Happy Valentine's Day!

 

And now for a different take on this day...

97 years ago, Al Capone engineered the consolidation of the Chicago recreational substances and services industry.  It is because of this entrepreneur that in spite of a corrupt government's interest in keeping the Windy City drier than the Sahara Desert, this man was able to make sure that no thirst on any side of "The Loop" went unquenched. 

For most people, Valentine's Day is a day where chocolates and flowers are given to women, where couples go out for fancy dinners, and where most American males have a good chance of getting satisfied. With my strange sense of humor, I focus on the Chicago mob and Prohibition.  It seems like the more the government tries to enforce moral standards, the more that they end up triggering the behaviors they are trying to stop.  

In a way, this is what will happen to the LGBTIQ community.  The more that the Orange Snowflake tries to erase us from existence, the more likely our numbers will grow underground and in the closet.  Yes, we will not be able to be our authentic selves.  But most of us will be able to keep things hidden until this wave of evil passes on.  Many of us will suffer in the meantime - needlessly.  Sadly, this is what happens on the cusp of a social collapse.  

Many of don't yet see the signs of this collapse.  Yet they are visible to those who look.  The Social Security system is woefully underfunded, and Congress is failing to act.  What will happen when tomorrow's retirees lose 25% of the money they were promised by the government upon retirement.  What if you don't need Social Security?  Well, our current political regime is intent to inflate the currency to pay our debts.  We've seen what happened to Germany in the 1920's when this was attempted.  Then, we are destroying the education system, along with government funded scientific research.  How can a country earn its keep and maintain its position in the world without being at the top of the knowledge economy?  

I'm afraid this country is making many of the same mistakes that Germany made 95 years ago.  I just wonder - what country (or region) will become the next great superpower in this world?  This is the time to start looking for that country and having a migration plan to get there - and soon.

I stayed at home and stayed warm

 

This was a day to stay inside.  Outside, a strong chill was in the air, and I wanted no part of it.  So, I stayed inside, comfy in my jammies, and worked on updating my cruising related blog to reflect current conditions.

Sooner or later, I have to catch up on chores, laundry being one of them.  That will likely happen tonight, as I will be busy tomorrow and Friday.  Although the sun is out as I write this entry, I will likely get showered and dressed, then go out as Mario due to tomorrow's doctor appointment in the morning.

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As I write this, it is the end of January 2026.  Recent developments make me feel that it's time to start activating one's exit plan. The Orange Snowflake's Gestapo (ICE) has attempted to invade a foreign consulate today.  Foreign governments no longer believe that America will follow the rules based order that it established after WW2.  The regime now covers up murder by its Gestapo, and we have no respect (as a nation) from anyone outside our borders.  The rule of law is being replaced by the rule of a despot.  And this is our warning sign.

If my foreign citizenship (foreign birth registry) paperwork was fully processed, I'd have my foreign passport and be ready to move everything liquid (money) outside the US at a moment's notice.  I want to be on one of the last planes out, in a comfortable seat, before everything collapses here.

Keep your fingers crossed, I'm hoping to have tickets for one of the last planes.

The snow has mostly been cleared, RQS is home, and we finally Zoomed with our friends

 

As of this morning, the above car was still snowbound and will be blocked in even more when the next snowfall hits.  However, my spots are mostly clear (I didn't move my car until after the second visit of the snow removal people was over) and there were only a handful of spaces which evidenced people not moving their cars.  I just wonder what it will look like after this coming weekend's storm.

Shortly after 11 am, I drove RQS to the train station for the ride home.  For the most part, it was an uneventful drive for me, as the roads were mostly dry.  (That's what happens when the snow hasn't had a chance to thaw yet.)  It was also an uneventful trip home for RQS, save that she had to wait in the cold for a bus to take her home after getting out of the subway.   

I picked up my usual sausage and egg sandwich before going home, and made a trip to Target before going home for a much needed nap.  (I didn't sleep well last night.)  Around 6 pm, I realized that I had to start our Zoom meeting with our Texas friends.  So, I stayed at home, nuked some dinner, and got the Zoom going around 8 pm.  Our monthly Zoom went well, as we got one of our two Texas friends to talk more than she usually does.  

