Sunday it was 79°. Monday it was 80°. Today it was 65°. Tomorrow the forecast calls for 33° with five inches of snow. Winter doesn’t want to end. It will be cold and wet for the first day of civil unions in Colorado.
Archive for April, 2013
It only took one signature this morning to execute the agreement that officially ends our relationship. I’m buying K’s share of the house. I’ll transfer funds from my savings account into his account later in the week. K deeded his share of the house over to me this morning. I’ll refinance the existing mortgage balance into my name on Friday. K and I will be roommates until his project ends in February and he finds a new place to live. It’s the formal end of one life and the beginning of a new one.
Last night I joined a group of fourteen at Bastien’s for Project Angel Heart’s Dining Out For Life annual fundraiser. Restaurants donate 25% of their food sales to Project Angel Heart which has been delivery meals to people with HIV/AIDS, cancer, kidney disease and other life-threatening illnesses since 1991. Over 300 area restaurants participated this year. Diners are also solicited for personal donations during dinner. Cindi, her boyfriend Joel, Barbara, Terry and Lee were on my end of the table. It was my first time meeting the other diners.
The food is always great at Bastien’s and last night was no exception. I had a good time but there were at least five different conversations at any one time. Terry and I made plans to attend the next gay networking event. I hadn’t seen Terry since his husband’s funeral last year. Cindi, Joel, Barbara and I talked about renting a house in Cabo this fall.
As I was leaving I ran into Mike and Chris who were dinning with a large party in the lower dinner room. I chatted briefly with Mike’s table and then headed home.
I was out of the house two nights in a row. Tonight will make three. I’m going to the last Friday of the month event at the DAM tonight and then heading over to Spark to see the Madeleine Dodge and Sue Simon show that opened last night. It should be a fun way to kick off the weekend.
I attended another gay networking event last night. This time it was held at the Clifford Still Museum. It was a handsome, well dressed crowd, which thankfully, had more women in attendance this time. I think a mix of men and women makes the event more interesting. Once again, I felt like a stranger in my own town. I only knew a few people in the crowd. I can appreciate a room full of good looking men and beautiful women but I have to admit I was more interested and moved by the art.
Clifford Still was a leader in the first generation of abstract expressionists. His contemporaries included Motherwell, Rothko, Pollock and de Kooning. Denver was blessed when it was chosen to be the home for this museum.
I met Sam and Al at the museum. They had already toured the galleries and were not impressed with the art. This did not surprise me. Al is a new friend so I don’t know a lot about his likes and tastes. Sam only likes representational art. Most of the art in his house features an elephant, or some other wildlife, and appears to be selected because it matches the décor of the room. Sam isn’t the type of person who goes outside the box and Still’s art never stayed within the lines of social norms for the times.
Sam and Al headed to the bar another round of drinks so I toured the galleries upstairs. I can’t find the words to describe how and why I was moved by the monumental paintings in the galleries. They were breathtaking. The use of a few colors along with positive and negative spaces produced spectacular masterpieces. Even the smaller works were impressive in their simplicity and color palate. I could have stayed upstairs all night but I returned downstairs to meet up with the guys.
I ran into a couple of people I met at previous networking events. Conversations were short as most of the guys seemed to want to work the room. I chatted with a guy who I’d seen at the gym before I left. He was a nice guy but I was getting tired so I bid him adieu around eight. Sam and Al had already left.
It felt great to get out of the house for a midweek art fix, a cocktail and a little socializing. It’s hard to beat hot guys, pretty women and great art.
Snow has been falling off and on since nine this morning. The forecast calls for five or six inches in the city and up to a foot in the higher elevations. The moisture is welcomed but the recent snowfalls have devastated the spring flowers. The first wave of tulips blooms were frozen when the temperature dipped down into the teens. The second wave was buried under nine inches of snow. At least I got to pick a big bunch of daffodils and hyacinths before the snow ruined them. This is the ugliest spring I can remember.
Another original house in the neighborhood is scheduled to be demolished. It’s a 4,600 sq. ft. six bedroom mid-century ranch on an acre lot. The existing house was gutted to the studs four years ago and has been sitting empty. The owners had a change in fortune and were unable to complete the remodel. The proposed new house will be a 7,200 sq. ft. story and a half. The architectural committee has yet to approve the new house. The house will be built by a custom home builder who lives in the neighborhood so I’m sure it will get approved. This will be the fourth new home under construction in the neighborhood. Three of them, including this house, are on the same street. Change seems to be constant here, and, for the most part, it is good here.
One of the hardest things about my relationship ending has been changing “we” to “I”. For twenty years I have been coupled. Now that I’m single there is no longer a “we”. In conversations I often find myself referring to past events I experienced with K. We went to Paris. We rented a house in P-Town. We flew business class to Frankfurt. We hosted a dinner for Cindi. We bought paintings from Madeleine Dodge. We have a koi pond in the back yard. We often dined with Tom and Sheila.
I have to make a conscious effort to talk from the “I” perspective. I am so used to saying “we” that I find this this hard to do. I know this probably sounds rather silly to most people but it is one of the little details of ending a relationship that most people probably never think about. There is no more “we”. There is only “I”.