So, it’s June. Again.
Where I live that means it’s unbearably hot—not sidewalks-are-melting hot, but at-least-two-electric-fans-must-be-blowing-on-me-to-get-any-sleep hot. Movie theatres are full of kids even for the matinees. Most of my regular tv programs are on hiatus and I’m stuck with secondary summer fare and CBS’s abomination (or is it ‘epitome of the reality television genre’?) Big Brother. Oh, and right there at the end of the month is my sister’s birthday, reminding me, as my own birthday did six months earlier, that we’re not getting any younger.
I’m a bit embarrassed to admit that for the past several years it’s taken someone reminding me to recognize it’s also Pride month. Partly that’s because I live in a small central valley town in California. No one here celebrates Pride in any manner that doesn’t involve at least 45 minutes of drive time. Our local PBS station, KVIE, does run the occasional LGBT-themed program, but if they run it with fanfare, I somehow manage to miss it. But mostly I forget because I’m old—not ‘senior-moment’ old, but…Well, I forget.~ read more ~