As I drove Mags to school this morning, she explained how she and a friend had created a GoFundMe for transgendered people who couldn’t afford binders. They created a small account with a goal (this goal was apparently reached with two funders) and they purchased two binders for winners they selected. Wow. This is my girl…
Which reminds me of a time when I was working with a transgender individual. It’s important to note I had just started grad school. He came to me one day before class and shared how he had just purchased a new binder. “Wow!!” I replied, “í did, too!!” It only took me a minute or two to understand we were talking about two different types: Mine were for papers, his were not.
A rainy day, all day. Many clients did not show, but others did. Flight and hotel reservations made in New Orleans. A colleague kindly referred to me as “youthful”, which is a nice way of saying immature. I like having fun at work – I cannot begin to tell of the daily horror stories we hear. “Youthfulness” has its place.
I learned more at my own therapy session – Interesting what happens when we open our minds as well as our ears. I can often be quite rigid in my thinking. As I headed home, the Boy asked me to stop off for something at the store, so I purchased myself some SweeTarts Sours. I never learn and my tongue is raw.
Together we cooked for Taco Monday, a new tradition I started today. It won’t last very long, I think…. Then we watched 
episode two of the Netflix OJ series: the slow-speed chase. Ethan wasn’t very impressed with it…kids these days. For a Monday, it sure was a Friday. I think I’ll open the window a bit so that freshly rained-air can come in. I do love my rain.
Pictures: En guete; A perpper for my taco Monday, Superbowl is over! BASEBALL!
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