Not much going on here lately, except the mayoral election.

Dem vs Rep Male vs Female New Line vs Old Line and the list goes on.

I am for the Dem Male New Line

The Rep is the Female, Old Line to believe it or not.

Not much else, I need to weed the beds here at the house to make the fall colors come out.

I am waiting for Fall to show up here in Central La.

I went to Mass this morning. Early Mass.

Very few folks there this morning in the Chapel.

I have a birthday party to go to late this afternoon. It is for a friend on mine who is turning 53. ..... I am approaching that mark soon myself.

I can't believe that I am that old. I don't feel that old, most of the days.

Then, as I sit here, on Albert Street, on the Red Bricks, I realize that time is passing on, and I am passing with it. There is no method..... by which I can step off the street and sit on the bench for a lil' while.

In gay terms I am most likely 78 yrs old.... Gay is for the youth...even tho the body says different....the mind is still young...

I hope I keep a young mind....for years to come.

I have had the dumps.....

I miss Mark.............................

He has moved on...................................

I evidently have not............................................

I believe that I loved him more than I knew ....or realized.....

I have a chance to go see a former pres. GHWB.

He will be in town tomorrow.

At first I thought it was a wonderful opportunity.

Then as I got to thinking about it, pondering it...

Nope, I can not. He was a part of the Reagan era, he contributed to that Republican ideology, that cause so many to pass with out help.

So, today I will decline the invitation.

I can not compromise my beliefs and abandon those who have passed before us.

Well.

M stopped in on Sunday for the first time.

He returned the house key.

It was the first time I had actually been in his presence since Sept 12.

When he walked thru the door, we hugged, we cried.

I could say its over. I don't want to say that. But in reality it is.

I asked him if he loved me. He said, he couldn't really say.

But not at this time.

I realized I had lost him some where on the path of life.

Again, the crossroad of Life is at my call.

Who's knocking on the door...not Mark.

As we parted, he called my last name as he stepped into his car...



He said........


"Good Bye Mr. Thompson"

Here is the letter that M wrote to be posted on the blog.

Up until now.....I haven't posted it ..for what ever reasons...mostly personal ones that I was trying to deal with.

A letter from M to all: type in the exact way he wanted it.


"Hello All,

This is M, one last time. Today is my last day on the Red Bricks. I have all my stuff in storage, and I will be staying with friends until other things are settled,living accommodations to be more exact. We decided that it would be best if I would move out while he was gone on his great pilgrimage.

It is kind of strange, I am happy to be leaving the city, but will miss certain aspects of the whole city life thing. Having somebody to come home to after a long day at work will be greatly missed, and great example of the things I will miss the convenience of everything as to where we live. But I'm ready to go back to the country and not be able to look out my bathroom window into the my neighbor's dining room. Most people never even notice that kind of thing, but people who grew up in the country notice it quickly. Its just not normal.

This marks the end of a year of extreme ups and extreme downs. I would not have been able to make it through either of them without his help. Let me stress that point again, I would have never made it through this past year without his help and I greatly appreciate everything he has done for me, from loving me to supporting me in all my decisions in my life. I don't think he understands what kind of an impact on my life he has had.

Now, after a little over a year, it is time we parted for some time away from each other. I am not saying it will be forever we don't know that, but we do need time apart.

Good luck to all, maybe I'll type ya'll again before it is all over, but it will not be for some time.

Mark "

Back from the Lower Country.

Work ...Work.....Work


My thoughts have waned to some extent on M.

Not entirely.......

I passed his home place the other day.

I thought of him.

Saw his boss ...According to him ...all is great.

Which I know it would be...M is a very intelligent guy.

I wish M well.

I miss M.

OK... on to other subjects at hand.

The painting in the house is doing really good.

Having a professional painter is worth the money.

I signed up for a cruise to Alaska...I need a partner to go with me.

and no other happenings that I can think of.

Nothing is going on.

Other than I believe I am in the mourning period of this past relationship.

I am not trying to have any sympathy here...its just hard for me.

I didn't know how attached I had become to M.


Now, I have to travel this week down South. So, I am heading down South. Doing some work down there.

Seeing a few friends, also.

I have been neglected the blog....I will do better.

With the failure of love, comes the reality of hope.

Hope that one's being will again find that emotional bond.

One must seek Hope. Hope is not around the corner.

With M's departure, I find my self searching for Hope.

M left for several reasons.

1) He did not like living in the city. As he stated to me, he didn't like standing in the bathroom and gazing out into the dining room of the house next door.

2) He didn't feel part of the house, it was not his, he tried his best to make it his, placing his art work around the house, putting his bed in the bedroom, redoing the bathroom he called his.

3) Along the way, I tried to make him feel a part of the city, by having friends come over, stop in, drop by, and in the end that was another reason he departed, living in a neighborhood, means neighbors.

All in all, he thanked me for doing everything I did for him.

As I recount that first meeting, as I rounded the corner of the house and saw him sitting there.........

I thought at that moment there was Hope.

Tis Saturday Night in Alex'.

All is ok.

Had supper with Lisa tonight, fresh red drum, nice pinot noir, salad...Good!!!!.

Tomorrow, I am off to CoCodrie to paddle with some lesbians that want me to take them. Its an afternoon paddle with a steak supper afterwards.

Should be interesting...considering the butch factor.

Not to much to report on the home front. Life being single is awkward, however I am doing ok. I am getting back into my routine, going to the gym more, eating better (no breads, pasta, or rice), just veggies and fish.

For the moment, all is ok on the Red Bricks of Central La.

Yep... Its Over

There is a run off.

Him and Her or is it Her and Him

So, come Nov 7th we will see if it is one of the H's.

On another note. M left me a post to place on here. I haven't yet.

I am finding it painful to post it.

I am finding it painful to deal with some of the events surrounding his moving out.

I have thoughts of bitterness, thoughts of should I have done this or that, thoughts of its me again, thoughts that life as a whole does goes on.

One day in the future I will post his thoughts.

He wrote his last letter to me as a blog post. So, that is why I haven't really posted it.

He wrote the letter to be posted on the blog...not to me!!!!!!!