The Guy with a Great Dane

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I’m old school and love a #7

He was not a great man.

Mine was a traveling tent revival evangelist who moonlighted as a sign painter. He pretty much lived off others his entire life.

Yea AZT did a number on me and did Crixivan. That one almost killed me. Still feel the effects today. My kidneys are shit. Dealt with some of that stuff too. Good times huh?

I got weirded out during the days of the AIDS crisis and freaked out seeing the blood that I knew was diseased.

Getting HIV in the early 90’s meant I was getting poked and prodded constantly. Add all the other ailments…..

Watch Marshall’s on CBS for one reason only….

Ok two reasons.

Probably would have been better a couple weeks ago when it was colder, but I can eat chili any time.

Yeah I've been made black and blue due to being difficult to pike and find a vein. My right arm is worthless and I can only be stuck in my left and even then if it's an IV, they have to do my wrist or top of hand.

Cool thing happened today. Someone bought one of my glass pieces back in 1991. His comment gave the reason for reaching out. I made a lot of glass pieces back then. It’s odd seeing a piece that I made 35 years ago that I recognize as mine but have no recollection of making. What a great surprise.

One of my favorite ceramic artist Ceramic Papi (Disrupted Clay). He’s cute, dorky and makes goofy videos introducing his pieces, gives them names and voices and always points out the “booty cheeks” that are on every piece. We finally were able to snag one. This one’s a bear and its name is Bubbles.

Yeah I just wait until they're fully done. I've had some major painful surgeries and procedures done. I've had multiple try failed IV's. I've been stuck so many damn times it's ridiculous. Just cannot watch....

That's me. I have blood drawn probably every 3 months too, for a laundry list of health issues and have had since the early 90's. You think I'd be used to it now. I don't get light headed or anything and am never nervous. I just do NOT want to watch.

My phlebotomist today called me young man. That was nice...

Question: When you have blood drawn, are you fascinated and have to watch them stick you and fill up all the little vials? (husband) Or are you like me and have to look the other way until their done?

Our plans to visit a new winery and lunch at our favorite place Mustards, was ruined today by road closures, marathon and a wreck. What normally would take an hour drive, turned into potentially 3. We gave up and picked up wine from another place and ate at Brasswood for lunch. Amazing food.

Oh my heart…

Finally purchased some prescription sunglasses and have to say how odd it is having a prescription in them when you’re not used to it all this time.

I love being able to sit outside in PS airport, as long as it's not in the months of April-October.

Just got mine today!

Ha! I can confirm these are real.

I’m only half way through but How to Get to Heaven from Belfast on Netflix is a really odd, weird and quirky mystery that has lots of holy shit moments. You’ll definitely need subtitles as the Irish accents are so thick.

Got a couple really good books in today. Polynesiacs Tiki at Home is a beautiful book of people’s personal at home tiki bars. Really gorgeous. The other is a book about the Disneyland Hotel from 1960-1964. Lots of photos I’ve never seen before.

Big mail day. Love my new shoes!

Watched Eric Dane: Famous Last Words is a one hour doc of him being interviewed about him, his life and legacy, knowing it will only air after he dies. That was the stipulation. The interviewer is doing everything in past tense when talking to him and it’s heartbreaking.

Have a lot of friends who have moved down to PV or have 2nd homes there. They’ve all checked in and are safe luckily. I would be terrified. So fucking scary.

Omg we were there!

Stuck in the presidio trying to get to the bridge. It’s taken us 50 minutes to go two blocks so far, traffic is so bad. I want to fucking scream.