My brother, and my lifelong musical colaborator died suddenly two weeks ago. Aside from the usual feeling of loss, it also meant the end of my band of the last 35 years, and my sudden retirement. My mother had asked that I come to the funeral in boy mode, for the sake of some of her friends. OK, I managed to pull that off, but with all the formalities and legalities to cope with, I ended up staying in boy mode for 11 days. Even had to shop for guy clothes (that was scary).
Anyway, got home day before yesterday. Spent most of the morning getting rid of guy cooties, painting my nails, etc. Back to a semblance of order, though still lamenting having cut my nails (acrylics tommorow). Put on some sensible (read silky) underwear and boobies, did my hair and makeup. Slipped into some nice suede wedges. Much better.
This morning I went back to my coffee hangout, and the girls were all there, talking about thier kids, gossiping, and just being women. I grabbed a grande latte, pulled up a chair just in time to find out Doris thinks her husband may be cheating.
As back to normal as it's going to get for a while.
There's still a memorial concert for my brother on Sunday, where I'll perform in drab, for the first time in years.