Jaimey, old friend, hugs are always welcome--just as you are welcome to any party of mine. Last night, I made chicken marsala, steamed artichoke, and pasta with homemade tomato sauce, warming on a winter's eve.
And Forum Admin, forgive me if I still think of you as my Emperor striding through forum and forest. You have overcome such daunting obstacles and still face the world with grace and nobility. You are a real mensch.
New Zealand, always attractive, seems particularly inviting today. We are faced with the prospect of a foot or more of snow, beginning at midnight tonight.
OK, I am overwhelmed by the responses to my new avatar. I do compare myself to the photos I see here; how can I not compare my bent tree trunks with the sexy legs of one of the androgynes here. To me, my clumsy body is one prime reason not to transition. If all of you think otherwise, maybe I need to reconsider. But do you know what you are getting yourselves into? This is not some mature, self-confident woman within, but a scared little girl, curled up into the fetal position. I will need a lot of hand holding. Anyway, I am far off from making that decision.
I do have fond memories of the days that photo was taken. Yes, her mom was a good person, who accepted the two of us. My expression was probably pretty serious because our play was serious. We considered ourselves leaders of a fictitious group called the Organization of Islands and Lands (OIL), an association of those nations to small or remote to merit the attentions of the great powers. We produced notebooks, outlining the resources and affairs of each of our nations.
I will cut it short here, though, because it is time to go move packages.
S
