When Ray and I made the decision to have a puppy join us in our final years, we were conscious of the chaos doing so would include. Our floors are covered with large diaper pads and more than a dozen toys. When Sebastian playfully sinks his tiny shark teeth into our arm, or a chair leg there needs to be a toy or chew stick within arm’s reach to distract him.

Sebastian, our Aussiedoodle puppy, arrives this week. He’s named after St. Sebastian, the unofficial patron saint, or icon, of gay men. Perpetua and Felicity are the unofficial patron saints of lesbians.

We just finished crying through the film "Red, White & Royal Blue." But Ray and I cried not because it was a sad movie. It’s an exhilarating one. We cried because it was so perfectly done, and we’re not used to seeing our lives presented so lovingly. We’ve waited a long time for such a film.

If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the garden. One hour is my max time in 90 degrees.

Aging can be great fun if we’re kind to ourselves and have a good sense of humor. Frustration solves nothing. Like worry, it’s a waste of time. Also, it’s silly to compare ourselves to people who are older, younger, or the same age.

Our train is going so fast that some gay and straight people are having trouble getting on. We can speed by without care, or we can slow down a bit to help them join us.