This was the scene last night, where GFJ and I walked through a town's Italian Fest (read: loud music, with stands selling hot food, fried dough, and other goods that would make your cardiologist jump for HIS joy.) We had just spent 10 minutes walking on the Putnam Country section of the NYC Putnam Line rail trail, and we wanted to see what this local fest was like. And we got to see Lake Mahopac near sunset.... This is one of the few times that I wish I owned a shore front house, like the ones on this lake. Yet, I know it's only a fantasy, as I will likely never have enough money to do so.
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This morning, GFJ had to leave, going off to a Christening being held out on Long Island. And this gave me the freedom to be in Marian Mode for the day. Although I didn't make it to church (I was way to tired to go), I still had time to do the other things on my list - one of them being a Gal Pals meetup. And as usual, this group's leader cancelled the meetup - proving that it was a waste to join this group in the first place. (We've never met - I know that whatever is influencing her decisions, it is not me or my presence.)
So the big question is - what did I really want to do?
By the time I got moving, I ended up going to the Palisades Mall and looked at the clearance rack at Lane Bryant - where I found nothing of interest. That's just as well - I can't justify spending money I don't need to spend. While there, I sent out a few text messages, and reconnected with some people I haven't seen in a while. Unfortunately, one of these people didn't respond - but I have an alternate way of getting in touch with her.
I'm setting myself up to have a lot of social activities going on in the near future - and this is a good thing. The more I experience the world as Marian, the more comfortable I'll be in this presentation, and the less likely that I'll want to spend any time as Mario. For example, I have already marked the days in my calendar for my last therapy appointments - and shortly after the last one, I'll get my ears pierced. I can't wait to wear nicer jewelry when the holes heal. (I saw some very nice and elegant costume jewelry at Lane Bryant - and almost bought it in advance of need.) But first, the holes have to be punched....