late update

Hello! Okay, I know it has been a while since I posted, but Britt and I have been very busy.

On the 23rd of July, Britt said the big "I Love You." And I said it right back! What can I say? Life is very good. We are still spending a lot of time together, but this month some of that time is being cut into by Britt's work as well as my need to spend time at home with Vera after tomorrow while David goes to Springfield to be with his mom, Ingma. She has been diagnosed with Pancreatic cancer and he wants to use August to spend some time with her, especially as he needs to start teaching in September. This news is the only real dark spot in my life right now, and it is very dark. Ingma is a sweet soul who is truly a fine lady. I will miss her.

On the happier side, I finally downloaded pics of my Miata and one of them is a great one of Britt and me.

The next one is a good one of the car and Britt.

Isn't her smile incredible!

July 16, 07

GIRLFRIENDS!

It was official on Friday... Britt and I are officially girlfriends. I can only speak for myself, but I am very happy about this.

It has been a busy couple of weeks since I last posted. On the 3rd I got my car and since then, I have done a lot of driving. I think I am not saving on gas, simply because I love driving it so much. But I feel better about driving because I am getting almost 30 mpg.

Miata bound

Okay folks I found a Mazda Miata. It is a 1990, blue, fabulous car and I can't wait to pick it up! Hopefully, it will happen on Tuesday or Wednesday! Pictures will follow...

In other news, Britt and I spent the weekend at her sister Elizabeth's Bed and Breakfast in Bath. It was great fun and reaffirms just how easy it is for us to be together. What I really like so far is that we are both so laid back. Neither is pushing one way or another (though I would really like to call us GF's, but she has this timeline thing happening... which is probably a good thing! It is just difficult to come up with a word for what we are...

More later.



Here is a photo of the car!

Which one?

Okay, so new "not girlfriend" and I have been playing the either or game... Mexican or Thai? Black or white? dogs or cats? What fun and what a great way to really get to know someone quickly. Horseback or hiking? cruise or mountain trip? cape or saltbox? We stayed up really late last night just playing the game... So far so good.

In the BTW column, it looks like I might finally be getting the insurance settlement from the accident in November. There won't be much extra on top of the bills, but it will probably be enough to buy a used Miata. How cool is that? Then I will sell my truck and pay off my Motorcycle and get rid of a few cc bills. Hopefully just in time for our week in P-town.

More later...

7 Months Later. . .

Well, it is 7 months later than my last post and tons has happened. I went with my two sisters to my Grandma's funeral in Oklahoma (where she was buried), and on the way back to my older sister's house we were in a car accident. We all ended up being okay, including the woman who pulled out in front of us on a busy highway. But I just finished the last of the chiropractic treatments for the damages. The accident really threw me for a loop. In mid-May, I decided to come out of my shell. Maybe the closeness of death kicked my ass, but I got really lonely and sad and hibernated for 6 months.

However, I am now out of my shell and going out with a really nice woman. I really didn't know how much I missed just being an out and about lesbian. We met after the dyke march and then saw each other after the parade and pretty much have been together every possible minute we aren't working or doing other stuff. The sex is great, the silences not awkward, the enjoyment genuine, the playfulness fun, and the similarities in our likes and dislikes, striking. I am really happy, like I haven't been for years. And I am amazed with the ease of us being together. It totally feels like I discovered my best friend. Since Pride week, we have had coffee (date 1); met up at the park for the festival, (date 2), attended the Maine Gay Men's Chorus (date 3); had dinner out (date 4); gone to a club and played pool (date 5); watched a movie (date 6); had dinner in Portsmouth with the Portland Lesbian Coffee House gang (date 7); gone on a romantic weekend getaway to P-town (date 8); gone to Ogunguit to see Jessi Mallory(date 9); and, attended a comedy show (date 10). Granted dates 2 through 5 were all in the same day, but somehow they count as separate occasions. It really has been a whirlwind, but it is all so incredibly comfortable and easy. No we have not rented a u-haul, nor are we discussing wedding plans. We are not even to the point of calling each other "my girlfriend." For as fast as it all has happened, we are both keeping our heads about us.

Okay, enough about that for now... more later.

Sad Days

I am in Dallas mourning the loss of my Grandma who died on Friday the 10th of November. Hers was a long deterioration from vibrant soul, to lost child in about a year. I last saw her in the Spring of 2005 and she was beginning to lose her short term memory, but had a remarkably easy time reminiscing about the war (that would be WWII). We lay in her bed one day, just before a nap, talking about all the boys who came home needing surgery and how she would sneak out for a smoke in the midst of 16 hour days of non-stop surgical procedures. I think she was most at home taking care of people... She certainly never forgot that she was a nurse. Even in the final days as she was moved from the hospital to a nursing home, she introduced herself, "I'm Edna Kamm, and I am an RN." After which she began planning a surgical schedule for patients only she knew about. But in the depths of her dementia, she was a nurse and it is that role that kept her alive through the loss of her eldest daughter, Nancy. And it was that role that made her life a living hell through the painful years of my Grandfather's emphysema. She never waivered, however.

My maternal grandparents adopted me when my mother and then my step-father died. I was 5 years old. Kamma, my elder sister was 8, my younger sister, Hollie a newborn. Hollie went to live with her father's parents, and Kamma and I went to stay with Grandma and Grandpa Kamm. We lived in a trailer park in Farmington, New Mexico. Papaw was a pipefitter for Bechtel Corp and worked on the power plant in Shiprock and then on the dam near Page, Arizona until he was diagnosed with Emphysema and we moved to Southern Colorado where he had hunted elk in the winters.

News of the day

Well, my grandmother was in the hospital for about a week. She has Congestive Heart Failure and they spent the week trying to get her heart rate down to a reasonable level. She is now in a nursing home. Mary Helen and Kamma have been doing all they can to make sure Grams is getting the best care. I am struggling with not being there, but there is really nothing I could do that would be helpful.

I had a surgical staple removed today. It was put in 22 years ago when I had my Right Anterior Cruciate Ligament reconstruction. It had worked its way out so that I couldn't kneel on it. I am still a bit woozy so will end my post here. More later...