It was the
usual Saturday morning routine for us and I'm sitting there surfing the web and
sucking down coffee when my wife says "Oh, look at that! The neighbors cat
is playing with a squirrel!"
'Well hell!'
I thought to myself, 'this sounds like a cute and adorable Kodak moment!' I
grabbed my camera and started recording video when my wife revised her
assessment of the situation.
"Yeah,
he's gonna kill it. . ."
Needless to
say, I dropped the camera and we both went out and saved the baby squirrel from
the cat that was happily torturing it. I had to keep shoving the cat away,
because he wasn't at all pleased to be giving up his toy and meal, and while I
kept him at bay, my wife picked up the traumatized squirrel and carried it into
the house. I gathered up some old blankets that I put in the bottom of a
plastic bin, and we did our best to comfort the little critter. My wife made
several attempts to feed it but with very little success. . .
Of course
both of my youngest children fell instantly in love with it, and who wouldn't?
I mean it's not every day that you get to hold and pet a squirrel is it? Many
times over the next day, that squirrel was picked up and passed from person to
person for some major cuddles and petting, but it was becoming clear to my wife
and I that either the squirrel had been seriously hurt by the cat, or the thing
had already had some sort of problem and that was HOW the cat had got him.
Monday,
after taking the children to school, we packed him into the car and took him to
the vet who very quickly told us that the little fella probably only had a few
more hours of life in him, and they weren't going to be good hours either. The
vet tried to pick him up and place him on his feet, but he would just flop over
onto his side, and sometimes would use his legs to drag himself around in a
circle. We tried to do what was right,
and asked the vet to put the little fella out of his misery, and the vet was
kind enough to not only take care of it, but to do it free of charge. Small
towns do have their points. . .
I'll bet you
can guess what my little five year olds first words were when I picked him up
from school that afternoon.
"I
can't wait to get home and pet my squirrel!" Came the happy little voice
from the back seat, amid the sound of his buckling his car seat straps up. It
just about broke my heart to tell him that the little thing had not made it. .
.
Still, I
assured him that we had given it two more days than it was going to have, and
that we had certainly given it a happier ending than the cat had had in mind.
Instead of being tortured to death, we had given it a comfortable home, amid
hugs and cuddles - there are far worse ways to go. He cried for a good solid
five minutes, but ten minutes later was out playing and laughing in the back
yard.
The Start of my Day |
I checked in
at US Airways with the same lady that took care of me the last time, and she
struck up a conversation again with me.
"Well
howdy stranger! Where are you headed this week? Oh! You know this is Tuesday
right? Where were ya yesterday?!" She teased.
"Yeah,
I'm running a little late this week!" I told her with a grin. "I'm
headed to Denver this time."
"Oh
ho!" She said with a grin. "You know what is legal in Denver now
right?" She was alluding to the fact that marijuana was now legal in
Colorado, but that makes little difference to me.
"Yeah,
I know, but it doesn't matter to me - I can't do it!
"I hear
you. I would be unemployed pretty quick myself." She commiserated with me.
"Yepper!
I have to take drug tests periodically to satisfy some of our customers
requirements, and if I came up 'hot' I would lose my job. I'm not willing to
risk it."
"You
know, some of my friends and I are thinking about moving there and all getting
a house together. We would be like three old spinsters!" She thought about
it for a moment and then added while batting her eyes "Not that we are old
or anything, because I just turned 28!"
"I hear
ya. I've only just turned 29 myself - for the twentieth time now!" I told
her with a laugh.
The end of my day with no hem in my dress |
Making my
way across the Phoenix airport to catch my connecting flight, I grew annoyed at
a long thread that was hanging down from my dress and catching on my legs, and so
I reached down and tugged on it, and then tugged on it again when it failed to
come loose the first time. As you can probably guess by now, this turned out to
be a somewhat bad idea because that particular threads job had been to hold the
hem of my dress. As a result of my tugging, I got to spend the rest of the day
wearing a lopsided dress that had one side hanging lower than the other. As if that wasn't bad enough, I had also
failed to follow my own advice when it comes to wearing high heels while
traveling - I had not made sure that
they were going to be comfortable enough for an entire day spent walking. My
feet were killing me! So there I am
walking through two airports and a rental car facility wearing a lopsided dress
and hobbling along like an old woman who has stones in her shoes. Yup - the
very model of grace and beauty was I!
While
waiting for my bags to arrive at the baggage belt, I took out my GPS and
programmed in the address for my hotel so that I would be ready to go as soon
as I got to my rental car. Inside of the airport, the GPS can't "see"
the satellites though and just gave me the message "looking for
satellites", so I chucked it back into my backpack. About half way to the
rental car facility in the shuttle bus, my GPS must have picked up the signal
because the bus filled with the deep voice of Darth Vader from the GPS in my
backpack.
"I find
your lack of faith to be disturbing - recalculating. Do not fail me again. . .
"
Yeah, every
single person on the bus was looking straight at me, some grinning, and some
looking confused. Nothing like keeping a low profile and flying under the radar
huh?
As usual,
there was nothing particularly interesting about the work I had to do, so I
won’t bore you with any of those details. Suffice it to say that I did my job,
and then the next day I was on airplanes headed for home. For all of the usual
reasons, I flew home “drab” (in male clothing). I was sitting in the gate area
waiting for my connecting flight, when an older man and woman came and took the
seats next to me. Considering that the gate area was largely empty, this took
me a bit by surprise, but it quickly became obvious that the reason they had
sat next to me was because I was near the electrical outlet that made it
possible for me to plug in my laptop and start my blog, and also made it
possible for her to plug in her cell phone for charging. At some point a
conversation was started about where we were coming from and going to.
“So are
y’all going to Austin?” I asked her.
