My knee is reminding me of yesterday's injury (a short post)

This morning, I woke up and noticed that my knee was bothering me. It's not a throbbing pain, but an ache I'm aware of when I put weight on both my feet. So, I'm paying attention to how I'm walking and taking it easy to give my knee time to heal.

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When I finally got out of bed, I decided to make it a jammie day, and relax at home.  Given that rain was expected, I wasn't in the mood to go out.  Instead, it was time to clean out some of the mess on my side of the bed and make it a safe path for walking.  This didn't require much walking, and it forced me to start tossing more things that have been taking up space - including a pair of boots whose cheap "leather" (if it did come from an animal) was falling apart.  One thing I know is that I am buying a better class of feminine clothing than I did a decade ago.

Once I made some headway with the mess, I started to look at the mess on the chest in front of the bed.  That will take even more work, as I have to sort things out and find places for all the things that I'm keeping that found a temporary home there. 

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PS:  Given that I am out and about and presenting as female most of the time, many of the things I write about are everyday occurrences that both trans and cisgender people experience.  What would you like to know about being transgender that breaks this mold?  Please let me know, and I will answer all questions if possible.

 

 

 

 

 

Lunch under a Gazebo isn't so safe.

 

Today, MSJ and I planned to have lunch in town.  I made the mistake of getting dressed in a nice summery dress, but not wear a top that could keep me warm.  But I digress....

We agreed to meet at the local bagel shop.. So I picked up a sandwich there and waited a few minutes for her to arrive.  Once she got something to eat, she suggested going to the pack to eat our food.  And that's where the "fun" began.  After sitting down, I got up to retrieve some napkins that had blown away, and I tripped getting off the park bench.  I had a mild scrape, but had a little bit of a time getting up due to aching a little from my fall.  At least, nothing was broken.

Once back at the bench, we got to talking.  MSJ and I talked of family issues, as well as the commonality of being a caregiver to an ailing spouse.  People in our family backgrounds were never taught to use therapists or to participate in caring groups.  Yet, we both found that overcoming our backgrounds was something that we had in common.

All too soon, we had to part.  I went home for a while, and then it was off to BJ's for some retail therapy.  I ended up bringing back a Seafood Boil Bag, with snow crab legs, shrimp, sausage, and corn.  For $22, it was a bargain compared to what I'd spend at a Cajun place for something similar.  Yes, it was messy.  But the food was tasty.  Did it replace what I could get at the restaurant?  No.  But it was something that sated my craving for this kind of food.

Tomorrow, if the weather is warm enough, I will put on a different dress and go out again.  Where I will go, I do not yet know. But I intend to get out and do something while the weather is nice.

Another long board meeting.... (another short post)

 

Ah, if we could have called on Batman to deal with our problems.  We would have gotten a much faster response from the parties involved in our board's previous crisis.  But now, all we have to do is keep our co-op running as it is for the next few months, and we'll be able to end our shareholder assessment early. Now, we have to shift from crisis mode from ongoing pain mode for the next few months.  It'll be a relief for us to be able to think about the future again.

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This morning, I had no plans to do much of anything.  So, when I finally got up, I decided to cook some eggs for a change.  (I haven't cooked any in a long time, and the associated diet change may be part of why I've noticed some changes in my body.)  And then I took it easy most of the day.

There is a mess in the living room from yesterday's return home.  I couldn't take the time to put things down neatly when I got home, as a much needed bio-break had to take place.  With the urgency gone, I wasn't in the mood to neaten the place.  That'd be a task for another day.  And today, I started that task.  First on the list was folding last week's laundry - a basket full of underwear, etc. awaited me, and I knew it had to be done.  

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Around 5:15, the board meeting began, and we started the long, arduous task of interviewing 3 applicants to buy apartments.  About 2 1/2 hours later, the real "fun" began - we had to review financial issues and catch up on things that the interviews kept us from doing.  By the time 9:30 came abound, we were all  exhausted.  But I still had more work to do.  I had edits to make on the house rules, the quarterly newsletter, and the meeting minutes.  Although I wasn't going to finish everything this evening, I got a good start on the process. 

Finally, when my eyes began to cross, I called RQS and then fell asleep shortly afterwards. 

Will we ever return to what might be called "Normal?"

 

Will we ever return to "Normal?"  That is a question that keeps coming to mind.  I used to be able to listen to the news and opinion channels without getting sick.  Now, I can only listen in small increments, as the news is so depressing.  The Orange Monster was tricked into making the one mistake which could (and probably will) destroy the American empire and its Pax Americana.  And I fear what will happen next.

America is no longer a beacon of freedom to the rest of the world.  The xenophobic policies of the orange monster have scared away the very immigrants we need to keep our country as prosperous as it has been.  What will that mean to pensioners such as me?  How could this affect my bank account and investments?  Although I have a potential exit route out of the USA if we become an authoritarian republic, most Americans do not have a "Get out of Jail Free" card in their pockets.  What will happen to them?

Our currency is losing its value, and our national debt is going up.  The "Leadership" in Washington is claiming that the increase of credit card usage is a good thing.  Yet, this is a lie.  People are going into debt in order to buy food - that's never a healthy thing for a society to experience.  America is heading for a financial collapse triggered by the orange monster, and I wonder what will be left afterwards.

