Good morning, all! The weather cooperated, and we walked. The setting moon was very pretty. Chloé had to stop to access the health of every bird poop this morning.
Spike has an interview for a summer job today. I’m hoping they don’t make him a nighttime heaver heaver at Amazon. I don’t think he would function well staying up all night.
It’s Pride Month! My first one since coming out. Okay - so I’ve only come out to the MMP, and selective friends and family, but I’m Out! To celebrate, I’m wearing gender affirming gym shorts, which (unlike my other gym shorts) are pretty obviously not guys’ gym shorts. We’ll see if anyone says anything at yoga this afternoon. I put out the Pride garden flag. It’s right next to the Wolfpack and the “In this house we believe…” flags.
I never got into hockey, even when the Hurricanes came to Raleigh. My dream is to raise a billion dollars, buy the naming rights to the ESA, and name it the Jim Valvano Arena.
As for the storm kind of hurricane, I used to live in Raleigh. I’ve got stories.
Mrs Magill just sent me a link to a store selling women’s boxers as a “crossover option”. I’m tearing up. I married the best person. I haven’t asked her to start using she/her pronouns yet, and I don’t know if I will, but I see a light at the end of the tunnel.
FWIW, I was not offended either. I just wanted to stress just how important something as little as pronoun preference can be. Sometimes it’s hard to break habit, but it is noticed and appreciated.
Stickybuns - Good news about your mother. I’m glad she’s moving. I also think insurance may cover squirrel scratches. It doesn’t hurt to call your provider.
Swampy - I had only experienced one hurricane remnant when we lived in Georgia. It was the day Fang was born. Mrs Magill had been in labor for over thirty-six hours when the OB said, “The boy ain’t comin’ out that way,” and ordered an emergency C-section. Twelve hours later, Fang was in the nursery and Mrs Magill was in a room resting, so I decided to head to our apartment to have the first shower and change of clothes in three days. There was so much rain, and everything was flooded. Apparently some storm had come ashore and then sat on top of Atlanta for twenty-four hours. I was glad I’d driven her Blazer, rather than my Cabriolet.
Cookie I hope your back is better.
FCM - Holy Moley! Now I know why I don’t have a boat, besides the whole “no place to put it” deal.
Taters - That sounded like a good service, and I dig E’s inscription.