Housekeeping

My post about my new girlfriend was, for those who noticed, a bit vague on some details. Not least, I didn't mention her name.

I'm not going to. The poly aspects of her life are not out to her family, and so I am not going to risk one of them finding out about it from me.

I could make a filter, and use her name behind it, but that's not fair to those who might want to comment, and it's poor security for her. It would put a burden of keeping track of the filtering of my posts before they made reference.

I've done the dance of circumspection before. Marna and I were involved before Maia and I broke up, but the poly aspects of my life were less known then, and I didn't want people to think my involvement with Marna was part of the breakup (it wasn't).

So... what can be in the open, is in the open, and what can't be, isn't. The players in my romantic life are Marna/commodorified (occasionally referred to as, "my Canadian Girlfriend), and CG (which is a shorthand for, "CrushGirl) which was the way Marna teased me about her when I started talking about her; right after we met, a year ago Friday) is the reason for my understated squee of yesterday.

If I seem to be somewhat secretive on things, that's the reason why.

Some poesy

A clumsy word, a thoughtless phrase
and he's waiting for the axe to fall.
it probably won't rise to that
but the mind is a muddy place
and the heart is in hopless thrall

The lover is a foolish slave:
living by looks and dying by glances,
with so much at stake, and so much to lose
it amazing that anyone chances

So he sits by the phone,
and starts at the post
Looking for the reprieve
and dreading the warrant:

waiting for the axe to fall

Fireworks

I like them. I like setting them off more than watching them. I prefer watching them to just hearing them (that can be unpleasant actually).

Tonight we (my father, sister, a friend of hers) went to watch the show on the river.

It was nice. It was a year ago that CG and I first met. It was at a party, and there were fireworks. Tonight I had the next best thing to her being here (well, no, second best. I would, perforce have preferred to have commodorified, if CG couldn't be here, and vice versa).

I had CG singing on my iPod while I watched. The last bits of the show I was listenig to Fernando, while the mist of the river drifted like smoke over the hillside I was sitting on, and the crescendo of lights was being blanketed by the powder of the bursting charges.

Not as much fun as loading the tubes, and running the wire, but I didn't have to strike the frames either.

On balance.. a pretty good evening.

(comments at Better than salt money)