“No, we are
going to San Antonio, and then on to Houston. Have you heard about the Lesbians
there?” she asked.
‘Huh?’ I
thought to myself? What the heck does she mean by ‘the Lesbians’?
I wasn’t
sure I had heard her correctly, so I settled for just asking her to repeat it
and perhaps expand on it.
“I’m sorry?”
I asked her.
“The
Lesbians in Houston. You know the mayor?”
“What about
the mayor?”
“She’s a
lesbian! My husband is a Pastor in Anchorage and he is coming to speak at a
conference against the Lesbians.”
I almost
choked at this point, because here I was, sitting right next to her writing and
cropping photos for my blog about being transgender, and out of a whole
airport, this woman chose to share her mission with me! Sometimes you just have
to wonder how shit like this happens – I mean what are the odds? I usually do
my best to never be rude to people as it very rarely serves a purpose or makes
me feel better, but before the filter between brain and mouth had engaged, I
blurted out “Wow! You guys are going way
out of your way to spread intolerance, aren’t you?”
I would love
to say that she looked shocked, or offended, or maybe even chastised, but no –
she didn’t. She just turned back to her husband, and a few minutes later they
moved off to sit somewhere else. I was still sitting there musing the situation
when my phone rang. It was a customer of ours that lives up north-west of Fort
Worth, and it seems that a component that I recently installed has failed
already. A big company can tolerate
things like this because they either have spare instruments that they can use,
or they have the resources to absorb the loss of a paying job or two, but a
small company like his suffers a huge
setback if their equipment fails and they can’t complete a job that they had
scheduled. For a tiny company, this can be the difference between being able to
feed his family or not. Now the problem was, since it was a five hour drive
away, there was no way that I could make the drive and take care of him the next day without missing my children’s
Halloween – AGAIN. I could only think of one way to take care him and not miss Halloween with my children and that
was to make the drive to his location that same night just as soon as my plane
landed so that I could work on his analyzer first thing in the morning, and
then make the drive back home in time for trick-or-treating. Talk about a
LOOONNGGG couple of days . . .
Our Front Yard on Halloween |
Kim -
ReplyDeleteYou did the right thing - you were there for your children.....
M
Sometimes being a little rude is the right course of action. I think that your response pretty much nailed it. :-)
ReplyDeleteIt would seem that the lady in the airport may have been a bit insensitive in her choice of words but she is entitled to her views whether I agree with her or not.
ReplyDeleteI have not been following the story that closely and there has been very little reporting in the press but the Houston mayor the people you met were going to protest took the unilateral action of voidng 50,000 petitions which was more than three times the number required. The protest was sparked when the Mayor subpoenaed a number of pastors to produce copies of their sermons 'before' they were delivered to give the government the ability to exercise prior restraint of speech inside the churches. The penalty for a pastor who failed to give the Mayor their sermons was potential imprisonment or fines for contempt of court.
Rather than getting hate mail the mayor was sent a large number of bibles.
Lack of tolerance for freedom of speech or freedom of religion and the imposition of governmental controls and prior restraint on expressions of free speech or the freedom to exercise your religion is a form of socialism that is scary.
There are two sides to every story and intolerance is not a one way street. The lack of tolerance of the mayor for those who would speak out against the government strikes me as un-American, even if I support the legislation that spurred the original controversy.
Just my two cents
Pat
We have heard nothing of this over here on the civilised side of the globe, but can a Mayor really do that in the USA? I am staggered that so much authority can be vested in a single person in a country that sees itself as a democracy.
DeleteAny restriction on freedom of speech or religion has nothing to do with socialism, indeed it is the absolute apotheosis of socialism, unfortunately from the German National Socialist Party onwards many totalitarian regimes have tried to claim association with socialism,
Automatic +1 because of the title of this blogpost! :)
ReplyDeleteProtesting against "teh Lesbians", eh? Everyone's entitled to their own views.. but wow.. a lot these religious folk do make an effort to be a PITA all around the country and world.
I'm glad you blurted it out, because while they indeed have the right to say and believe what they want.. they should know that more and more people actively don't agree with their hateful beliefs.
A strange encounter indeed, but probably best you didn't meet them while your feet were hurting. While I don't know the details of the situation, your automatic reaction was pretty good, it may have been interesting to engage with them, but it may also have been pretty trying.
ReplyDeleteAs a Christian I find it hard to embrace Halloween, but family has to come first.
Hi Kim,
ReplyDeleteI recently saw a picture of you on Pinterest in a very lovely wedding gown. You take a very nice picture and I love the gown!
Just saw your blog for the first time and wondered if you still have these issues with your wife. Your pics have always been an inspiration for me.
ReplyDeleteHugs
Abby
Abby, I'm not sure why, but my wife's attitude has changed a bit in the last six months to a year. In fact I was thinking that I was going to comment on that in my next blog post, so I'll leave it at that for now rather than steal my own thunder. LOL
DeleteVery informative, keep posting such good articles, it really helps to know about things.
ReplyDeleteThe folks who advertise Mustangs for Ford Motor Company produced a video last week that you and your daughter will enjoy. It is about a female stunt driver who goes on blind dates with several unsuspecting guys. In her red Mustang, she surprises them with a show of her driving skills. Your descriptions of your daughter give me a clue that she would like this video. Come to think about it, your daughter sounds like someone who would actually do this! http://nj1015.com/fords-blind-date-commercial-takes-turn-for-best/
ReplyDeleteBTW, I really enjoy your blog. Like you, on my evenings and extra days on business trips, I have often been out and about en femme. But you are a better and braver woman than I am: I have never looked the TSA in the eye en femme.
~Abby from Idaho
Love the video! Thanks for sharing it!
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