Yesterday was my birthday. 59. May 15 is an interesting date to be born on. Day 1957135 in the Julian Calendar. Wednesday, which is Odin's Day. I am also a Wednesday's child, and thus full of woe.
I wasn't particularly woeful. I spent the weekend back in Indiana and all my brothers were in town. Even eldest bro was in from California on business. Mom was sick as a dog and spent the whole time in bed. Bronchial infection, and she didn't go to the doctor for fear they would put her in the hospital. We all noted that they don't actually put people in the hospital, and she should have gone to the doctor instead of trying to fight it off in order to spend time with us.
She very much wanted to cook something nice for me, and I said don't worry about it Mom. I cooked something nice for her instead. I also cooked breakfast for my brothers. Just like old times in college, when I cooked for the house - for my roommates in the house we rented.
Bachelor chow, of course. Beef stew. Chili. Spaghetti and meatballs. On Friday nights, steak, refried beans, and home fries. You name it for breakfast, but I made a huevos rancheros casserole dish that people would just happen to stop by to eat.
Not much of a cook now, when it's only me, but glad to know I still got the chops.
My younger brother laid a bombshell on us, informing us that his son now identifies as a woman. We, of course, voiced support for our nephew/niece. I could tell he was trying to do the Northern European thing of not letting it bother him, but I could tell it shook a few pillars.
Well, what you gonna do? Modern family. You support decisions, your support family and that's that.
I guess it could not be a better time for kid to be transgender.
Me? I'm surprised how unhappy I am about it, but I will do what I can to help them out.
It's not like there was a choice involved.