I haven’t even thought about blogging in the last month, and I completely stopped reading blogs, too.

I was initially a little ashamed that I did a big redesign, then wrote just two posts in two months… but I’m over that now.

This is what’s working for my life, and that’s all that matters. I’ll post when I want to, if it happens again. Part of me thinks the freedom I’m granting myself by not feeling obligated will fuel me to write. And part of me thinks that’s bullshit. So we’ll see.

Really, I’ve been pretty absent from blogland, especially gay Utah blogland, for over a year, and dozens of new local blogs have popped up in that time. I’m less than impressed with what I’ve read so far, but I don’t think anybody’s out to impress me anyway.

I’m also saddened that two of my favorite [non-local] gay bloggers–you know who you are–have closed up shop in recent weeks. The future of blogging seems dismal to me right now, and for once I don’t think it has as much to do with my mood as the actual swear-to-God state of things. What is probably all about my mood is the poor taste left in my mouth after reading the suddenly-trendy, woe-is-me gay Mormon bloggers. But more on that some other time.

Since I last posted, Patrick’s and my life has changed quite a bit. Baxter has a sister, Abby, who is clumsy, loud, and super-friendly—in short, everything Baxter is not. But she’s good for him, and she really is a charmer.

Also, I have a broken thumb. I was a klutz and fell down a big flight of stairs. I tripped. Oops.

The good news is that after a fall like that, I expected a hurt back or a broken leg or something, but no. When I got up, I was relieved to note that a) I did not hurt, and b) no one saw it happen.

Then I looked down at my right hand and noticed that the end knuckle of my thumb was bent 90 degrees the wrong way. While I was still full of adrenaline and there would be no pain, I hurried and popped it back in the direction it was supposed to be. The knuckle made a satisfying *pop* when it was re-located, and I can only imagine how bad it would’ve hurt if I’d waited until I could feel something. Now, of course, it hurts like hell and is purple and swollen. The doc says 5 days in a brace thingy that keeps my wrist and thumb from moving.

Because it’s my right hand, I can’t really write, eat with utensils, or do up my own pants. (Hey, you try doing up buttons without a thumb!) Even typing and using a mouse are kinda tough. Thank god I can mostly still use my fingers.

And double thank god that I’m ambidexterous for certain other… hand-necessary activities.

Oh, stop. You knew I would be. And that eventually I’d go there.

Other changes… Patrick and I bought a house at the end of last month. It’s overwhelming and scary and all those adult things, but we’re really excited.

Our new house is a big, old 1896 Victorian in downtown Salt Lake City, in an area designated the Central City Historic District. It needs a LOT of work, so we’re not moving in immediately, but I’ve always wanted to live in central city, and I’ve always wanted a house just like this… and now it’s going to happen!

Our neighborhood is in the middle of a gentrification wave, so many of the homes on our block are undergoing renovation - and some of the renovators are other gay people. Like our realtor says, “Wanna know where the next hot housing area will be? Follow the gay boys!”

I’m working quite a bit–we’ve got a mortgage now, after all–but it’s good work and I’m reasonably satisfied. That is, I’ve temporarily stopped stressing over the million dollar question, “What am I going to DO with my life??” I don’t think that’s necessarily a good thing, because I need that push to keep growing and trying new things, but I do think it’s nice to take a short break from constantly trying to figure it out. It was getting to be too much.

In that vein, right now I’m reading The Renaissance Soul: Life Design for People with Too Many Passions to Pick Just One, and though it seems a little too proud of itself, most the ideas make sense and it’s helped me realize I really don’t have to settle on doing only ONE of the things I love and am good at. Which is nice, since I’ve all but given up on ever having a regular day job again. This varied freelance life, where I can write, edit, produce TV, consult, bartend, sleep all day… or whatever else I feel like that week, is much more my style.

Hey, as long as it pays all the bills, right?