A German-speaking colleague reminds me to wish you all “…einen gute Rutsch ins Neue Jahr!” I love that expression – “a good slide into the new year…” – he tells me that alcohol is usually involved in the process.
We’re ‘sliding’ into the New Year in Wales UK, training our acrobatics in the mornings in our barn at the farmhouse Cefn Derwen and then doing shows each evening about 100 miles away. Karen and Clare are living in a truck with all our stuff rather than travel back and forth, which leaves Dave, Pete and I plus kids Leo and Jaymee packed into one car. Karen, a part-time trucker back in the US anyway, is having serious difficulties driving on what we perceive as the ‘correct’ side of the road…
Leo ‘slides’ into 2013 notching up eleven years today. We celebrated this both by throwing him into the river (air temperature 1C and lower than water temp today!) – if we hadn’t got there first, he’d have jumped in himself –
We also celebrated by sharing with him the contents of a little bottle I brought from our Man.Power gym in Tenessee. A weird tradition of collecting a bead of sweat from all our friends to ‘celebrate’ the collective enthusiasm for tough physical training and remind him of his obligations in that respect whilst away from base – a drop or two on his tongue and rubbing the rest into his chest. I know, we’re really weird.
Not that he needs any encouragement to hit the weights and do his flexibility and acrobatic stuff. His personal young ‘weights mates’ back home, Chris and Billy, made their contributions too. And he has made really good friends with a couple of local boys in the ‘Young Farmers’ who are as body conscious as he is – they’re slightly older than him but in awe at what he can do and very willing to learn from him, so that uses up the rest of the time very successfully!
I’ve finished the second proof reading of Against All Odds, and the memories of the bad times and how we got through them a few years ago brought a little tear to my eye again. I know, that’s weird too: I wrote the stuff and so why it affects me in that way is perhaps a little ridiculous. We’re hoping to get that out – and finish off the job started by Loving the Boy and The Power of Love - by about end of February. Then we’ll see. I’m still trying to decide whether to write someting else – won’t be about us, though. Definitely not. One thing that would convince me to do it is if the sales of the first ones picked up a bit. Hint!!
LOVE. That’s the theme that comes across all the time when I re-read what I wrote already. Gay love, yes, but not entirely. After all, I have a son and Dave has a daughter – who will also be eleven years old later this week. It was, shall we say, a joint effort. And Karen and Clare, their mums, are gay too.
LUST?? Well, maybe. LAWN CARE?? Erm, well in Wales the sheep take care of that – and they use BOTH sides of the road, as well!
But it’s the LOVE thing that makes the world go around, and so let’s celebrate the arrival of 2013 with some images of boys sharing their love in various ways:
Ah! Reading – now that’s a REAL GOOD IDEA… (!!)
Next, some mutual admiration (and why not?):
Yeah. Let 2013 be the year in which we all treasure the love of our nearest and dearest, love them back, enjoy the company of our best mates and friends, and, well, just try and be nice to everybody 100% of the time. Why not?
And keep up the fitness training – however spartan your facilities, there’s always a way!
And, above all, thanks, Dave, just for being there for me. Luv ya!