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various adventures in 425-land
Jul. 17th, 2010 07:52 pmBopped up to Bothell to a) work on the new voice and b) scrub a bathtub for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kathrynt, who's no longer in any condition to do so herself. Happiness for me is being told I look like a girl when I'm on my hands and knees. Really.
Over in Bellevue, I told the Wendling's shrink about my transition. To my surprise, he, Nibs, and I managed to use up an hour talking mostly about what's going to happen when. It was then that I (re-?)learned that m'boy will be going to Nibsmother's place in San Francisco August 6th through 9th. Dr. Kidshrink advised us to tell m'boy no less than two weeks before school, so that works out to around 8/19. It's a tad later than my previous plan, but no biggie. I'll just have to tell my shrink that no, really, I'm not procrastinating.
Went to a dog "adoption event" at the Petsmart in Issaquah, only to find that all the dogs were too small. Duh, they had to be portable.
Also in Issaquah, we tried XXX burgers. It's a small, busy, family-owned joint, decorated in 50's auto memorabilia taken to charmingly tacky excess. Fries? Excellent. Homemade root beer & shake? OK. Burgers? Not awful, but certainly not Red Mill. Maybe on a level with Kidd Valley.
Nibs had a jeweler value our wedding rings. Nibs' fifty-year-old diamond that my grandfather bought in South America is too damaged to be worth anything. My ring? $60 for the metal, even at today's gold prices. Nibs was insulted. How metaphorical.
Finally, back at the Abbey in Kirkland, I'm about two thirds of the way through Jennifer Boylan's She's Not There. Boylan is a professor of literature at Colby College; her first name used to be James. The book is a memoir of her transition. I tell you, I'm that woman's evil twin. It's a lovely, often hilarious book that does as good a job as any book could of explaining us, and to me it's absolutely uncanny. Much more on this after I finish the book.
kathrynt, who's no longer in any condition to do so herself. Happiness for me is being told I look like a girl when I'm on my hands and knees. Really.Over in Bellevue, I told the Wendling's shrink about my transition. To my surprise, he, Nibs, and I managed to use up an hour talking mostly about what's going to happen when. It was then that I (re-?)learned that m'boy will be going to Nibsmother's place in San Francisco August 6th through 9th. Dr. Kidshrink advised us to tell m'boy no less than two weeks before school, so that works out to around 8/19. It's a tad later than my previous plan, but no biggie. I'll just have to tell my shrink that no, really, I'm not procrastinating.
Went to a dog "adoption event" at the Petsmart in Issaquah, only to find that all the dogs were too small. Duh, they had to be portable.
Also in Issaquah, we tried XXX burgers. It's a small, busy, family-owned joint, decorated in 50's auto memorabilia taken to charmingly tacky excess. Fries? Excellent. Homemade root beer & shake? OK. Burgers? Not awful, but certainly not Red Mill. Maybe on a level with Kidd Valley.
Nibs had a jeweler value our wedding rings. Nibs' fifty-year-old diamond that my grandfather bought in South America is too damaged to be worth anything. My ring? $60 for the metal, even at today's gold prices. Nibs was insulted. How metaphorical.
Finally, back at the Abbey in Kirkland, I'm about two thirds of the way through Jennifer Boylan's She's Not There. Boylan is a professor of literature at Colby College; her first name used to be James. The book is a memoir of her transition. I tell you, I'm that woman's evil twin. It's a lovely, often hilarious book that does as good a job as any book could of explaining us, and to me it's absolutely uncanny. Much more on this after I finish the book.
