One gay gals' musings and observations while travelling on the streetcar
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“Good Teeth Means Good Mental Health”
Aug 29th
S and I went to crazy town this afternoon. Allow me to explain:
S’s biological mother Pearl, who is quite a hypochondriac, is in hospital recovering from heart surgery. As long as S has known Pearl, she has suffered from some disease, condition or other with Fibromyalgia being a constant affliction.
When Pearl was over at our place a few weeks ago, she mentioned the possibility of having surgery in the near future. S and I weren’t quite sure if she was exaggerating or if it was a legitimate claim. As it turns out, she had surgery this past week. S couldn’t help but be skeptical as a previous operation that Pearl had said was for one thing actually turned out to be for a tummy tuck.
Lazy Day Ramble
Aug 21st
How’s about a post that sort of babbles on? Ok!
I picked up our glasses today. On the way home, I opened the case containing S’s pair and was a bit alarmed; they looked a lot smaller than I remembered them being last week when she tried them on. “Oh no, this is not going to end well,” I thought to myself.
Luckily, the glasses were the right ones and S has been wearing them all afternoon. “Do these make me look geeky?” she asked me not long ago.
“No,” I replied. I asked if she was having doubts about them and she said she wasn’t. I thought they had a bit of a retro feel to them but they’re cool and she said herself earlier that they’re lighter and easier to see with than her previous pair.
The Story Behind the Date
Aug 20th
So just how did I go from feeling uncomfortable by the guy’s comment to going to the movies with him?
Some background:
S and I have been working on setting up the room that the previous owners used as a bedroom for their children. We’ve painted it grey, removed the childish light fixtures, and bought furniture for it. When we removed the kid’s flowery lights we were left with two gaping holes in the wall. We initially thought we’d patch them up but then S remembered that she’d purchased two wall lamps that we could put to use.
We also needed an electrical outlet put in the wall where we’ll be placing the TV as we didn’t want to have extension cords running along the sides of the wall. To put up the lights and install an outlet, we knew we’d need an electrician. Christine and T referred us to a lad we’ll call Yaz.
Aging Worries, Stealth Shoplifter and Laundry Weirdness
Aug 15th
Note: This post is spread over multiple pages. To get to the other pages, scroll down to the bottom of the post to get to the links.
S and I have had a fairly interesting weekend. What’s made it so interesting? The people we’ve seen and conversations we’ve had. The fun started on Friday night when we had S’s biological mom over for dinner.
I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this before, but S was adopted. In her late twenties, she met her biological mother who we’ll call Pearl. Growing up, S had a lot of questions about her biological relations and Pearl has helped answer some (or most) of those.
Pearl is a very unique woman. She’s had an interesting (and often times hard) life and this is evidenced by how she’s aged. She’s very gaunt looking, wrinkled and very, very thin. She’s also a bit of an eclectic individual; she’s a hypochondriac and is always complaining of one ailment, disease or affliction.
For various reasons, S and Pearl aren’t particularly close. They see each other three, maybe four times a year. Pearl had a birthday recently and S invited her over for dinner. S insists that I attend so that I can be a buffer between them. “Besides, Pearl really likes you,” S said to me.
Pearl was due to arrive at six on Friday night as she likes to have dinner early. I was home just before six and S arrived minutes later. Just after six, Pearl was knocking on our front door. When S opened the door, she was taken aback by how tired and gaunt Pearl looked.
Pearl was her usual self; she talked of her health (she’s got a heart condition of late), her ex-boyfriend and family events that have happened recently. Even though I was the buffer, I spent a lot of time away from the gals as I was outside grilling dinner. Still, S seemed to do okay.
Following dinner, all three of us sat in the main visiting area on the main floor and continued to chat. I couldn’t help but notice how strange Pearl’s mouth area was. It looked like she didn’t have any teeth. Her cheeks were drawn in and every time she moved her mouth it looked like she was trying to keep her teeth in place. (She does not wear dentures.)
Pearl left shortly after eight and S immediately began to worry about whether she’d look like Pearl when she reaches that age. She stood in front of our tall mirror and began pulling the skin on her face back. “Dear Time, please be kind,” she said, slightly panicked.
“Oh stop,” I said. “You know Pearl’s had a very different life than you.”
“Still…” S said. She then proceeded to ask for help from her father, in addition to Time. “Dear Daddy, help a girl out, will you?”
We had a good chuckle over S’s worries about aging poorly. I don’t think S has anything to worry about. She’s got great skin, she takes care of herself and she has a very youthful appearance. People are always surprised when she tells them how old she is. I know that each visit with Pearl leads to some anxieties for S about what she’ll look like when she reaches the age Pearl is.
The interesting people aspect of the weekend continued the next day.
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Up Front Charlie
Jul 15th
The other event which occupied some of my focus yesterday was the result of an instant message chat that I had with Charlie. The conversation began with us talking about how Speakerphone Asshole and HRH were such jerks. It then continued thusly:
Charlie: Something very personal I have known you such a long time and I don’t know your partners name. What is her name?
Me: S. And here I was planning on telling you – I am such a chicken.
Charlie: Don’t be, it doesn’t make any difference to me, you are my friend.
Me: I just sort of learn to keep private about things and then I tend to forget that hey, it’s okay to tell people.
Charlie: I know you are a very private person and I respect that and it is private and nobody’s business and it is up to you who you want to tell.
In my defense, I was planning on telling Charlie, I just hadn’t found a good time to do so. I had a feeling she’d be okay with it but there’s always that lingering bit of doubt. I had mentioned to Natalie a few times that I was thinking of telling Charlie. Natalie also thought that it would go smoothly. When I told Natalie yesterday about the IM with Charlie she said, “I told you so!”
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