Homer'sWorld

So the day after the election Matt and I got married. We had decided a few months ago that we needed to be married before the Supreme Court made some vile decision. Having an existing marriage contract would hopefully prevent our civil rights being taken away.

We invited a small number of people to the Presidio Museum and were married in the Territorial Courtyard in front of the arbor. I only cried a little as I read my vows. It was a sweet ceremony.

I had Patrick as my witness and Matt had his sister Laurie. Other folks there: Doug, Jeffrey, John G., Paul, David, John, Oliver, Juan, Lynn, Lisa, Amy, Kate, Ginger, and Wolf.

We are planning a big reception on the first of March.

Recording my thoughts. Well the election was weeks ago. And the shit show is going full force. Incompetent sycophants being put in positions of power. The Project 2025 fever dream coming true. Fucking evil Christians will be telling the rest of us how to live.

I was given a bottle of champagne. I am saving it for the day that Orange Monster dies. Hope to drink it sooner rather than later.

Two weeks ago an archaeologist I knew, not very well, died unexpectedly. He was 56. Life is cruel, he was a very nice man. Deserved to have a long life.

My kittens are now huge. How did that happen? Puff likes to knock things over. He also likes to watch birds on the computer. He is friendlier than Smokey Bear, who is pretty shy. I have had to modify my Holiday decoration scheme because they would destroy whatever I put up. The day of the cookie decorating party they will be locked up in the cat bathroom and the last few decorations put out, to be taken down immediately after the party.

Puff in the window.

Matt and I went to World Market, Michael's, and JoAnns, as well as the Gather Market and bought ornaments. It was good to think about other things than politics.

I make Matt pose for ridiculous pictures when we go to those stores.

Matt and Homer.

So the Orange Piece of Fucking Shit won. 

I don't think I have ever hated someone as much as I hate him.

When bad things happen to his supporters in the next four years, I hope they suffer. Really suffer. Anyone who voted for him, they deserve everything that is coming their way.

The last 12 recessions have all started under Republican presidents. I imagine another one will be here soon, because Republicans are only good at stirring up hatred towards minorities and giving rich people more money.

So anyways, end of rant. 

Next month I will have another lecture and a book signing. Then things cool off for a while.

 25 years and one month. I paid off my mortgage today. Four years and 11 months early. I guess paying $400 or $500 extra the last couple of years was worth it.

 Two weeks ago Warren sent me a message to tell me his husband Paul had died unexpectedly. Paul was one of the early group of gay bloggers and podcasters. I visited with him several times when I was in the DC area. We made a lemon meringue pie together one time, I well remember his worry about cleanup (his place was immaculate). During a podcast he ate a blueberry for charity (Paul had ARFID, an avoidant food intake disorder). He screamed when he discovered blueberries had seeds inside. We had a good time with that.

The last time I saw him in person was in 2006. We went to the US Botanical Gardens together and then to a winery with his then boyfriend, later husband Warren. At the wineries I pretended to know more about wine than I actually did. We followed each other on social media and I always sent him a Homer-made holiday card (he requested no glitter).

What month. Biden dropping out. Harris taking charge. The Democrats energized. I sent her campaign $200. When she wins I hope never to see the Orange Monster again.

I am doing a lot of surveys. Been all over the state except the northeast side. Caleb helped me out for a couple of days on my US 93 survey (34 miles total, walking).

Caleb and Homer.

A lot of enormous Joshua Trees on the north end, they are actually a type of yucca.

Caleb next to a yucca.

I went to Silver City to teach a historical archaeology class. The museum there has Mimbres pots- these are well known for the animal figures on them.

Mimbres vessels.

I bought plane tickets for Matt and I to go to Traverse City in October.

Smokey and Puff are getting big. I took them last week for their first shots. They weighed five pounds each, Puff a couple of ounces more than Smokey.

Smokey and Puff.

Another round of shots in a month and then they get "fixed." Turns out Smokey is actually a petite, pretty boy. I guess a replacement for Snowball.

 Yesterday afternoon Matt called me to warn me that a storm was heading my way. Around 5 PM it started to rain hard and then the wind came. I don't think it has ever been that windy at my house. 

The electricity went out soon afterward. Then the hail started. Branches came off the willow acacia in my front yard. Poor Ruby was so scared.

After the rain had mostly stopped I went outside. The backyard was a mess- everything torn apart. 

Another huge branch on the willow acacia broke off and is stuck in the top of the tree.

And no electricity. From my house north to Congress, only about six houses. No clue why and with 5,000 houses out of electricity, not sure when it will be fixed. I had to bring the contents of my freezer to work.

Oh and some 20-year-old with poor aim shot at Orange Monster. 

Puff Junior and Matt. Who is handsomer?

They are locked up in the dining room until they get bigger. Ruby really wants to go see them, but that is not allowed. Clyde could care less.

Although Clyde is pretty much able to take care of himself.

My anxiety about the fall election are high. It doesn't help that Biden can't shut up about fucking Israel and their fucking genocidal war against the Palestinians. Whatever good will I had towards Israel is gone.

I was very happy that Trump received 34 guilty counts yesterday. But will it do anything?