There's a Fine, Fine Line...

Last weekend, under geas from the Universe, I made a List of what I wanted to achieve in the "near future." Amoung them was a set of requirements for a Lover. Since this weekend, this song from Avenue Q has been stuck in my head:

There's a fine, fine line between a lover and a friend;

There's a fine, fine line between reality and pretend;

And you never know 'til you reach the top if it was worth the uphill climb.


There's a fine, fine line between love

And a waste of time.

...

You gotta go after the things you want while you're still in your prime...

I made a List many years ago which was in my thoughts heavily when I made this one. I made the list and presented it to the Universe back then. And the Universe dutifully complied. I met Steve. He was exactly what I wanted. Except. He wasn't gay-or rather, he didn't want to be. I hadn't included that on my List because I thought well, duh, of course I want a gay man. But that's not how the Universe works. So I amended my List and resubmitted it to the Universe. And I got Ron. Who was "very nearly correct." Ron was quite the whirlwind. And I'm more of a solid grounded kind of guy--at least I was then thank you very much. We were together for a fair amount of time but it didn't last. I went back to the List to
try to amend it again but couldn't think how.

So now, here I am, with a new List. Waiting to see what happens. I'm older now (by definition), in fact, I'll be 42 in a few weeks. I hope I've grown up and hopefully have good things to offer my new Lover (thanks Hyperion!) I believe I do. Based on my List, he will, too :)

I'm happy enough on my own, but there are times when I'd like to share stuff with another guy. My buddy Sam and I have that kind of relationship. And it's almost good enough :) If he'd just put out once in a while, he'd be perfect for this.
But his wife won't go for it :) And I learned --and am reminded every couple years when I re-read The Last Herald-Mage--
that just because I don't have a great "love" to warm my life, there's no reason not to enjoy the "lesser" loves of my close friends. I do love you my friends, each of you.

Now I find out that Avenue Q is coming to Denver soon. Guess I need to find a way to go. I can take subtle hints from the Universe when required...

And now the obligatory geek reference: "6 by 9? 42? I always knew there was something funadamentally wrong with the Universe."

C'mon Get Happy

Tonight I went to see a new musical, My Favorite Things with some folks from work. It starred Shirley Jones, and Patrick Cassidy. Yes, *that* Shirley Jones.

It seemed so odd to see her still performing after all these years. It brought back some memories of growing up watching her in the Partridge Family.

The musical itself was very good, a retrospective kind-of-thing of Rogers and Hammerstein musicals from "Carosel" to "The Sound of Music." The four performers (two females, two males) singing "(What Do You Do About) Maria" dressed as nuns was wonderful! Each song got enthusiastic applause but by the end of the show, they hadn't sung the most obvious song "My Favorite Things." It seemed so odd, the curtain closed, the lights faded to black, and we started applauding.

Then the spots came back up and the four actors took their bows, then started singing "My Favorite Things." They got about a verse into then they stopped, the curtains reopened and the stage lights came back up and the Colorado Springs Childrens' Chorale was there, *they* sang "My Favorite Things" and "Doe Ray Me." It was beautiful, it moved me to tears somewhat.

I need to start getting out more. Life is about living. Not just working. I made a promise to myself this year that I would finish the remodel on my kitchen (going on for three years now), figure out what to do with the rocket company (that's another story for another time), and acquire a lover, all "little" projects that have been sitting too long. Tonight reminded me about my love of theatre. I wonder what other loves I can uncover in the next few months... stay tuned...

Title Reference: Duh! It's the Theme from the Partridge Family...