And then, the Zoom was over, and I had to catch up on things I've put off doing for a while - washing 2 of my 3 active wigs.  I figure that once they are clean and dry, I'll finish off wig cleaning by putting the 3rd wig in the sink.

Just another day in the life of a New York trans-gal.

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Shoveling snow the next day

 

This is the aftermath of this weekend's snowstorm.  One will notice what happens when someone leaves a car in the parking lot when the co-op board of directors and our managing company told our shareholders to vacate their spaces for the duration of the snowstorm.  Over a foot of snow fell on our cars, and took a lot of digging out for most of us who could do so.

My car was parked out on the street, where our town's DPW (Division of Public Works) plowed another foot of snow onto the driver's side of my car.  So, I had to clear out 2 feet of snow from one side of the car, plus the foot of snow on top of the car.  This meant that I likely cleared out 50+ cubic feet of snow.  But I had another 30-40 cubic feet to clear in front of my car to take care of, just to get my car free of the snow.  This took me about 45 minutes.  But there were others who couldn't do what I did.  One of our board members was in the hospital and couldn't move her car.  Another neighbor is disabled, and she had to hire out some help.  (I'm not sure how my body will be able to handle tasks like this in 10 years, so I'm starting to think of life without a car now.)  This meant that almost everyone would be busting their butts to get their cars free before the sun set.

Once I was done, I ended up chatting with my downstairs neighbors about the snow and things in general with the co-op.  When I went inside, I rested a bit before going out with RQS to take some photos at Croton Gorge Park.  Visiting the park today was a mistake - too many people were visiting the place, and there was not enough room for 2 cars to pass each other on their way to the parking lot or to the street.  We decided to get out of the park quickly and go to a hamburger joint for a bite to eat.

After we finished our burgers, we called TCL for a minute to see that she was OK, and then went home for the night.  Tomorrow will be the day RQS goes home for a couple of days.  But with another snowstorm coming up this coming weekend, we'll be ready for the next dump of the white stuff.

The snow is here!

 

As I write this, it is the last full weekend in January.  And the snowstorm hit as expected.  As one can see in the photo above, most residents found spaces to park on the road outside our complex, so that snowplows could clear our lot.  If  one looks carefully, the snowplow has cleared at least 8 inches of snow and pushed it to the rocks bordering our parking lot.  What bothers me is the one car in the photo has not moved in a couple of weeks, and I will ask management if they know whose car it is so that we can verify that it was not abandoned here.

I had originally intended to go outside to photograph the snow, the parking lot, and the road outside.  However, the sub-freezing cold made me reconsider this today.  I figured that I will need to shovel 12-18 inches of snow from my car, so that I can move it back to a plowed parking spot.  However, I won't do this too early, as the snow removal service will be using part of my parking spots as a place to dump snow.  (Yes, I have 2 spots.  But they are set up in a way that only one family unit can use them, as the car deepest in the 2 spots will be blocked by the other car associated with the apartment.)  

Being a co-op board member, I received messages from both shareholders and board members.  The following voicemail transcription (with minor edits by me) illustrates an issue that I discussed involving snow storm parking:

I saw your email about parking in the visitor spot. I see the plow. He's actually pushing so much snow into our spots, so we're not gonna be able to bring some of our cars back.

I'm parked way down (the road). I couldn't find anything closer. I don't know how I'm gonna get there and I'm stuck in the spot because I had to go over a curb. It's a little bit high and there was ice on the grass. This is the difference between what's happening this time and last time we did this a few years back. 

I really think we need the front loader to remove the snow. I don't know if we can afford it, but we're not gonna have our spots available to us because nothing's gonna melt and it's all gonna be ice. 

I'm stuck in the spot where I am on the road. I can't move forward or back. My car was stuck in the ice after I parked it there (last time).  

This woman is on our board.  However, a neighbor brought up similar concerns with a different attitude, as he's middle aged with a newborn son.  I'm grateful to have this man and his wife as neighbors, as they are some of the most considerate people who have lived here in years.  As you can see, we have a big problem dealing with heavy snowstorms because we do not have enough extra space for dealing with snow.

