvet interior decor, chandelier drop lights and booth style seating, it's a fun place to go, meet your women friends and dance to music from rap, 80's, 90's and requests. RESPECT does not serve food but there is a great pizza place next door. Drinks are very pricey and your best bet is the beer at about $4.00 a bottle. There is a $10.00 cover charge and the club opens from 4:00pm-12:00am with in and out privileges. Next month is RESPECT's 7th Anniversary, so be sure to get there early as booth seating does fill up and can be standing room only.

Women seeking women

That's the name of a show I saw a few nights ago on cable. These women from somewhere in Wisconsin and beyond, admitted to their husbands that they were curious about being with another woman and would like to jet off to the Caribbean to have this experience at a "Wild woman's weekend. The men, trying to be as macho as they can without being visibly upset, agree to this and fly down to the sunny tropics with their wives. Lo and behold, there is a small casual get-together which some of the women have met before and now continue a somewhat sexual relationship all in the company of their hubbys. The poor boys are now awkwardly embarrassed or mildly aroused from watching their wives make out on a big plushy obviously comfortable bed feeling each other up! The men who are there for the first time don't know whether to stay and watch their wives heated sessions or leave with the other men to go and have a drink at the bar to process this new information. Will these ladies be the new GenXXX'ers?? Or will they go on being bi-curious during the harsh winter months only to escape to sunny tropical places when they feel the urge. It would probably be much cheaper if they check out the W4W sections in their own hometown now that they've been "outed" on TV and the whole neighborhood knows your business. Ladies, next time? Leave your hubby at home...just a thought.

You're not getting any Younger

Being a woman of 45, as they say, "you're not getting any younger". What exactly is that phrase supposed to mean? I don't know! Please excuse my sometimes grammatical sentencing though i do try to spell check my writings that go out. I am in no way a writer but I do enjoy writing. My everyday mundane things to do around the house may seem like an adventure to some, a boring execution of chores to men and a reminder of a "to do list" to women. My three children, whom I love dearly, is one of the reasons i exist. The other is my girlfriend, lynn, yes a woman, who has been the light of my life for eight years after answering an online personal ad in the women 4 women section about a "fling" brought us together for a blind date and here we are, in her words, "still flinging". Though we do not live together because of our circumstances, i am raising my teenage son in a house that I bought almost three years ago and she is still married to her husband who is accepting of our relationship, one in part because he has been dating outside of their marriage and in the best interest of both parties. Her teenage and young adult children are the light of her lives, she's a wonderful mother and wife to a sometimes arrogant and verbally abusive and often egotistical man she calls husband. Husband is a hard working, techboy athlete, "forgot I have kids", thinks with his penis, OCD (Obsessive-compulsive disorder ), kind of guy. Lynn and I call each other on the phone everyday as if we were having a sit down coffee trading off the gossip of the day. The gossip pertains to the inner workings of our daily lives which sometimes and often comes up with solutions to many of our problems that exist. We don't know what may happen in our future, but we are here now, together and that's all that matters.