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Just A Mutt

Morgan, the relentless bargain hunter, found a two for one deal for Ancestry’s DNA test. Morgan’s husband had previously had his DNA tested, but frugal Morgan declined to do so as he didn’t want to pay $99. Morgan asked me if I wanted test my DNA. I’d been thinking about it for a while so I agreed.

I got my test results on Saturday. Morgan’s has yet to be processed, which is strange given we mailed our kits on the same day from the same mailbox. I even mailed mine six hours later than Morgan.

Growing up, I always thought I was mostly of German descent. All of my relatives on my dad’s side of the family have German surnames. My mother always insisted she was French with a little bit of English thrown in. My mother has very French surname and insisted all her children take French in high school.

The results didn’t agree with my parents. I’m a true mutt. My DNA is 48% English and Welsh, 24% German, 16% Irish and Scottish, 10% French and 2% Norwegian. I called my father to share the results. He was surprised by the findings. I asked if he wanted to do a DNA test. He quickly declined my offer to pay for the test. I found his reluctance surprising. Is he hiding something?

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It’s the end of the day. The end of the weekend. I’ve been in bed for two hours. I haven’t felt well all day. Morgan had a dinner party last night. He served a vegetarian meal as the guest of honor had many dietary restrictions, which made a vegetarian meal the best option. Something he served didn’t agree with me. I took the bed in mid-afternoon in the hope that a nap would make me feel better. I do feel better now that I’m up.

Morgan met a guy he took an interest in. Morgan wants to build up his friend base but I got the impression the Morgan may have had more in mind given his partner has several men on the side. The man was the guest of honor last night. The man is an artist. I met the artist in passing a few years ago. I know the man’s work which is stellar. He’s one of the established heavy weights of the local art community which is one of the reasons I was invited to dinner.

A post-mortem about the dinner this morning with Morgan revealed there was too much talk about art last night. The guest of honor commanded the conversation for most of the night. I had an excellent time as I love talking to artists and talking about art. Morgan was not as pleased as I was. Morgan has decided not to continue to pursue a friendship with the man.

In other news, I spent time on Temptation Island on Friday night. The detective and I saw Bohemian Rhapsody after work. A late dinner followed the movie. The detective’s husband saw the movie with his boyfriend and another man in spite of the fact he had promised to go with the detective. Over dinner, the detective told me his husband has asked for a divorce. His husband has great timing given the detective has accepted a new position with another firm which will double his salary. I’m guessing the husband will ask for support given he only makes $30k a year and has lived a cushy life thanks to the detective. I listened but offered no advice or opinions. After dinner we called it a night. We didn’t drop trou.

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Friday night was cold and misty with low temperatures and a promise of snow. The few gallery opening didn’t seem promising. I stayed home and cleaned my living room and dining room. I was tempted to text the detective but I chose not seek temptation. Another chapter in the life of an urban gay man. Doesn’t that sound like a fun time for a single guy on Friday night?

Saturday was cold again. I managed to clean the kitchen and family room, put up a few holiday decorations, hit the gym and fix a nice dinner. After dinner, I was once again thinking about the detective but managed to avoid texting him. It was best he stay on his side of town. It was to be another Saturday night of Netflix. At least I had a clean house with some holiday cheer even if I was to only one to enjoy it.

This morning, my neighbor, Sheila, dropped off an extra copy of the New York Times that had been delivered to her house. Sheila told me she decided to splurge on a housekeeper in the coming year. She was disappointed to find out the cheapest service was $500 a week, which covered the cost of four maids for two hours. When did housekeepers’ salaried rise to over $60 per hour? Sheila has a three bedroom house with three bathrooms just at 3,000 square feet. It seems to be another case of price gouging. People assume if you live in a neighborhood where all the new homes come with seven figure price tags, you have the same income as those building expensive homes. Granted most of the existing residents are sitting on a pile of equity as a result of a relentless rise in house prices in the central city neighborhoods. I’m guessing few can afford to pay $2,000 a month to have a house cleaned.

Sheila decided not to hire the housekeeper. She will continue to clean her house as I do. Instead, she’ll splurge at Nordstrom.

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Pricey Art

I had a great time in Santa Fe. Cindi and I did a gallery tour on Friday. I saw some great art but most was priced out of my reach. I managed to spend a day in the galleries and not make a purchase. One gallery we visited had $2m worth of art in two rooms. Granted, it was a large gallery, but that’s a lot of expensive art for one space. In addition, there were two abstract metal sculptures outside the gallery that were priced at $750,000 and $350,000. The more expensive sculpture had sold.

Santa Fe is a wonderful place but it seems to be populated by people with money and people who are struggling, with very few people who could be considered middle class. It also has some of the worst drivers on the planet along with a high number of drunk driving arrests. Make sure your car insurance premium is paid if you take your car to Santa Fe.

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Why Are Some People Lazy?

I was texting with Mike on Wednesday afternoon. He was at his office and I was at home. He had heard the house next door to his old house recently sold. He asked me to google the sale price. Seriously? Mike is sitting in front of a computer and texting me on an iPhone, yet he asks me to search for the sale price. It’s the height of laziness. He could merely ask Siri or google it himself, or he could have his assistant look it up. I didn’t bother to look. I waited a few minutes and told him the price wasn’t posted yet.

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Avoiding Reality

Mack and I hit the art openings on Friday night. Space Gallery opened another stellar show of large scale abstract paintings, Tracey Russell presented her wonderful abstract paintings at Core New Art Space and Bug opened an installation at Pirate Contemporary Art which seems to be a commentary on the current political unrest, along with choosing good, bad or indifference. It was a good night for art.

Mack finally secured full time employment at Crate & Barrel which included a promotion. He’s making more money in retail than he was at the architectural firm. Mack is now concentrating on building up a financial reserve, which, is a good thing.

After the art tour, I rushed home as Cindi was arriving from New York. I should have known better. She was flying out of JFK in the evening which usually means the flight will be delayed. Cindi was due to be at my house by 9 but didn’t arrive until after 11. She had planned on leaving first thing in the morning but ended up sleeping in which meant my plans for Saturday were tossed out the window. Cindi treated me to lunch at a Vietnamese restaurant which has excellent pho. After lunch, I dug some yarrow and rose campion out of my garden for Cindi to take back to Santa Fe. Cindi finally left a little after 2, making a stop in Boulder for art supplies, and then back to New Mexico.

I headed to the gym after Cindi left. I had a long, much needed workout. Post workout, I watched Hinterland, a Welsh crime drama series on Netflix, in an attempt to avoid any media coverage of current events. I spent the rest of the weekend doing household chores, watching Hinterland and reading non-political articles in the New York Times. I didn’t want to return to reality.

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One Less Bucket List Item

Cindi stopped by earlier in the week to drop off her car off at my house before flying to New York. A friend of hers scored Bruce Springsteen concert tickets for the amazing low price of $800 each. A Springsteen concert was a bucket list item so Cindi threw financial caution to the wind and hopped on a plane. She returns too late this evening to drive back to Santa Fe so she’s spending the night in my guest room. Tomorrow morning she makes a stop in Boulder before taking the back roads to Taos and then on to Santa Fe.

I have to admire Cindi’s sense of adventure but I would never spend $800 for a concert ticket. I have no problem spending $800 or more on a painting so I guess it’s all about priorities. Pollack, Lichtenstein and Warhol are on my bucket list. They will probably still be there when I die.

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