Sadly, the beauty of this snow will be lost within a day or two.  All we'll remember is shoveling out of our cars in sub-freezing weather.  Then, we'll see dirt accumulate on the road side snow.   Its beauty will be gone.   I miss those days where I could play in the snow all day.  But childhood must end for all of us.  I miss being a young adult, being able to go out cross-country skiing all day.  (I still have those skis, not having been used in 40 years.)  I miss being middle aged, where clearing my car off from a heavy snowstorm was not much of an effort.  For all things there is a time and place, and for me, I'm glad to still be able to dig my car out of the snow and move it back to its normal home.

Until I'm ready to go outside again, I'll stay in my jammies and relax.

Preparing for the dumping of the white stuff, with a touch of sadness at the end.

The above is the scene after a snowstorm we had years ago.  It doesn't look like that much compared to what we're expecting to get sometime tomorrow.  Right now, many people in my complex have moved their cars to the street, parking on the grass, with some cars having their driver's side wheels on the paved shoulder.  (It's technically illegal, but in Stormy weather, who cares?)  Yet, there's not enough off-road room for 120+ cars in our complex to be moved out of our driveways and parking lots.  So, the snowplows that will come sometime on Sunday through early Monday will have their work cut out for them.

I was mostly prepared for the storm before the weekend.  Yet, I had gone to the store a few times, picking up a few items I would need to have good, hearty meals while stuck indoors.  The last time that I saw supermarket meat counters this empty was during Covid - which just happens to be when the last major  snowstorm hit.

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And now for some sad news...

No, I am not going to mention the second ICE murder in Minnesota.  The Orange Snowflake and his demonic minions killed someone whose potential threat (a legal gun) was removed from him before they shot him.  I've had enough of our dictator wannabe for now.  Instead, I'm going to mention the loss of a minor NYC area personality - Uncle Floyd.  The best way to describe him is a 1920's vaudeville comic who took lessons from Soupy Sales, having a show on a ultra low power, ultra low budget UHF station. (Think of the UHF station from the movie UHF, and you'll get an idea of the station carrying Floyd Vivino's show.)   

Last night, I was surfing YouTube videos, and found that Uncle Floyd died the day before. Unfortunately, I lived in an area of the NYC suburbs where I could rarely receive his station's UHF signal over the air, so I missed his broadcast show.  One of his later (non-TV) performances came up on my feed, and he was funny.  (The tune he played was much like Benny Bell's "Shaving Cream", where the song's rhymes imply a "dirty word" would be used at the end of the next sentence, but replaced by something else - in Bell's case, the words "Shaving Cream".

As you can see, it's work staying sane in the USA these days.  It's even harder for us in the LGBTIQ community.  This is no longer the country I was born in to.  And I feel sad that I might have to leave, as I don't want to be among those rounded up by the Snowflake's ICE Gestapo.

With certain exceptions, I am most comfortable with women.

 

If I could have been the woman in the picture above, there would have been no stopping me.  This version of me would have been very confident in her shoes (preferably low heels) and unafraid to tackle any challenge put forward to her.

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As you can see, I've been playing around with ChatGPT a little to figure out what a cisgender female version of me would have looked like. This is the "should of" version of me that could not have been due to when I was born and the life is was born into.

Even as a child, I was more comfortable with women, although I received the typical male programming.  Yes, I played with wax molded "action figures" (think of wax GI Joes cast in plastic molds) when I was in lower grade school. But I was equally comfortable playing hopscotch with the girls up the street.  You can guess what would happen when puberty hit the children of my generation.  No longer would boys and girls see each others as equals - the social customs related to reproduction came into play.

If I were born with XX Chromosomes, I likely would have been a girly girl, modeled as such by my mother.  What she didn't know was that I wish I could have been born with those XX chromosomes, even with the adult knowledge of how inconvenient a female body could be.

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One of my friends described me as her straight gay best friend.  What she meant by that is that I have a gender preference for females, but have many of the interests of a gay male (theater, music, arts, etc.) in our culture.  (This woman is married to a stereotypical male - nice looking body, but not too much brain in the head.)  

When I present as a male, the first thing women think if I offer friendship is whether I am interested in them sexually.  I can't blame them: our culture doesn't provide well for cross-gender friendships.  It also doesn't help that male primates (save for the Bonobo apes) tend to be male dominant.)  So, presenting as a female puts me on a more equal plane with women - especially if I can blend in enough for my masculine features not to be noticed.

