Persephone
06-23-2012, 02:02 PM
Thursday’s story involves a housekeeper’s son, a CFL fluorescent light bulb, an 11-year old girl, and a great movie.
Our housekeeper had called the night before to ask if she could bring her 14-year old son along to help. Not a problem, but my spouse and I had a luncheon plan with me en femme. Not something that would normally bother our housekeeper but we didn’t want to confuse her son.
Our solution was to leave the house before they arrived and to return after they left.
The day included several different activities and both my spouse and I chose capris, blouses, and summer sandals. I’m afraid I forgot to take pictures, but who takes pictures of a normal day?
Our first errand was a trip to Home Depot to drop off the CFL. Because of their toxic nature you aren’t supposed to just dump them with the trash, you have to take them to an authorized disposal site. Inside the Home Depot I couldn’t find the disposal site so I finally selected a tall, bearded employee and asked him where to dispose of my bulb.
He said, “I’ll show you where it is, M’am,” took my bulb and placed it in the disposal site, located in the customer service area behind all of the go backs. I thanked him and left. I suppose they’ll have to find a more prominent place for the disposal container before 2014 when the mandatory “greening” of the U.S. makes incandescent bulbs illegal to sell and we all have to buy our toxic CFL’s from China and be forced to dispose of them “properly.”
Then we were off to the market that we sometimes shop in. It is located in an ethnic area where crosssdressers would not be generally accepted, in fact, more likely stoned (and I don’t mean with drugs). I’m always a bit concerned about going there, but have successfully “passed” so far.
Our shopping finished after about an hour, we headed for our ladies luncheon. Our women’s gym has a monthly luncheon to honor all of the ladies’ birthdays for the month and we’ve found them fun to attend. This time they had chosen a Thai restaurant. I was already seated as the long table began to fill up. As it turns out, many of the women are strangers to each other because, although we all belong to the same gym, we tend to workout at different times.
One lady I had not met before had brought her 11-year old granddaughter and, of course, they sat down across from me. So I spent the next two hours chatting with a group of women including one of crossdressing’s dreaded pre-teen girls. Glad I’d used my Secret deodorant! Everything went fine, however, and she never noticed anything “odd” about me.
Topics ranged from the usually chit-chat with children, what grade are you in? What school? And on to the usual adult stuff about travel, each other’s illnesses, etc. It was a very pleasant lunch and the food was very good as well.
We’d been in touch with Eryn and Mimi and knew that they would be shopping in town, so we texted them and found that they were in a mall over on the west side of the valley. We drove over and met them and spent a very pleasant couple of hours strolling around the mall and shopping. They had already done most of their serious shopping (I heard that Eryn scored a very nice new summer dress, but you’ll have to ask her about that) so it was more chat and wander than actual buying.
We debated going to an evening movie in the area but after checking the movie schedules we found that nothing appealed to us so we headed for a deli about halfway between the mall and our home. Dinner was good, complete with a characteristic deli waitress, “What’ll you have, ladies?”
After dinner we went back to our home. Eryn and Mimi had brought over a few videos that they thought we would enjoy. They suggested one in particular, “Secondhand Lions,” that we had never seen. What a great feel-good movie! We loved it and I’m probably ordering my own copy.
By 11:30 or so we were all tired and Eryn and Mimi headed back to their home beyond the hills.
Hugs,
Persephone.
Our housekeeper had called the night before to ask if she could bring her 14-year old son along to help. Not a problem, but my spouse and I had a luncheon plan with me en femme. Not something that would normally bother our housekeeper but we didn’t want to confuse her son.
Our solution was to leave the house before they arrived and to return after they left.
The day included several different activities and both my spouse and I chose capris, blouses, and summer sandals. I’m afraid I forgot to take pictures, but who takes pictures of a normal day?
Our first errand was a trip to Home Depot to drop off the CFL. Because of their toxic nature you aren’t supposed to just dump them with the trash, you have to take them to an authorized disposal site. Inside the Home Depot I couldn’t find the disposal site so I finally selected a tall, bearded employee and asked him where to dispose of my bulb.
He said, “I’ll show you where it is, M’am,” took my bulb and placed it in the disposal site, located in the customer service area behind all of the go backs. I thanked him and left. I suppose they’ll have to find a more prominent place for the disposal container before 2014 when the mandatory “greening” of the U.S. makes incandescent bulbs illegal to sell and we all have to buy our toxic CFL’s from China and be forced to dispose of them “properly.”
Then we were off to the market that we sometimes shop in. It is located in an ethnic area where crosssdressers would not be generally accepted, in fact, more likely stoned (and I don’t mean with drugs). I’m always a bit concerned about going there, but have successfully “passed” so far.
Our shopping finished after about an hour, we headed for our ladies luncheon. Our women’s gym has a monthly luncheon to honor all of the ladies’ birthdays for the month and we’ve found them fun to attend. This time they had chosen a Thai restaurant. I was already seated as the long table began to fill up. As it turns out, many of the women are strangers to each other because, although we all belong to the same gym, we tend to workout at different times.
One lady I had not met before had brought her 11-year old granddaughter and, of course, they sat down across from me. So I spent the next two hours chatting with a group of women including one of crossdressing’s dreaded pre-teen girls. Glad I’d used my Secret deodorant! Everything went fine, however, and she never noticed anything “odd” about me.
Topics ranged from the usually chit-chat with children, what grade are you in? What school? And on to the usual adult stuff about travel, each other’s illnesses, etc. It was a very pleasant lunch and the food was very good as well.
We’d been in touch with Eryn and Mimi and knew that they would be shopping in town, so we texted them and found that they were in a mall over on the west side of the valley. We drove over and met them and spent a very pleasant couple of hours strolling around the mall and shopping. They had already done most of their serious shopping (I heard that Eryn scored a very nice new summer dress, but you’ll have to ask her about that) so it was more chat and wander than actual buying.
We debated going to an evening movie in the area but after checking the movie schedules we found that nothing appealed to us so we headed for a deli about halfway between the mall and our home. Dinner was good, complete with a characteristic deli waitress, “What’ll you have, ladies?”
After dinner we went back to our home. Eryn and Mimi had brought over a few videos that they thought we would enjoy. They suggested one in particular, “Secondhand Lions,” that we had never seen. What a great feel-good movie! We loved it and I’m probably ordering my own copy.
By 11:30 or so we were all tired and Eryn and Mimi headed back to their home beyond the hills.
Hugs,
Persephone.