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CIRCUS!:

Yesterday was consumed with and by the Cirques de Soliel.

We went to the Pamona Fairplex (LA County Fairgrounds) to see VAREKAI the new tent show.

It is OK! Stunning in parts and a little of a let down in others.

For some unexplained reason, two acts were left out; one started and ended abruptly. Weird.

We have seen, maybe, ten Cirques shows now, and John says that maybe it is something that you can only do so many times and then you begin to see behind the wizard's curtain.

As usual, I think that John may be right.

We met Randy and his new friend Tom in the parking lot, had lunch, visited a while and saw the show.

We found out that Randy is getting a house! He was second in line in a bid on a condo in Long Beach and the first offer fell through. It is a great place and we are sooooooo happy for him.

Another kind of excitement on the trip was getting lost after the show and shouting at each other for awhile--the usual about 'you never ask directions' (just like a man) and all that cliche garbage that people get into but with two men, well, never mind.

I will not tell you who got lost and who got to holler as it is all the same and once played out, everything gets quiet; and it does not matter. It could have been either one of us.

By the time we got to the 10 and headed home--in the RAIN--in the NEW SEBRING CONVERTIBLE LXI we were happy lovers again and all was forgotten. The benefit of 28 years and knowing it is all just stuff.

The new car is a dream on the highway and is wind and water proof! Of course, it should be, but many of them are not.

BIRTHDAY BOY:

So we had a short birthday for Franklin. He got sung to and petted and then abandoned to his dogsitter Dan for the day.

They had a good, but quiet, time as Franklin gets a little shut down in a new situation.

But all was well when we returned.

He stayed very very close to us through the evening! Usually an inch behind us as we walked around and directly between us when we walked anywhere more or less together.

SADDAM:

You know? I will be completely honest with you.

We were totally wrapped up in getting out of here to go to the circus.

I did my Sunday bike ride (the coldest this year), showered, made us lunch. Fretted over details. And so on.

I sort of glanced at the news and saw the headline and it did not sink in. I just went ahead with things.

Then, Dan got here and we prepped and all; and as I was going to shut down the computer--sleep--I looked and there it was with the picture and all on Yahoo.

I had no real reaction. I was curious of course, but it had no emotional hit with me at all.

Here is the funny part. I looked at the picture of this unkempt disheveled man and felt sorry for him.

It still means nothing to me that he has been found.

I do not have a lot of 'retribution' energy in me. I get it intellectually but it has no resonance.

My greatest concern is that it will mean nothing to anyone there either and the killing will proceed; and we will be stuck, as we have been before, with an intractable situation.

I feel a little funny putting this reaction down in the blog as I think other people would think that maybe it is a bit unpatriotic. How many more qualifiers can I have in THAT sentence?

Nevertheless, I think that I am VERY patriotic, perhaps to a fault some time. I believe fervently in fundamental AMERICAN values.

But this thing just seems so fucking sad somehow.

And I determined in the beginning of this that I would be as honest as I could in the blog thing and if I could not be honest I would leave whatever it is out.

Does that make sense?