Festivals, Tea and Dreams...
Yesterday my husband, a friend of ours and I went to the local Art & Wine festival and had a blast. Great art (and bad too!) abounded.
I feel bad though. We bumped into an old friend of mine who I knew for only a year or so when I first moved into the area. He lived in the apartment complex across from mine. We even went out on a few dates... but for the life of me, I could not remember his name. I blame it on my stroke I had which really messed up my memory but still, I feel bad.
In other news I also got to meet Yellogirl yesterday. :) She was a very nice person though it was difficult to hear her since we were right next to the barristas at the Tea/Coffee house. We talked about various things (cycling, school, etc). I invited her to a get-together that I'm hosting at my house next saturday so she can meet some other T* people in the area that have transitioned and got on with life.
As for the dreams part of my subject line, I woke up this morning crying. I dreamed of a friend of mine who died many months back after being shot by the police. I'm not sure what triggered my dream about her but thinking about her and what happened was not easy. :( She was T* also but had detransitioned due to having problems finding a job. She had a child with a woman but was having custody issues and was severely depressed. Those of us who were her friend think she committed suicide by cop. :(
So this morning, I'm a tad depressed even after all the fun I had yesterday.
I feel bad though. We bumped into an old friend of mine who I knew for only a year or so when I first moved into the area. He lived in the apartment complex across from mine. We even went out on a few dates... but for the life of me, I could not remember his name. I blame it on my stroke I had which really messed up my memory but still, I feel bad.
In other news I also got to meet Yellogirl yesterday. :) She was a very nice person though it was difficult to hear her since we were right next to the barristas at the Tea/Coffee house. We talked about various things (cycling, school, etc). I invited her to a get-together that I'm hosting at my house next saturday so she can meet some other T* people in the area that have transitioned and got on with life.
As for the dreams part of my subject line, I woke up this morning crying. I dreamed of a friend of mine who died many months back after being shot by the police. I'm not sure what triggered my dream about her but thinking about her and what happened was not easy. :( She was T* also but had detransitioned due to having problems finding a job. She had a child with a woman but was having custody issues and was severely depressed. Those of us who were her friend think she committed suicide by cop. :(
So this morning, I'm a tad depressed even after all the fun I had yesterday.