Life isn't always fair, but we have to make the most of it.  At least, as a transgender person I can do so as long as hateful people stay out of my way....

I'm concerned about the coming snow.

 

This is an image of children sledding at nearby Croton Gorge Park.  Not much has changed here since this picture was taken, save that tree growth has shortened the area where kids can sled down the hill.  Every time we get a "good" snow storm, my mind is drawn back to my childhood, where I had access to one run where I could sled down a hill for a distance of 1/4 mile.  Today's kids have no idea how much fun a long sled ride can be.  But then, if I were going to excel at a sport with the interests I had when young, it would have likely been the luge or skeleton.  Obviously, my life took a very different path since then.

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Sometime this weekend, we will get the first truly heavy snow of the season.  And I dread having to clean 12 inches (or more) of the white stuff off my car.  It will get in the way of me going outside as Marian.  It will make it impossible for me to consider going to church this Sunday.  It is just as well.  RQS and I will likely spend another weekend relaxing at home, something we both need to do.  (It's more so that RQS needs to relax.  But that's another story.)

I may end up placing another Amazon order, buying things that I can use, but don't absolutely need.  Most recently, I bought a set of 4 mouse pads, even though I needed only one.  This mouse pad fits perfectly into my armrest tray, an area which is perfect for mouse use while my laptop sits on my lap.  But I think I may do some apartment decluttering, some laundry, and make a new batch of onion soup to keep us warm on a cold winter's day.

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Given that I am getting older, there are just so many days left for me to be able to clear off my car and drive safely in inclement weather.  I felt that my father lost his ability to drive safely while he was in his 80's.  Considering that I am one of his two offspring, I'll have to keep this in mind as each year passes.  Further and further away is the time where I could safely sled down a hill, only stopping when the effects of gravitational acceleration are negated by friction.  Now, I have to be concerned about unplanned falls, and other situations where I may not be able to get back up as I did when I was younger.

A day at home, a dinner with Vicki

 

Last night, I was playing around with ChatGPT and asked it to generate a picture of me (face previously altered to look more feminine) standing in San Francisco on a nice summer's day.  I wish I could have been that woman in the picture in real life.  The AI version of me exudes happiness in her smile, and she projects a form of confidence that can't be ignored.

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This morning, I got up at my usual time and decided to cook breakfast - eggs and corned beef hash.    It's one of my quick go-to meals, as all I do is open up a can of hash, heat it up, then scramble in a couple of eggs.  It's a one skillet meal that I can make with a minimum of fuss.

After breakfast, I decided to relax, as I was not in the mood to do any type of decluttering.  Instead, I waited for an Amazon delivery that put 2 packages by my door.  The first package contained a set of mouse pads - the thing I needed most for using my mouse while sitting on my sofa.  The other package contained a watch "repair" kit, with spring pins that could be used to connect a watch strap to the base of the watch.  (The kit didn't contain all I needed to make fixing the watch band I had an easy job.  But it had just enough stuff for me to reattach one end of the watch band to the other.)  At least I learned a little something new by doing this task myself.

Around 5 pm, I left for dinner at the local Japanese restaurant.  Vicki was there on time - I was 10 minutes late.  Today's conversation was not as intense as it could have been.  Instead, it was relaxed, in part because Vicki had just had a facial and was already relaxed.  We talked about my latest cruise, and her husband's truck.  But very little talk of a serious nature.  And that was a big relief.  Yet, the issue of how I dressed on the cruise came up.  I mentioned that I dressed as Mario, as I didn't want any possible contact with Federal Government employees while presenting as Marian, as I don't want to be hassled by the Orange Snowflake's Gestapo.

Once done with dinner, I found out that Game Night was cancelled.  So I drove to Walmart to pick up a few items, and then to the supermarket to pick up ingredients for another batch of onion soup.  By the time I got home, I wouldn't wait to take off my bra and falsies, my wig, and most of my clothes to get into something comfortable.  

Tomorrow, RQS comes here again, and I start work on another batch of onion soup....

