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next Wednesday

Next Wednesday should be an interesting day.

I have a short car appointment, a scan at the hospital for a right leg which has some nerve damage and finally a late afternoon presentation for potential investors that Patricia is doing followed by a cocktail.

The entire day will be spent as Joanna.

It could be seen as the bravest I have ever done except it no longer feels that way since I already know it will go well; I have tested those waters countless times now. Even my first appointment for my nerve pain with the neurologist which ultimately exposed my painted toe nails, was ho-hum as I cautioned her jokingly in advance that she would see I was transgender. For her it was nothing she hadn’t seen or heard before.

The hospital staff next week at the scan will be equally unfazed.

My life has fallen into a normal pattern which works for me and no one else which is the beauty in it. There is no yardstick to measure it against and that is what makes it magical.

Yesterday I bought a dark blue blazer for only $15 and for the day of the presentation I have decided to ditch the skirt in favor of a nice pair of jeans. I will still wear my black patent pumps. It will be a little more casual look accented with the right earrings and a couple of rings which I think will work great. I may post a pic before or even during the presentation but it should look something like the photo below minus the white T-shirt which will be replaced likely by a blouse or black V-neck sweater.

So far, Patricia has had no issue with my choice of attire and often compliments me on it 😊

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NB: my daughter was finally exempted from jury duty due to her current course load which she paid for in advance but the process was fascinating.

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