My new coat finally arrived, and at last I was able to get a picture...coincidentally just before the day when I got to take a picture of the outfit I wore to answer the door (see earlier post.) So why not take pictures of them both? After all, girls wear coats over their dresses!
So, above is the result: a coat which fully passes muster with my wife, and fits properly, over a dress which I regularly wear around the house. Absolutely a win-win situation!
When I went to visit Mother last Sunday, I found that the staff had wheeled her to the on-site holiday church service. She was asleep in her wheelchair when I arrived, and much to the amusement of some of the ladies there, did not wake up when I sat down next to her. After a few minutes I gently shook her arm, and she woke up. The ladies loved the astonished look on her face when she saw me.
After the service was over, I wheeled her back to her room, and a short visit later, it was time to leave. We said our farewells, and I headed down the hall. I sensed a man walking behind me but catching up, and I heard "Oh Ma'am?" and again, "Ma'am, were you sitting with your mother?" OMG - it was the minister, talking to me!
Of course I responded that I was, and he told me how nice she is... I agreed, and then he said she has been at a number of his services. I told him that it's likely he will see her again! As we parted, he said "Merry Christmas, Ma'am." "Merry Christmas to you and yours as well, Reverend." And I walked on, smiling, loving that my presentation (stirrup pants, tights, a turtleneck and clogs, with purse) was actually sufficient to be accepted as a woman by the minister.
But my day wasn't done yet. Next stop was the pharmacy, to pick up some things. The clerk didn't know me, but chose to leave off any gender-specific forms of address. That's fine with me. And at the grocery store, I was "Ma'am" to two young (20-something) female clerks. Then at the hardware store, my cover was blown...the clerks know I'm not what I seem to be. :-( But at the post office, a gentleman held the door for me greeted me with "Merry Christmas, Ma'am."
You win some, you lose some!