The kids have gone back home, and everyone agreed it was a fantastic visit. I expected to be spending most of the time in stirrups, ballerinas and pantyhose. That's precisely what happened - including last Friday when we went sightseeing in DC (see pic from the Postal Museum - it's only a pic of me, for obvious reasons). But, two days were warm enough that I had to wear shorts and sandals.
Our son's girlfriend had no issues with my attire. I suspect that was surprising to my wife, and may foretell a similar wardrobe during the two upcoming visits with his girlfriend's parents and family.
But for now, it's back to capris and sandals.
My wife was doing some volunteer work on Tuesday, and she supposedly wouldn't be back till mid-afternoon. So after visiting Mom at the nursing home, I stopped at Goodwill to see what they have. Another cute skirt and blouse jumped off the rack and into my hands. Since I had lots of time till she was supposed to get back, I considered buying, and wearing them home, to get myself some much-needed skirt time. But a little indescribable alarm was gnawing away at me as I sadly replaced them on the rack. It's a good thing for that little alarm... She was home - back early. Both of us would have gotten a surprise, as I walked in wearing a skirt and blouse... I always hesitate about doing that sort of thing when she's in town. It only works well when she's on her annual pilgrimmage to her sister's in Chicago. If the skirt and blouse are still at Goodwill on my next visit (on a senior citizen half price day, of course) I may pick them up. But it won't be for a while, and I certainly won't be wearing them home!
Also stopped in at the doctor's office Tuesday for a quick blood pressure check, to see how the meds were doing. (The BP was OK.) But much to my surprise, the lab techs both referred to me as "Miss", "she" and "her." Yes, they had my file up on the computer. Yes, it clearly says "M." Perhaps they were being politically correct...but maybe not...since I was in capri pants, polo top and sandals. Just like the most of the other girls.
Wednesday a female nursing home resident complimented my hair. It looked no different than any other day, but I complimented her back...and she was smiling when I left. They brighten my day, and I guess I brighten theirs...a win-win situation for all.
I also stopped to speak about a few pending matters with the manager in
charge at Mom's nursing home. She knows me as male, but whenever
possible avoids using pronouns, or "Mr." Part of our discussion
involved Mom's "apparently-lost-in-the-laundry clothing." Since they
were already planning to let me replace the lost items "on their nickel"
if they aren't found in the next couple weeks, I asked for her sizing
assistance (and I really went out on a limb here) "since I'm not
familiar with small or medium sizes like Mother wears, only the larger
women's sizes like these (then sweeping my arm past my clothes.) My
outfit today clearly wouldn't fit her."
She didn't miss
a beat with this revelation. Obviously she (and the rest of the staff)
already have my clothing preference figured out! She said she'd try to
come up with Mom's current size, but that she likes my
comfortable-looking capri outfit today. "So, you must have learned the
intricacies of women's sizing pretty well." One more hopeful step out
of the closet...
On the way home that day, I stopped at the local post office. As I was leaving, a female customer who was also leaving, held the door for me (!) and she unlocked a car with election campaign signs on it. So I stopped her and inquired if she was the candidate. She was, and we introduced ourselves. With my first name being what it is, and the fact I was wearing capri pants, a top with necklace showing, sandals, and carrying my purse, she addressed me as "Ma'am" through the discussion, which included her summary of qualifications. With her background and experience, she seems like a qualified candidate. She appears to respect transgenders (my 5 o'clock shadow was just beginning to peek out, as I was alone and hadn't applied full makeup), and she will get my vote if she survives the primary and ends up in the general election this fall Unfortunately, she's the "wrong" political party to get my vote in the primary election...:-(
I'm now getting ready for several days of antique car activities. I'll post whenever I can.