Saturday, March 3, 2018

Often, it's just a hum-drum life.

(An image from "Soppy: A Love Story", by Phillipa Rice)

Regular readers of this blog may have noticed that I don't limit my writings to my life as a M2F Transgender Woman. Some transgender bloggers, like Kim, only write blog entries when they have events involving their transgender natures. However, I will often write about things which are not related to being transgender, as they might be of interest to someone following what goes on in my life.

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Lately, I haven't had good reasons to get out of the house other than to get out of the house. I've enjoyed not having had to get dressed on these days.  (And, NO, I will not publish any pictures of me wearing "comfy clothes", as I don't look a bit feminine in them.)  This inactivity has gotten addictive, so I've decided to gradually relearn how to cook. It is an activity I can do indoors, and yet, it involves preparation and thought.

Over the past couple of days, I have cooked the following dishes that are simple, but out of my routine for "go to" foods that I cook when lazy:
  • Ribs with a dry rub
  • Chicken Fried Rice
  • Rice Pudding
None of these dishes are complex. But they take some time to prepare.  In the case of ribs, one either has to develop a good glaze (for wet ribs) or a good spice rub (for dry ribs). I chose something in the middle, as I started with an ad-hoc dry rub, and glazed the ribs toward the end of their time in the oven with some honey.  I'll have to experiment with this the next time I cook ribs, as I have the start of a nice recipe going.  The two rice dishes could have been started at the same time, as I've been told that the best fried rice uses pre-cooked rice that has had a chance for its starches to set for a while.  The pudding could have been more creamy, but that only means that I should have used more milk in the recipe. And the fried rice was missing something, but it was a good start for a gal who has never cooked this dish before.

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Cooking is one of the many hum-drum activities that the average woman has to deal with. I also get stuck doing a lot of laundry these days, as I haven't sent my laundry out for wash, dry, and fold for several years now. Although I miss seeing a bag or two of folded laundry at the cleaners, I don't miss spending what I spent to have my laundry done at the laundromat.

Even though I am unemployed, I still spend the money to have a cleaning lady come in on a monthly basis.  If I can find a job again, I will return the cleaning lady to a biweekly schedule. She has been working in this apartment for about 20+ years now, and I hated having to cut her back to a monthly schedule due to my budget concerns.

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When I was young, a woman was expected to be involved with the 4 C's:
  • Cooking
  • Cleaning
  • Children
  • Church
This transgal could never be typical for anything. Although I can cook a little, I prefer to eat out. My cleaning skills are poor at best. And I never had children.  If it weren't for being turned off to church when young, I might have given the occasional attendance at the local church a higher priority than I have as of late.  It is in the "4 C's" that I am most different from my mother.  She got stuck with all 4 of them, while I had a choice as an adult.

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Years ago, Paul McCartney wrote a song called "Another Day". And the repetitive experiences of the woman in the song seems to strike a chord in me these days, as so much of my life as Marian has become a matter of fact, and not an exploration of anything new.  I knew that exploring life as Marian would not solve the other problems in my life. But it is interesting how quickly being feminine has become just another part of who I am.


"Another Day"

Every day she takes a morning bath, she wets her hair,
Wraps a towel 'round her as she's heading for the bedroom chair,
It's just another day.
Slippin' into stockings,
Steppin' into shoes,
Dippin' in the pocket of her raincoat,

It's just another day.

At the office where the papers grow she takes a break,
Drinks another coffee and she finds it hard to stay awake,

It's just another day,
Choo choo choo choo choo choo,
It's just another day,
Choo choo choo choo choo choo,
It's just another day.

So sad, so sad,
Sometimes she feels so sad,
Alone in her apartment she'd dwell,
Til the man of her dreams comes to break the spell.

Ah... Stay,
Don't stand her up,
Then he comes and he stays,
But he leaves the next day... so sad,
Sometimes she feels so sad...

As she posts another letter to the sound of five,
People gather 'round her and she finds it hard to stay alive,

It's just another day,
Choo choo choo choo choo choo,
It's just another day,
Choo choo choo choo choo choo,
It's just another day.

So sad, so sad,
Sometimes she feels so sad,
Alone in her apartment she'd dwell,
'Til the man of her dreams comes to break the spell.

Ah... Stay,
Don't stand her up,
And he comes and he stays,
But he leaves the next day... so sad,
Sometimes she feels so sad.

Everyday she takes a morning bath, she wets her hair,
Wraps a towel 'round her as she's heading for the bedroom chair,

It's just another day.

Slippin' into stockings,
Steppin' into shoes,
Dippin' in the pocket of her raincoat,

Ah, It's just another day,
Choo choo choo choo choo choo,
It's just another day,
Choo choo choo choo choo choo,
It's just another day.






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