Spring is not quite with us yet but lately my thoughts have turned back to round two of painting, plastering and wallpapering. These are jobs I enjoy but I am not so nimble and sturdy for mixing my own materials and slapping them on walls as I used to be. Enthusiasm gave way to sense so I phoned my plasterer mate up to nip round and size up the job last weekend. I'm still waiting for him to turn up. Tradespeople hereabouts are so laid back they are nearly horizontal. Having to wait to get a job done isn't unusual. Having a conversation with strangers is normal. This is rural Wales, people are friendly and like to stop to talk, nobody rushes about, that's how it works. This psychiatrist I am supposed to be seeing cannot have lived in these rural backwaters for very long. Twice now he has dropped everything and toddled off home because we weren't there hanging around the door to go in on the dot. I think I may actually get to see him if I block the exit.
Actually I don't know why I'm going to see the psychiatrist if all he can do is suggest transitioning. As I see it it is hardly my fault if most of society can't yet shed the idea that body and gender must match so if they think I'll change to fit society they can think again. The bright side is if there are no appointments at least it means no more nights of insomnia before appointments. Anyway, I digress. I need to get the indoor jobs done soon and whether I can do the whole job or not on my own I will have to get started so that's my plan for tomorrow.
Careful, you're making it sound like A Year in Provence!
ReplyDeleteI sometimes dunno why I'm going through the motions as well. But you have to take advantage of all opportunities, and hoops jumped jumped through now are ones that won't be required again should they be really needed later.
It is rather like that here [chuckles] this is the only place I know where at Christmas a postcard appears in the village shop window saying "Found, lost chicken, please phone xxxxx " so many other places it'd have gone straight into the finder's oven.
ReplyDeleteYou're right, though I would rather do this when I could proceed, so I'm awaiting another appointment.