The most important thing I did today was polishing my nails.

 

I rarely get the chance to leave polish on my nails, due to the unpredictability of when I have to present as Mario. Today, I had the chance to paint my nails, knowing that the polish would stay on for about a week.

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Last night, I ended up staying up late, not realizing what time it was, and realized that I wouldn't be able to do much until I fully woke up.  And I didn't have much energy to do much when I finally woke up around 10 am.  So, I wasted time during the day, and decided to do my nails in late afternoon.  

Once my nails were done, I figured that I should do some research on a minor issue - How do I remove the cover on my bathroom ceiling light fixture, so that I could replace a light bulb?  This doesn't seem that complicated, but without being the one who mounted the fixture and installed the bulb, I wanted to find out in advance of need.  So, off to YouTube I went, and I found a solution which should work for my fixture.  (Or, at least, I hope so.)

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This coming weekend, we're expecting at least 8 inches of snow.  Although I'm tired of shoveling the white stuff, I'm glad that I live in an area that experiences the 4 seasons.  Ideally, I'd live in a place with a covered garage where my car could stay parked in bad weather.  But until I have to move away from here, I'm stuck because of my lower cost of living - my monthly maintenance fee is less than half of what I'd have to pay in rent for a similar apartment.

 

 

PS: The YouTube idea worked!   I cleaned the cover, and put it back.

 

 

 

It's hard not to get upset watching the news these days.

 

Lately, the Orange Snowflake has shown signs of declining mental facility.  In short, his senility is getting worse, and no one is willing to take the risk of removing him from power under the terms of the 25th amendment.

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Each time I watch the news, I have to be careful not to watch it too closely.  The snowflake and his actions seem to monopolize the news.  And I have to be careful not to watch too many YouTube videos, lest I get angry and "howl at the moon."  I have to turn away each time I hear his voice, as the mere sound of him sickens me.  (Thankfully, his niece distorts his voice whenever she plays a video clip of him speaking.)  

Today, reporters mentioned that he rambled on for 2 hours, repeating his old "hits", threatening both military and trading partners, and looking like a lunatic that should be in a padded room.  Unfortunately, he's free and many minorities aren't - they live in fear of his ICE Gestapo.  (My friend from the imaging company is married to someone who doesn't look "Aryan", and fears him being alone in his car and getting pulled over in an ICE raid.)  I try to think of these things as little as possible, as I know that I can only deal with so much crap that upsets me during any given day.

When I watch the news, I try to find a network affiliate's local news on YouTube.  In a half-hour, I am able to keep up with local events that concern me, and look for more information when I need it.  (I found this approach to be useful when a fire burned down 4 buildings a block away from RQS's place.)  The biggest benefit to this approach is that local news usually doesn't cover national events.

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I can'r wait for this national disaster to end.  Hopefully, it will be soon.

RQS had to go home today

 

It's been a long time since I went to the theater with the above ceiling fixture.  It felt like RQS was here for a long enough time for her to become a fixture here.  (And that made me feel good.  I wish she could be here even longer.)

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Unfortunately, RQS had to go home today.  She had a doctor's appointment in the city, and I had a lunch appointment with CCS up here.  We both got up early, and I got showered and dressed in my cold weather outfit - tunic dress, leggings, all covered by a stadium coat for warmth.  RQS was a little surprised that I owned a woman's stadium coat for cold weather, when she bought be a men's stadium coat for Christmes.  But I always make sure that I wear solely female clothes when presenting as Marian, and male clothes when presenting as Mario.

Around 11:30, I dropped RQS off at the station, and had 90 minutes to kill.  So I went to the bookstore to kill that time.  When I got there, the first thing I did was to fix a zipper malfunction with my coat.  And then, I went and read some magazines for an hour.  After that, I drove to Starbucks to get something to drink, as I was falling out due to lacking enough sleep.  Then, I killed some more time before meeting CCS at the restaurant where we had lunch.

Neither CCS nor I had a lot to say today, but we both enjoyed seeing each other. The food at this place was very good, and I was surprised about how good the hamburger I had tasted today.  We left the restaurant at 3 pm, and I went home for the day.  Arriving home, I sat on the sofa and fell asleep for a couple of hours.  And then I was awake, watching videos for the rest of the evening.

