I have written briefly here in Cyrsti’s Condo concerning how I seemingly have the tendency to “bundle” up my events together. When you are retired such as I am, almost anything can be called an “event.”
For example, this week, on Tuesday I have the first of my two webinars on aging I have signed up for followed by another therapist’s appointment on Wednesday. More than likely too, I have a meeting coming up with the Trans Ohio group on Thursday or Friday. It is about attempting to put together yet another on line event for Pride this year. Personally I think it’s all a case of overkill because of the number of separate Pride events which are happening in the metro Cincinnati area but I was out voted. As it stands right now, I think I am going to try to involve a couple of the fabulous cis women transgender allies I know to speak on the subject.
Then, this weekend is basically a chance to really celebrate being slightly free of the pandemic hold we have been under for well over a year. Of course, both Liz and I have been fully vaccinated. Saturday is a concert in a sculpture park we have been invited to by a musician we know who moved away not long ago to New Mexico. If we go, it could turn out into a dinner out afterwards.
Finally, Sunday is my oldest Grandson’s high school graduation get together. At the least I will get to see if anyone notices my new teeth. If they do, it will just reinforce in my mind, how far gone my old ones were. After all, I didn’t want to be mistaken for some burn out old crack head. I just had always figured my teeth would still outlast how long I would live. An idea reminiscent of the dark days of my life. FYI, the only drug abuse I was into was alcohol.
All the activity will make the week go by in a hurry.