As 2012 draws to a close, I am quite thankful, actually. 2012 was a pretty bad year for me. 2013 will be better. It has to be.
Readers of this blog know that my partner/fiance was seriously ill all year, and caring for him became my number one priority. He is not fully recovered, but is better than he was when the symptoms of his illness were at their peak from March through October (yeah, that long).
Other things in my life were rather crappy, too, and my family and close friends know about those things. There are issues that I choose not to write about on this blog. Suffice it to say, overall — 2012 was a crappy year and I am glad that it will end.
I have these plans for 2013 to make that year one of the better years of my life:
I guess I know more gay men and women who live in my home state than I thought that I did. I have received three invitations to attend their weddings and post-ceremony party. My response?
It took me a while to catch up with a blog post about a wonderful surprise that happened to me during the week before Christmas.
As many readers of this blog know, I hold a special place in my heart for seniors who live in my community. I stop by their homes from time to time, visit, take some of them grocery shopping, or do home repairs. I never ask for payment, but sometimes boots are involved….
The title of this post, “gays shouldn’t wear loggers,” is what someone actually said to me yesterday. I was shocked, and almost … almost … did not reply, but somehow, some way, I came up with a great comeback that left the neanderthal who said that speechless.
Christmas day was a day of lots of web surfing all over the world. Visits to my website and this blog more than doubled from the average daily visits.
Most of the visits were driven by search engines — lots of people, I presume guys, asking questions about boots. I have blogged before about frequent cowboy boot questions, here. But this one was new — “what are the holes in [the] bottom of cow[boy] boots for”
Well, I haven’t seen that many cows wearing boots, but I do know a thing or two about cowBOY boots. So here goes….
Wishing all of my readers, visitors, friends, lurkers, and fellow leather/boot/motorcycle enthusiasts all the best for Christmas, or whatever holiday you celebrate.
If I have only one thing for Christmas, it’s faith. Let me be clear, I am talking about my internal faith, not a religiously-imposed belief system. There are differences.
The guys in the local fire house stopped by my home on Sunday morning. They said that they voted to welcome me as a lifetime honorary member of their fire company. I am truly honored.
This honor has only been given to a handful of people for the 75 years this fire company has existed. They said that they picked me because…
I am taking a break from blogging for a while — at least during the Christmas holidays.
My fiance is feeling miserable — flare ups of his long-term infection. I have to “babysit” his mother and keep her fed, entertained, and fed, as my fiance can’t help.
Kinda lousy Christmas…. I was hoping for better, but it isn’t going to be.
I have faith, he WILL get better… someday. Just not today, this week, or next.
I hope you have a much better, happier, and enjoyable holiday.
See you later,
My mother-in-law is with us now, spending the next week with us for Christmas. She lives near Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, about a five-hour drive north and west of where my fiance and I live. I drove to her home on Tuesday, took her on errands and to doctor’s appointments on Wednesday, and drove her back to our home yesterday.
Since my mother-in-law cannot drive or is not able to use any form of transit (bus, train, plane), we have to go get her and drive back and forth when she visits.
My fiance usually goes to get her for a week’s visit in the summer and this week, too, but we had to cancel that visit this past summer because my fiance’s illness had other ideas.
My fiance still is not allowed to drive his own car, because he still has some recurring symptoms of his illness that could occur without warning, and if he were driving a car, he could crash. While I do not like to drive long distances (especially in a cage), having my fiance’s Mom with us for Christmas meant a lot to my fiance, to her, and to me as well. I want to do everything I can to make my fiance happy.
Some guys have asked, “what boots or leather do you want for Christmas?” … anticipating a like-minded reply. I also know there are some people who think that gay men have specific ‘gay things’ they want. I’m sure I have caused some puzzlement in my replies to those questions. My answers–