Another trip.

 Hello friends!

I'll be flying out early Tuesday morning. This year, a group of my high school classmates will be meeting to reminisce about what we did in the olden days and catch up since we last met.  We were supposed to meet up five years ago but we couldn't muster a large enough group to justify the expense of renting a venue for a handful of people. When I graduated, our class had about 120 people and at the time it was the largest ever.  The town has grown since then. New schools were built. It's much different.

Is Heather attending? I don't think she will but she may be revealed to the group.

At this point, I'm pretty sure Heather will be flying.  It was a great experience last time and since this will be summer travel, I'll be able to enjoy wearing a dress.  While there, I'll be spending the week with my 84 year old parents. I don't think Heather will make an appearance at the house.  Mom didn't seem too pleased last time although she was very sick when I arrived and had the pleasure of bringing her to the ER the next morning.  I never saw Mom after dropping her off at the ER. I wasn't even allowed to say goodbye.

We'll be visiting the town where Mom grew up in northern New Hampshire with my sister. I haven't ever spoken about Heather with my sister.  I'm not sure how that conversation would even turn out. I think it's a bit of a "let sleeping dogs lie" situation. Does the benefit outweigh the risk? Considering the handful that our parents are, I don't know if it's a good idea to unleash another pseudo socio issue on her or me... 

I did one of my least favorite personal chores last week.  A few months ago, I went to a "salon" and got my hair cut and had my eyebrows waxed. It was totally worth it but $100 after tip was a bit of a luxury. Last Saturday I went back to Great Clips for my regular cut in boy mode. I like Great Clips because I'm a bit anonymous there. I don't think I've ever had the same person cut my hair twice. Plus I rarely go to the same shop twice in a row. But the real reason to speak about getting that haircut... was... that... the person cutting my hair was non-binary! I was so pleased to see a person wearing a skirt in the shop and they called ME!.  I fully regretted being in boy mode!  After they were finished, I took the step and revealed myself to them, saying that "I don't usually look like this. pulled out my phone and showed my wallpaper photo of me in a skirt. THIS is what I look like at work." Honestly, I don't think they were all that impressed about me outing myself but it made me feel great.

Have a great week!

Heather.