What's up, Stevi?, you ask,
Well, let me tell you a little of what has been going on.
Over the past couple of weeks, there have been a host of emails among my siblings and myself. I am not sure if I have told you all before about the "Sister Letter." For some background, it was a chain letter that circulated from sister to sister with each reading the contributions of those who preceded and then replacing their own prior contribution with a new one. It was not strictly a sister letter in that it included their in-law sisters, my brother's wives and Penny, my wife. When one of my brother's wives passed rather suddenly, her daughter took her place in the missive. Since the letter came through the house for my wife's contribution, I knew what the girls were saying to one another because she shared it with me. I was a bit put out, but back then they did not know about me and my secret sister status. Still, the implicit assumption of none of us "boys" being interested in the details of their lives and not welcome to share with them hurt a bit. Anyway, the letter got stuck in somebody's inbox and couldn't find its way to the outbox. As a result, my oldest sister sent out a search party email for it. At the same time she asked if there might be a better way to to get family information distributed. One of the sisters-in-law suggested doing it by email. There was some discussion of the logistics. As I surreptitiously watch by way of my wife's emails, I could see they needed some help so I suggested they do a family newsletter distributed by email. I suggested that one person (I offered up myself, if no one objected.) compile self-reported news into a periodic newsletter to be distributed to one and all with a legitimate claim to be member of our flock of crazy people. Well, they took me up on my offer. So, I have begun my duties as the first editor of the Jones Family Newsletter.
My first order of business was to put the Sister Letter to bed. I have sent out portions of it to everyone who had not yet seen all the contributions of the others. So now, that chapter is closed. Now to putting together an introductory issue of a newsletter and an email list for its distribution.
On another front, my lead attorney has had some health issues come up. She has begun chemo for a lymphoma. Her prognosis is good, I am told. Tthat did slow things down a bit with getting the complaint ready for filing. Today, I got an email from the other attorney on the team. She tells me the complaint should be filed with the court tomorrow. Next step after that is to see that the defendants are served. From that time, they will have 30 days to respond to the discovery documents.
I have not shaved my face since Monday morning. I have an appointment, my first, with an electrocutioner tomorrow morning. I have not been able to get our lives into a steady-stay-at-home routine up until now. I regret not having done this way back while I was still not out, but it is what it is. I will see if I can put together a routine where I shave before UU fellowship on Sunday morning then let it grow until Wednesday for another session in the electric chair. My therapy and group sessions are on the first Fridays and I will attempt to do other appointments on Thursdays or Fridays and maybe Mondays, in a pinch. Hopefully that will minimize the forays of the bearded lady.
In my last therapy session, most of my time was spent with the subject GRS. Should I or shouldn't I? Given the irreversibility, not to mention the costs, financially, impact on my wife, recovery time and the risk involved given my age irrespective of my above average condition for a woman of my age, I need to very sure it will cure what ails me. My dysphoria is not non-existent but it is not overwhelming, either. Not having GRS, not having a female body, as I think I said before, makes me feel incomplete. But, is that all it is that is giving me that sense? I am still trying to figure it all out.
No, Penny and I have not had a discussion about me having GRS done. However, from some more comments by her, I am positive she expects it to come to pass. And, I don't get the sense that is particularly distressing to her. I'm sure we can have a good discussion when I get it better sorted out in my own mind.
Sorry for the long post,
Stevi
