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thirteenrocksIn some aspects I've always had a seperate life from what my parents are aware of. This walter-mitty type of lifestyle rerupted during high school when I hid my homosexuality from everyone who was anyone. One secrete led to another, a domino effect with no ending.
Its a choice to choose what you want others to know about you. My personal life was no concern for my parents although I have respect for them. Great respect.
Living four hours north of any family members, I tend to have my own life and my own way of doing things. Not that I try to hide anything anymore, its the mere fact the distance gives me freedom I don't share.
Of course with the yearly arrival of the parents, my anxiety level shot up pretty high.
Wednesday they arrived and as assumed a massive cleaning extravaganza ensued. I kept my cool, and started to work on cleaning the loft. At anyrate the house is clean. Mom gave me another lecture on how to properly wash clothes, and by evening all was said and done.
They loved MR. Borris, and thought what I did to the house was right on. Mom loved the dinning room (the only "real" room that is 100% finished. By nightfall we went out of mexican food, had a good conversation, and played cards till it was bedtime.
One of the wierd things is dad asked me if I was growing Marijuna in the back-yard. He thought mr. borris was in it. "what?", I didn't even know dad knew what Marijuna was, more-or less assume that I would be growing it. No, I am not, but it surrpised me....
Thursday morning brought Krispy Kreme donuts, coffee and conversations as well all got an early start. I ran some errons and we were awaiting for the day to begin for 2 visitors from my home town who were going to stop on by on the way through to Minneapolis. Got that?!?
Mary jo and dick have been friends of the family for years. Met Mary-jo in church, and although we both are quite differn't, we both scrapbook at heart. Mary-jo was friends with my dad during his school days in the town of 600. Mary Jo doesn't know me that well.
Mary-jo and Dick arrived around 2p.m. (we thought they would be here at noon). They loved the house, Mary-JO was very tuned into everything. Looked at Everything.
I have some framed artwork by a gay artist Steve Walker (http://www.questart.com/). She asked what they were about, and I said, just artwork. They are VERY gay orientated. Not-nudes, but gay themed as well.......
She asked about a girlfriend, and there is none. I thought maybe she would put two-and-two together, but atlass the light was on and no one was home... Even though I remember that time we met at the COuntry Kitchen for breakfast, moments before she arrived a co-worker I used to work with there asked if I was gay. Someone had brought up my name.....or something.. it was odd...
Afternoon was spent talking on the poarch. I remained silent and took it all in. It was a breath of fresh air to hear my elders bitch and moan about work and using four letter words as SHIT, FUCKER, ect. Actually them stopping by was a highlight of the afternoon.
Took them out to dinner, and spent the night playing cards with mom and dad.
IT was a refreshing visit, that turned out o.k. I had nothing to worry about...
Its a choice to choose what you want others to know about you. My personal life was no concern for my parents although I have respect for them. Great respect.
Living four hours north of any family members, I tend to have my own life and my own way of doing things. Not that I try to hide anything anymore, its the mere fact the distance gives me freedom I don't share.
Of course with the yearly arrival of the parents, my anxiety level shot up pretty high.
Wednesday they arrived and as assumed a massive cleaning extravaganza ensued. I kept my cool, and started to work on cleaning the loft. At anyrate the house is clean. Mom gave me another lecture on how to properly wash clothes, and by evening all was said and done.
They loved MR. Borris, and thought what I did to the house was right on. Mom loved the dinning room (the only "real" room that is 100% finished. By nightfall we went out of mexican food, had a good conversation, and played cards till it was bedtime.
One of the wierd things is dad asked me if I was growing Marijuna in the back-yard. He thought mr. borris was in it. "what?", I didn't even know dad knew what Marijuna was, more-or less assume that I would be growing it. No, I am not, but it surrpised me....
Thursday morning brought Krispy Kreme donuts, coffee and conversations as well all got an early start. I ran some errons and we were awaiting for the day to begin for 2 visitors from my home town who were going to stop on by on the way through to Minneapolis. Got that?!?
Mary jo and dick have been friends of the family for years. Met Mary-jo in church, and although we both are quite differn't, we both scrapbook at heart. Mary-jo was friends with my dad during his school days in the town of 600. Mary Jo doesn't know me that well.
Mary-jo and Dick arrived around 2p.m. (we thought they would be here at noon). They loved the house, Mary-JO was very tuned into everything. Looked at Everything.
I have some framed artwork by a gay artist Steve Walker (http://www.questart.com/). She asked what they were about, and I said, just artwork. They are VERY gay orientated. Not-nudes, but gay themed as well.......
She asked about a girlfriend, and there is none. I thought maybe she would put two-and-two together, but atlass the light was on and no one was home... Even though I remember that time we met at the COuntry Kitchen for breakfast, moments before she arrived a co-worker I used to work with there asked if I was gay. Someone had brought up my name.....or something.. it was odd...
Afternoon was spent talking on the poarch. I remained silent and took it all in. It was a breath of fresh air to hear my elders bitch and moan about work and using four letter words as SHIT, FUCKER, ect. Actually them stopping by was a highlight of the afternoon.
Took them out to dinner, and spent the night playing cards with mom and dad.
IT was a refreshing visit, that turned out o.k. I had nothing to worry about...
