okay so I finally, finally, finally took all the clothes that don't fit me to goodwill,

This has been hanging over my head for months, so to get it off my "to do" list feels like a super-human accomplishment.

So apparently Sharon has been portraying me in glowing terms to her family.

The funny thing is she told me they are mostly suspicious of guys, but her descriptions of me have caused them to approve of me sight unseen.

good news, I think

It is clear to me that exercise and healthy foods help just lots. As most people in this circle know, life for T folk, especially post op ones can really be heartbreaking. Not that long ago, I was talking with my counsellor about riding my bike for a number of things, especially to get groceries. I mentioned a certain market in a popular location and she suddenly seemed very tense. I asked her what was wrong and she denied any issue. She to has an electric bike and passed me one day, though at the time I did not know it was her.

Found a couple of nice dresses at Target online. Got my new sundress last week, and a skater dress arrived today.

They fit, look okay, but they'd definitely look a lot nicer if I could shed 15 to 20 pounds. (I'm 5'10" and 196, give or take a few.) Right now, I'm not exactly a quarter-tonner, but I could definitely use a waistline that doesn't look 8 months pregnant.

While I'll likely still be too reserved/shy/terrified/ashamed to wear them anywhere, I'd at least like the idea that I could.

can it be August already?

yep, Happy Yorkshire Day!

well, I went to get my toes done.

I really HATE being ticklish.

It sets off my PTSD something awful, but at least I now have (reasonably) pretty feet

Other soft fruits are available!

A bit of a rough patch with book sales again. Bills next month might be a little tight so I'm looking for a bit of help. Gonna post a link to one of my more popular books here again. When I did this in June, I got a small boost in sales that will definitely help me out next month. This blog will hopefully help me to pay my bills at the end of September, unfortunately there's not much help I can get now though :(. I'll have to squeak by next month with what little I made in May.

Here's a link to Its Just a Skirt. If anyone hasn't read it, I'd be happy for the help :)

or as we say in Yorkshire, 'appen its a bit warm!

so the leader of my writing group called, and we were able to make up.

I feel fantastic now!

So I lost a friend yesterday.

To give you guys some context, a couple of years ago I joined a local writing group.

We would get together once a week and share pieces of our writing and provide feedback to each other.

We had to put things on hold during COVID, but the leader of the group and I kept in touch, and she was responsible for me getting my short story published.

Well, while we were talking on the phone, I apparently said something that hurt her feelings, and the next time we talked, I thought we had cleared the air and everything was okay again.

Well, today I went to the respiratory clinic , and I'm still not getting good results. plus, they are gonna have to recall my unit and no idea if Alberta will cover the replacement I need.

not sure what they will be able to do for me

the problem is I really need a bipap, not a cpap and that was never part of my sleep study.

so I am going to have to use as is, for a couple of weeks, then they are gonna set me up with an 02 monitor to prove I need more.

On July 14th 1986 I crossed my personal Rubicon, burned my boats etc, and officially transitioned turning up to work in a skirt. I can still remember it, it was a pretty emotional moment but my lasting memory was of how helpful colleagues were.

Taking a day off from seeing sights o sit by the pool and try to update the site, the little day to day stuff that is the equivalent of slopping the hay and pitching the chickens.

I've been told that Florida is hot, well so is the CA desert. The difference is between baking and boiling. At least in CA, it may be cooler in the shade.

It sure is green here tho, but the place I'm staying is infested with toons. Friendly for the most part.

See you Thursday.

Hugs,
Erin

I guess I'm not a crossdresser

Just wanted to send out a big "thank you" to the people who took the time to give me some support during my last tussle with the black dog of depression.

You guys and gals rock.

I'm having a real tough time, and I need my friends now.

The black dog of depression has a hold on me, and my prayers feel like they can't even reach the ceiling much less heaven.

all hugs, prayers, and encouragement appreciated.

I'm going on vacation tomorrow, early. I'll be gone for eight days, coming home late on the 14th.

I borrowed the money to finance this but the repayment is baked into my budget for the next six months. This won't cause any extra begging letters. :)

I'll have my laptop and phone with me but I won't be sitting at the computer all day, like I usually do.

Cat will be available for a lot of things, but please don't make her crazy. :)

I'll be here the rest of today and this evening.

Hugs and love to all,
Erin

Well, that was a relief!

I recently had an MRI (that's not the relief! I HATE those things!). They wanted to see if there's anything in my head. Wait a minute... That didn't come out right!

Anyway. It's a bit over 2 years since I had the surgery removing the meningioma (which was a benign tumor), and it shows no sign of growing now. YAY!

otherwise known as catching up with Maddy.

Had a really scary moment today.

We had gone to a local mall, and on our way out, I had something like a seizure in my right leg.

It started with my leg trembling, then shaking, and then I almost fell as it felt like every part of my leg tried to go in a different direction.

It calmed down, but after I'd taken a few more steps it happened again.

I told mom, and had her take over the driving, but it didn't happen again.

sighs, didn't I have enough problems already?

Actually, it's feelin' more like the threads of sanity I've used to stitch a shredded soul together are coming undone, and ... stuff ... is leakin'; out. Part of me is curious 'bout that stuff. Another part of me seems to know what that stuff is, and is scared of seein' it again. But ... it's a kinda disconnected scared.