Wrapping up the weekend

I had planned to spend the holiday yesterday doing some laundry and cooking for the week ahead, then visiting with Jeffrey and snapping some pictures of his viola de gamba so I could post pictures here of what a beautiful instrument it is.

Instead, I had lunch with Russell while we discussed his new website, beadedlightbulbcovers.com. He registered the domain name himself and invested in a .Mac account and iLife from Apple Computer. He's forwarded the domain name to the site that he's building using iWeb, Apple's new web site creation tool.

He's understandably proud of what he's accomplished almost entirely on his own. He still had questions, so we returned to my apartment for a question and answer period. He was particularly fascinated by the keystrokes used to navigate between programs and hide windows.

Jeffrey called about 2 p.m., so I ushered Russell out into the cold and walked around the corner to Jeffrey's apartment, packing my camera and computer. The camera was to take pictures of his viol, and the computer was so I could burn the pictures to CD if I couldn't connect my camera to his computer for whatever reason.

We never got around to taking the pictures. Instead, we sat down to slices of home-baked cake and talked with each other all afternoon and into the evening. He whipped up a pizza for our dinner which was delicious. I ended up spending the night, waking at 6 a.m. to run around the corner to my own apartment to get ready for my day.

I slept rather fitfully, because I was on the right side of the bed. For some reason, I only sleep comfortably on the left side. I keep trying to break myself of this habit so that I can more easily accommodate my bed partners, but every time I try, I end up night getting a full night of sleep. I'm sure Jeffrey noted each time I tossed and turned.

My day with Jeffrey was a wonderful cap to a fantastic weekend.

Ouch.

Every once in a while, a friend of mine mentions some previous boyfriend that betrayed them in some way. Maybe they were fooling around. Maybe they contracted HIV. Maybe they dumped them.

The ironic thing is that I did all of these things to Russell.

Fooling around was approved, subject to limits which I violated. Contracting HIV, of course, was not approved. Dumping was nowhere on his RADAR.

Then there were the two men that I dated when I was a twenty-year-old in Jacksonville, Florida. Two men that I cut off without even a word. I just stopped seeing them when things became too complicated for me to handle.

Hearing stories of crimes committed by men I never even met still gives me pangs of guilt for my own misdeeds.

Love in a box

I got a care package from my parents delivered to my office today which contained:

• four sweaters, all of them half-price
• two bath towels
• a package of boxer briefs
• a package of tighty-whities
• a complete set of bed sheets
• a package of tiny zip-loc bags for medications
• a box of sugar-free pecan candies
• two packages of sugar-free chocolate-covered caramels
• ten packages of no-sugar-added french mint chocolates

Sweaters, underwear, housewares and sugar-free candy. Perhaps my mom thinks I'm sweet enough already. ;-)