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The New Mexican Era

Cindi is now a New Mexican. I didn’t see her before she left town. Cindi moved a few weeks ago to a borrowed house in Albuquerque. Cindi will eventually settle in Santa Fe. Until then, she has a free place to stay. Cindi is contemplating renting space for a studio/art gallery in Santa Fe. Running a gallery will be like returning home. Cindi leaves for a horseback riding adventure in Spain two weeks from today. I know I’ll see her before she leaves. I’m gifting her with Ambien for the flight.

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A picture post for today. I’m counting down the days until I return to servitude.

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The Wrong Message

Mike sold his Range Rover. He never really liked driving the Range Rover because it sent the wrong message. He’s been driving a borrowed SL550 roadster.

Mike showed up at Trade last night with a new white convertible E-Class with a red leather interior. The car was too flashy for my taste. One of the guys looking at the car said it resembled a bloody tampon. I wonder what type of message the E-Class is sending.

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Cool Mom Quote

Here’s a quote from a good friend’s Facebook page:

“In my day job, I am a scientist. I don’t just write fiction.”

She’s also a really cool mom of three boys, a wife and an artist while making a living as a scientist. And she’s a writer. How cool is that?

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The house has been sold. The business has been liquidated. The warehouse has been cleaned out. Cindi said goodbye to Scar Top Mountain, her home for the last ten years, before driving out of town earlier this week. Cindi will be hanging out in Santa Fe and other parts of New Mexico for the near future. I envision her wandering naked in remote parts of the Chihuahuan Desert burning sage and dancing around a campfire while she plots the next phase of her life. She’s been known to camp in isolated places which enable her to ditch clothes. Cindi may be a girly girl with always the right shade of lipstick but she also knows how to take care of herself in the wilderness. Her father, who worked for the Fish and Wildlife Service, taught her well.

Before Cindi left town she brought a truck load of art to my house for safekeeping. She has a great art collection, which was collected over many years of running and co-owning an art gallery. She acquired works by rising young stars who have become successful fixtures in the regional art market. Many of the pieces she bought are by artists who are now collected. She was also given a number of significant pieces by artists she represented. Cindi always had a good eye for talent. She’s credited with starting the careers of a number of local artists.

As we were unloading one huge abstract painting, Cindi cautioned me to be careful as the piece had appraised for $30k. The painting is now hanging in my dining room. Another valuable piece is in my guest bedroom. The rest of the collection is stored in my basement on tables to protect the works from any possible water damage from a sewer back up or the water heater failing.

Cindi and I laughed about her being a homeless woman with a six-figure art collection. It was a bittersweet moment. It was the end of an era. Cindi has lived in Denver since she graduated from college. Now she’s starting another adventure. Cindi and I will always be friends. We will just be in different cities for now.

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Dear Sweet Kevin

I met Kevin a few years ago at a holiday party. I thought I got a gay vibe from him but guessed I was wrong when he introduced me to his wife. Kevin’s wife was a charming woman but paled in comparison to Kevin. Kevin was strikingly handsome and smartly dressed. He looked intensely into my eyes during our conversation. He exuded masculinity while simultaneously being sweet and sincere. Mack was at the same party. Mack also met Kevin. Mack also thought Kevin was gay. Mack and I nicknamed him dear sweet Kevin.

I kept on running into dear sweet Kevin at gallery openings. He was never with his wife. Mack also encountered Kevin without his wife on numerous occasions. Last December Kevin was at a holiday party I attend with Mack. Kevin was alone and not wearing his wedding ring. Kevin and I talked at length. He still had intense eye contact. Kevin never mentioned his wife and I didn’t inquire. Mack had a similar experience with Kevin at the party. I thought it was odd that Kevin spent most of his time at the party in conversation with the only two gay men in attendance. Dear sweet Kevin was handsome as ever. He was now sporting a beard which made him even hotter. Mack and I compared notes on the way home. Both of us expected Kevin to come out in the near future.

Kevin was at a summer party I attended a few weeks ago. Again, we had a long conversation. I noticed Kevin was not wearing his wedding ring. Towards the end of our conversation he started talking about his girlfriend. I guess he wasn’t gay after all. When he was leaving the party he gave me a long hug. It was a hug that lasted a little too long. I ran with it. I’m not going to turn down a firm hug from a handsome man with a hot body. Although, it did leave me wondering.

I ran into dear sweet Kevin at a gallery opening last weekend. Again he was fashionably dressed. Kevin toured the gallery with me. At one point, I was walking out the door to put a business card in my car. Kevin rushed up me to ask why I was leaving. He asked me to stay. I thought that was odd. I told Kevin I would be back in a few minutes. Kevin was waiting for me at the door. We resumed our conversation until Perry arrived with her entourage.

Towards the end of the evening, Kevin introduced me to his girlfriend. I thought it was strange that she had been there the whole time but Kevin never mentioned her.

Later, I was talking to the hostess of the summer party who was also at the opening. I asked her about Kevin since she has known him for years. She said dear sweet Kevin was confused. Kevin divorced his wife but now has a girlfriend. She was expecting Kevin to come out. I guess I wasn’t alone.

Kevin was at that door when I was leaving. Once again, dear sweet Kevin gave me a long hug. Again, I ran with it. Again, the hug was a bit too long.

It’s not uncommon for me to get hugs from straight men. They are usually what I call the bro hug. It’s a quick embrace with one hand patting each other’s back follow by a rapid release. Kevin’s are a full hug with both arms wrapped around you.

I don’t care which team dear sweet Kevin plays on. He’s a handsome interesting man. Conversations with Kevin are always stimulating. He’s fun to be around. I just hope he is happy with himself. I hope he’s not confused.

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I took in the Cherry Creek Arts Festival on Sunday. Cindi and Mack joined me. It was late in the day just after cloud cover moved in. I was thankful for the cloudy sky as I didn’t want to roast in the afternoon heat while walking on the paved streets. I saw some great art but there seemed to be an abundance of ceramics and jewelry offerings. Cindi and Mack felt the same way.

I was struck by how much Cherry Creek North, which hosts the festival, had changed in the last year. Developers started to descend upon the neighborhood about five years ago. Relentless redevelopment has wiped away the charm of the neighborhood. Small one and two-story buildings housing local stores and restaurants have been replaced by shiny new eight to twelve-story mixed-use structures that are a variation of the same theme. Ground-floor retail, upper levels housing office space or hotel rooms with insufficient underground parking. Developers assembled large blocks of land to erect their new buildings wiping out the individual character of the smaller buildings. Most of the local business have moved or closed as they could not afford the rent increases. National and international retail chains have moved in giving the area a totally new look and feel. The area looks like any other city now. I counted at least nine cranes while walking the seven blocks of artist booths.




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