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.
Booze Hounds
Aug 22nd
Have a look at the picture below (clicking on it will open a larger version).
You would think that the liquor cabinet captured in the picture belonged to some savvy drinkers. Well, you’d be wrong.
That liquor cabinet can be found in our house. That’s right, S and I, who rarely have more than wine or beer to drink have stocked up on liquor – and not the cheap stuff, either.
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.
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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Destination: Confusion
Jul 10th
Going away to the cottage is always relaxing. Spending the days on a dock by the lake, book in hand and a cooler full of beverages nearby make for a serene experience. No smog, no big city noise, no hustle and bustle all contribute to the feeling that yes, peace and quiet can be achieved. Getting to the cottage however, isn’t nearly as peaceful as the rest of the trip. 
The last few years S and I have rented cottages from the same people. They have a few cottages spread out throughout Northern Ontario. After our first experience, I wasn’t sure we would rent from them again. But then last year, we booked a different cottage as part of a girls’ week away since we took a group vacation with K and P.
The very first cottage that S and I rented could only be reached by following obscure directions which were provided to us by the owners. The back roads up North aren’t like city streets, there are few signs indicating what road you are on at any given time. After pulling off of the highway, we were dependent on the directions provided to us by the cottage owners. Things like, “follow road until you come across a slight fork, then turn left” left us confused and often questioning whether we were going the right way.
These directions might make sense to people who live in the area and are used to the roads, but for two city gals like S and I, it lead to some tense moments. Especially that first year we went up North. We arrived up North around the same time a storm was approaching the area. We’d been driving for over three hours, we were hungry, frustrated at the directions (or lack thereof) and then we had to deal with the darkening skies. As could be expected, S was in rage mode at how things were turning out.
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