MLK jr. Day (it's starting to become a day for store sales)

 

Years ago, the United States made Martin Luther King Jr. day a national holiday.  There was a lot of resistance to this, given the racial history of this country.  Yet, the holiday has endured, and most people accept it as part of our yearly calendar.  Sadly, we have a president who would eliminate this holiday if he could, and return this country to the 1950's. Or worse, to Germany in the 1930's.

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RQS and I had two things on the docket for the day: (1) Getting her watch band resized, and (2) Going to Costco to get a second arm rest tray on which she could place her glasses and phone.  While at the jewelry store, I asked to get my watch band fixed, and found out that my watch was as good as dead.  (It didn't help that I hadn't used my automatic/self winding watch in ages.

It was nice to be out as Marian again.  And going to Costco required me to present as Marian, as my ID card has my feminine image.  So, once we left the jewelry store, it was off to the Zwilling factory outlet to shop for knives - where RQS bought some to add to her kitchen supply.  And finally, we were off to Costco.

It took a while for us to get to Yonkers, as I ended up taking the side roads to get there.  The parking lot was busy, and it took a while to find a good spot.  Well, we ended up walking all around the store, found the items we wanted, and left the store 45 minutes later.

On the way home, we chatted with TCL a bit, and came home to relax.  Before we retired for the evening, we watched the film, Operation Mincemeat - a serious take on the real life mission.

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Tomorrow, RQS goes home, and I go back to seeing friends for lunch and dinner.  At least, I should be able to do my nails again and keep the polish on for the better part of a week.

 

 

PS: After a few minutes of shaking the watch to recharge the internal battery, the watch started to keep time again, and I knew that all I needed was a fixed watch band. 

This was another Sunday that I didn't go to church (another short post)

 

I had originally planned to go to church today, but the snow on the ground scotched that plan.  Instead, I stayed in bed and relaxed most of the day.

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With the slop on the ground, I figured that going out as Marian would be overkill today.  So, I cleaned off the car, ran down to the local supermarket to pick up some goodies, and went back to the house to rest for a while.

A bit later, RQS and I got ready to go out, and then went to BJ's for a shopping tun.  $115 later, we were on the way home.  And once at home, I got back in my jammies, then prepared dinner.

As I noted in this entry's title, this is a short post.  I'll have more to say tomorrow.

Snow (a very short post)

 

The weatherman said that we wouldn't get much snow today.  So, when I heard the plows in the driveway, I knew that I'd have to move my car.  So I transferred my money and ID into my male wallet, tossed on a pair of jeans and a warm shirt, and went outside to move my car.

Once I cleaned off much of the snow from my car, I drove to the supermarket to pick up some orange juice.  And, of course, that OJ run turned into a full bag of groceries and other stuff.  RQS was wondering why it took me so long to return, and I explained how a planned $5 visit turned into a $50 visit.  RQS was cooking some lentil soup.  So I made a pastrami sandwich, then tasted her soup.  It was good, but it was missing something.

Then, I changed back into my flannel nightie, and said we were in for the evening.  As I said in this entry's title - today, would be a short post.   More news tomorrow.

The only reason for getting dressed was a supermarket run.

 

After an exhausting evening in NYC last night, RQS and I didn't have much energy to spend doing things today.  We relaxed around the house until 1:30 pm, and we went out to the supermarket around 3:00 pm.  

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Going outside as Marian on a cold day can be a struggle.  A smart woman keeps her legs covered by something other than a pair of stockings.  Although I own a pair of women's jeans, I rarely wear them because any top I'd wear would my natural non-feminine figure.  So, I've developed a style where I wear tunic dresses with leggings underneath when the weather is cold.

Last night, I wore a dress I've worn before with and without leggings. Today, I wore a sweatshirt dress with leggings, and I was very warm with my wig on.  Being dressed as a female takes more thought and preparation than I ever needed dressing as a male.  But I don't mind it one bit.  Even if it is to make a quick run to the bank, and then to the supermarket.

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At the supermarket, RQS and I bought the ingredients for 2 different soups.  I'll cook the onion soup, and she will cook the lentil soup.  Both should be tasty and filling - especially with salad and leftover chicken to go with the soup.  But not tonight....