What is happening to our justice system?  In the past, the Department of Justice (DOJ) used to be an independent part of the executive branch of government.  Now, it is a tool for the monster to extract revenge against his political enemies.  He does not distinguish between the people who were really out to attack him vs. the people whose jobs were to impartially enforce the laws he broke.  Couple this with the ICE "Gestapo" and America's system of legal "due process" becomes meaningless.  How many people will be destroyed in his pogroms?

Normally, our elections would be a safeguard against government overreach.  But now, with Gerrymandering wars going on, I'm not sure if the will of the people will have any power anymore.  Can we check and balance the power of an abusive government.  I'm not sure anymore.  Yes, there will be a few areas of the country that will be able to resist - at least, for a while.  But I am concerned about what America will look like when this ability to resist is worn away.  Will we look like a Christian Nationalist version of Iran?  Who knows?  But this would not be the kind of America I'd want to live in.

Yet, I still have hope for this country.  Soon, I plan to travel to a place where I've avoided travel for a while.  Although I expect no problems, who knows what will happen.  I'm hoping to see the seeds of normalcy being sown this autumn.  But if not, I have an exit plan, and hope to have my "letters of transit" for two by then.... 

Sometimes I get bored, and can't find anything interesting to do, read, or watch. (a short post)

 

Lately, I find myself needing noise on in the background so that I can relax.  If I leave the TV on, I have to avoid newscasts, lest I get distracted and pay too much attention to the news - a scary thing, these days with the Orange Monster in charge.  But if I have quiet, I crave some form of sound coming in from almost any source.

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There is a part of me that enjoys relative solace.  I'm not sure if RQS understands this, as I can't wear a sign that says: "I don't have the energy to hold a conversation right now."  So, I participate in chat when we're together, when she wants to make it - she does the same with me, so it's a fair trade.  But when I'm alone, something different kicks in.  I leave the TV on to make some kind of noise, whether it be people speaking or music playing, it's a form of white noise that breaks the silence.

It's not easy for me to stay attentive to a TV show for long, nor do I listen to music in the way I used to do.  Reading books can be hard for me, as I need to retain my focus to read several chapters at once, and then get back to the book later on.  As a result, I have many books on my bookshelf that I want to read, but haven't forced myself to read.  Old age has given me a form of ADHD that I have to deal with.  AARGH!

At least, I still enjoy shopping for new dresses, even though I can no longer justify adding new dresses to my wardrobe without donating old dresses to charity that I am no longer interested in wearing. 

 

A trip in Manhattan for a bite to eat and a movie to watch

 

As one would expect, like many couples, RQS and I get bored staying in the house all weekend.  So she suggested that we see a movie, and I said OK.  But I caved when she wanted to see The Devil Wears Prada 2, as this was a more popular movie.  So, I put on my new dress (see below)  and we took the subway into Manhattan to see the film.

We got into Manhattan at 3:15, and walked over to the theater to pick up tickets for a 4:30 showing.  One problem: The only seats that were available were right in front of the screen, not a good spot to watch a film.  So we decided to bail on the movie, and then go to the restaurant for some food.

I was prepared for something more classy.  But RQS knew of this place called Tattoonette, a Middle Eastern fast food place.  Even so, I ended up spending a smidgen over $50 for dinner there.  The Chicken Schnitzel was good, but the Fwlafel was small for what one might expect.  Was it good value?  Yes.  But it is certainly a place where a couple would not go on a first or second date.

Given that everything was 13th street related, we ambled over to the Quad Cinema to watch Fantasy Life. I won't go much into the film's plot, save that it is a love story which could not and should not be consummated.  (Look up the film on IMDB if you want to know more.)  Both of us enjoyed the film, and then it was time to go home.

By the time I got home, I couldn't wait to take off my bra (and the rest of my clothes) and get into a nightie for bed.  Just before I stripped everything off, I looked into the mirror and thought - boy am I getting old!  I'd better try to lose my weight now, or I won't be ab;e to get the FFS I desire.  (I'd love to look like that woman in the picture, even if I have to keep my current plumbing to have a stable relationship with RQS.). 

The family homestead is virtually gone.

 

 

I'll miss this house when it's sold.  No, I haven't lived here in 44 years.  But it holds many memories for me and my brother.  As I write this, I'm at RQS's place, while my brother is carting off the remaining stuff we stored in the house.

I grew up here.  Both my brother and I have memories of the Oak and Pear trees we once had in the back yard.  My brother notes that the neighborhood is likely to change, as they have approved a 3-story building about a mile and a half away from the house on a main drag.  There will be much more resistance to over development in this community than those areas in "the city".

In my childhood, there were many undeveloped tracts of land in this area.  Now, everything has been developed, and we're not likely to see redevelopment into typical 5-borough multiple unit housing anytime soon.  Yet, one might find this kind of redevelopment near suburban railroad stations on Long Island.  It only makes sense - it subtly forces people to choose jobs, legal and medical professionals, etc. near mass transit, as many buildings are only required to provide one parking space per residential unit.

Soon, I will no longer have any ties to the town in which I spent my formative years.  It will be a loss, but I can still have a laugh about some posts about the town such as in the link below:

Floral Park PD - New Addition.