I look at the white space of the input form and lots of ideas flit around my head. Trouble is, holding on to one long enough to get it out and on to paper. 🙂 The snow seems on the way out as the weather just about returns to normal. Not more icy windscreens and life-in-your-hands walks along the pavement. Well, at least until the next big snowfall 🙂
This week was shorter – work-wise – than usual because I had a few days off. One to look after Wee Man as he wasn’t 100% bless him. He – and then us (natch) – got hit by the heavy cold that’s doing the rounds at the mo. Still, it was only a 2 – 3 day thing and he’s over it now. The day after that, off for some Christmas shopping to make sure I’ve got enough for the Ever Lovely Mrs Jones. I think I’m just about there on that front. I also managed to grab Maddy some bangles from Outfit. A bargain at only a fiver. Sadly, they were not the silvery ones I said I’d get, but they seemed to go down well enough. A collection of various patterns/colours to mix & match with an outfit.
I had an interesting email come in the other week. Something from Parentchannel.tv asking to look at what they are up to and then to hold off until the big launch of National Dad Week (this week in fact). I guess it was fairly automated, but I wouldn’t say it was spam. Apart from that being rude, it’s also inaccurate. I’ve had a look at the site and it seems all about advice (in a good way). The campaign is about getting Dad’s involved with looking after the nippers. There’s that old chestnut about trans being who they are because of a distant father. Not sure I buy that. Personally, my money is on how your brain is formed in the womb. I think I posted about that much earlier. Anyways! I don’t know if it’s a personal thing or a trans thing, but I do like time with the kids. Funny, anecdotally, or to put it another way “with no scientific basis at all” (LOL), I hear from trans friends that somehow they seem to get this role. Sometimes as the dad, or other times as comedy uncle who is good for a laugh. What truth there is in any of that, I wouldn’t like to say, but if you’ve got a view on that, I’d love to hear it. Anyway, the site has some interesting videos on there and it’s not like they give you a manual when it comes to bringing up nippers. 😉
In other news, it was time for Chameleons once again. This time though, I didn’t take any of my fancy outfits. Oh and before you reach for the back button, I didn’t go in the nuddy either. That would be far too scary. 🙂 No, I think it was a combination of being busy (shops, kid care, groceries) and having shaken off a cold, that I found myself thinking: Meh. I went along anyway – certainly to catch up with friends and to help set up. I thought long and hard about outfits, but no, the pull just wasn’t there. To be honest, it was rather nice not having to hurry home to get a close shave, bung the bags in the car and go through the motions of all on / all off at the start/end of the night. Instead, I sat around and had a good long natter with friends until it was time to pack up. The evening was pretty quite, but a better word might be intimate. Just a group of friends clustered around, enjoying mince pies (yum!), good conversation and lots of banter.
I did take my camera along – as Sophie was sporting her new boots – to do the honours, but those snaps won’t be on here. That wouldn’t be fair really. That reminds me, we had a new girl come along (Ruth) and it was her first time out. Hopefully we didn’t weird her out too much and I’ll post on the forum about passing the snap along. Photos done and everything packaged away, I waited for Alison to get changed before dropping her off. She’d chanced taking the bus and as it’s not too far out of my way, it would be rude not to offer a lift.
All good really! Oh, one last thing – as Colombo might say – I’m off to see the quack this Monday and I guess it’ll be interesting to see what he has to say about the pill situation. Just the other day, Mrs Jones was saying that I was back to my old self. I must say, it’s a good place to be and the big drive to dressing lots and lots has faded away as I’ve mellowed. Fingers crossed it stays like this.
[ Today’s lyric: The Island, Part One by Pendulum ]