Once at home, it was laundry time for us, 2 baskets ready to go.  One problem - of the two dryers downstairs, one of them wasn't working. This meant an extra trip downstairs, and an interruption after dinner.  At least, my body isn't protesting too much about climbing the staircases.

Operation Mincemeat

 

The important thing on the docket was a trip to NYC to see Operation Mincemeat on Broadway.  The weather was so cold, that I wished we didn't have tickets.  But we did, so I made myself get out of bed, get showered, shaved, made up, and out the door by 2 pm for dinner and a play.

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Today was the beginning of a cold spell in the NYC region, and I couldn't justify wearing a dress with tights as I would have liked.  Instead, it was a dress over leggings, and a heavy coat on top of that - with both ear muffs and gloves covering areas most sensitive to cold.

When I got on the train to Grand Central, I knew I'd have time to kill because I'd arrive at 3:45 with dinner in Greenwich Village at 4:30.  So, I figured that I'd have time to rest at Grand Central before getting on the subway to head for dinner. Once I was done killing time, I got on the subway and was in "the village" 15 minutes later.  And then I experienced the bitter cold again, as I got out of the subway and headed a couple of blocks away in bitter cold winds.I arrived at the restaurant with time to spare, so I grabbed a seat and waited for RQS.  We slowly ate our meal, savoring every bite, killing time until we had to leave for the theater.  

Once done with dinner, we emerged into the bitter cold and made it to the subway.  We should have taken the 8th avenue line uptown.  Instead, we took the 7th avenue line, and that made us walk much more in passageways not designed for a person with arthritic legs to walk through - RQS was hurting by the time we reached 42nd Street and 8th avenue.  But we made it to the theater in time.  And yet, we had more problems - RQS couldn't pull up her online tickets on her phone.  It took the ticket clerk several minutes to help RQS pull up her tickets, and then we made it inside to see the play.

We made our way up to the "nose bleed" seats, and had a good view of the stage. By then, I could have easily fallen asleep for an hour. But I was going to try and stay semi-conscious as best I could.  The play started, and I was bored by the dialog. Its humor was not on target, although most of the audience loved it.  Its music was hard to understand, as the words were coming in too quickly to process the meaning of the lyrics.  (You can see why I hate most hip-hop "music".)  I finally started becoming more conscious for the second act, and found it only mildly amusing.  The best part of the play was when the mood suddenly turned serious when they paid tribute to the real life "man who never was," a man who served his country in death, saving a great many lives as a result of deceiving the Nazis.

After the play, we trekked home, and were at home by midnight.  Although we stayed up a little while, we passes out quickly once in bed.

I'm finally coming back to the real world, and I don't like it. (a short post)

 

I came back from my cruise, and now I'm catching up on things. First, I had to pay bills. And then, I had to do some shopping.  Yet, I didn't accomplish everything I wanted to do, such as laundry.  At least, I was able to get the co-op meeting minutes done.

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RQS texted me to inform me about the letter she received from the tax authority.  Let's just say that our government doesn't have its act together regarding tax payments.  As for me, I received mail from the IRS telling me that there was some interest that I technically earned.  Weird.

For the most part, I did nothing but watch YouTube videos and update my cruise blog for most of the day. Yet, around 5:30, I realized that I should get showered and dressed to go out.  So, I found some clothes, and prepared to go out as Marian.  At this stage of life, living as Marian has become second nature.  This means that preparing to go out as a female is just as easy for me as going out as a male.  I only wish I could have started earlier.  But then, I may not have had a romantic life had I done so.

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Right now, I'm trying to think of ways to be able to take a 4th cruise this year, and still be able to get to Hawaii next year.  Sadly, this might not be possible.  RQS may not have the money to keep up with me. And, more importantly, she may not be able to deal with being on a plane for 11 hours.

I wish I could have stayed on the cruise ship for another few days...

Florida/Bahamas Cruise 2025 -Thoughts on the Cruise (01/13/26)

 

It was a nice 8-day cruise.  However, I wouldn't have wanted to take it alone due to the time of year and its itinerary: Port Canaveral, the Cruise Line's Private Island, and Nassau, Bahamas.  I've done this route a couple of times before (on different cruise lines) and it is one of the most boring routes one can cruise. But RQS pined to get away and warm up for a week, and I wanted to treat her to a cruise that I offered her a couple of years ago.  So, off we went - just after New Year's Day.

