Today was a washout. Didn't sleep well so it was a bad start. Finally tired of lying in bed I got up and cut the grass at 7:00 am. Ok it was a bit early for the neighbors but no one complained (that I know of). I lay around the house nursing the head cold I woke up with. All day I had planned to get dressed and go back to Squid Lips in the early evening, even for one glass of wine. It wasn't the wine; it was one more chance to get out as Laura before the weekend ended. Around noon I swam m 50 laps in the pool, read some more of, "She's Not There", resulting in laughter and tears as she tells her story leading to her transition and the impact on her family...so far at least in the book, her wife. I felt for my own (wife) as I read. I called my wife at the usual time, talked for about an hour and a half and feeling tired and weakened, gave up on the idea of going out and instead just lay on the couch in my red satin chemise, reading my book and spending some time adding to the one I was writing, "On Becoming Invisible" is the title...so far anyway.
Now after a holiday weekend, Tuesdays feel like Mondays...which means work. In my case it also means the end of Laura getting out of the house until at least Thursday when she has the chance to attend the GLBT coffee in the artsy part of town. This Tuesday feeling like Monday was worse. On Friday morning (as I also had Friday off work for a 4 day weekend, I had gone to our local nail shop where I get pedicures and manicures regularly, with French tips to my toes. On this date, all planned out, was to get my fingernails done in French tips. I had gotten a manicure the week before and had been letting my nails grow out until they extended slightly past my finger tips. With the French tips painted on they made my fingers look thinner and definitely more feminine. The problem with Tuesday = Monday is that I had to remove the nail polish as I was not out at work. I would wait as long as possible, hating to do it. It was not the $9.00 it had cost; it was that they looked so good. Maybe I could just wear them to work.........no no that would never do. Off with the tips, on with the clear. Not sure if it's worth it next weekend when it's only a normal two day weekend. I could apply a color myself though. Not French tips but some color....that thought helped find a certain amount of consolation for having to remove the tips tonight.
A little more reading and early to bed. Maybe I'll wait to remove the French tips until morning....maybe I would forget... :-)
I am sincerely,
Laura Catherine
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