Both of us feel that we have outgrown NCL for most cruises.  NCL has lowered the quality of food served in its complementary restaurants.  It has reduced the quality of its main theater shows, cutting back on its adaptations of Broadway shows such as "Six" and "Footloose."  Additionally, it has shifted some of its entertainment focus to onboard versions of "Deal or No Deal," where the audience has to pay for a card to actively participate in the game.  Every chance NCL has to squeeze money from its cruisers, it does so.  Most of each day's activities listed in the Freestyle Daily newsletter seem to promote spa services, jewelry sales, casino games and other onboard products and services which are geared to extract money from cruisers' pockets.

NCL is more of a "Hit or Miss" line these days.  In the past, I could always count on having good dinners both in the specialty restaurants and in the complimentary restaurants.  Now, in the 5 specialty dinners we had, 2 of them were excellent, 1 was very good with excessively small portions, 1 was good with large portions, and 1 was mediocre at best.  Of the complementary dinners, 1 was decent, 1 was acceptable, and 1 was terrible.  NCL's food service misses the mark almost as much as it hits the mark - something that saddens me very much.

Cutbacks in the "hotel service" area (staterooms) have also reduced the quality of the onboard experience.  Due to the ship's cabins not being serviced before 2 pm, all areas where cruisers could eat, drink, and simply wait for their cabins to be made available were occupied.  We couldn't even enjoy lunch, as there was no place for us to sit down to eat it.  As a result, I left a dish filled with food on a pillar in the buffet area (I knew someone would knock it over and make a mess), simply because I was too frustrated to keep carrying this dish around after 15 minutes.

Often, when we went through the atrium, the entertainment was so loud, that we couldn't hear each other talk.  Whether there were singers in the stage area, or a game being played there, we had to avoid it because it was either too loud or too crowded to be comfortable.  When we walked to the dining rooms towards the back of the ship, we had to plan our routes carefully to avoid most of the areas with heavy tobacco odors.

Will I cruise NCL again?  Right now, I only plan to cruise with the line for trips to Bermuda and for the 7-day cruise on the Pride of America.  My partner and I feel much more at home now on Princess and Cunard.  We'll cruise with MSC (with all of its flaws) iif they ever cruise out of NYC again and sail to destinations we'd like to visit again.  But NCL is no longer a line I can count on, and I prefer those lines on which the only surprises I experience will be good ones.  

Florida/Bahamas Cruise 2025 - Disembarkation Day (01/12/26)

 

This would be our last morning on the ship.  Not having a balcony cabin, we weren't tempted to go outside and get pictures of the Verrazzano Narrows Bridge and the Statue of Liberty as we cruised upriver to pier 88. The ship was a little late clearing customs, we were a little early clearing out our room, and we were finishing breakfast by 7:30 am.

Most people on the ship for a last breakfast gravitate to the buffet.  We gravitate to the main dining rooms, where fewer people go and where we're allowed to linger after breakfast is finished. Our scheduled exit time was 8:30 am, so we killed an hour on the ship before walking to the exit for our last card scan, And then, we were finally off the ship.

Our next step was to pick up our luggage at the pier.  This part of the trip is slightly less chaotic than on embarkation day, as our luggage is placed in areas on the pier based on luggage tag color.  We were able to find our bags relatively quickly, and then were able to walk outside.  In the past, this would require a stop where a customs official would check the cruiser's paperwork before the cruiser was allowed to leave the pier.  Now, with facial recognition, one walks to a scanner where one's image is matched to one on file, and upon a match, one is free to leave.

Now that both of us had cleared customs, it was time to catch a cab.  One hustler tried to get us to take his car for $65 - a ripoff, when the metered fare would be between $20 and $25 plus tip.  Of course, as native New Yorkers, we went to the official cab stand and got a nice driver who shared serious talk and jokes on the way to Grand Central.  

Roughly 90 minutes after our arrival at Grand Central, we were back in Croton, and finally able to rest.