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Jan. 1st, 2021 11:56 pmIt’s exactly 1 year since I had my hair last dyed and trimmed.
Watched “Loss Prevention” (2018) with my wife last night. She pronounced it “very silly.”
We made black eyed peas and cabbage, both done with bacon, and a corn casserole that has a bit of cornbread quality. It’s not quite the collards and proper cornbread I’d like but it goes better with the other members of my household. I nailed it on cooking the cabbage - pulled it from the heat when it was perfectly cooked.
My roommate has schedule a COVID test tomorrow. There was a possible exposure situation at her work during the week and we’ve been sick - here more than the rest of us. She has been isolating at the house - she has the main bedroom with the ensuite so that’s easier - and adjusting to needing to depend on us to fetch items. She’s had a hard life to date which heavily reinforced “the only one you can depend on is yourself” so this is hard for her.
I discussed with my wifey how we felt about 2020. She said it was probably the best year she ever had. Funny how that is but…escaping an abusive home life will do that.
I’m not one for New Year’s Resolutions, having only done it once in my life before, 10 years ago. Last night I decided to set two goals for myself for this year:
1) Get back into therapy to deal with the surgery regret and various shit from the decades of abuse.
2) Make progress on getting breast augmentation and rhinoplasty.
I don’t think I can actually be in the position to make #2 happen this year but I can get setup to do so in 2022.
I reflected on the ones I made for 2011. They were:
1) Transition at work in.
2) Wear a dress out.
3) By the end of the year no longer be a state government employee.
I made all of them happen that year.
I also gave a re-listen to an old song.

I remember the first time I heard this song, some 14 years after its release. I was driving a Nissan Sentra across central Pennsylvana and somewhere just west of Lewisburg, passing a shop that specialized in customizing Pontiac Fieros, this came on the radio. It hit me hard because I was in a very difficult time in my life then - due to having had an affair my first engagement was on the rocks (and we broke up a few months later,) and I was heading to Juniata College to collect my things from the dorm room and turn in my key as I was on academic suspension for a year. I really didn’t have anyone on my side, and nobody to go along for the ride so I didn’t have to make that drive alone.
I did look up the story behind the song and found that the woman it’s about gave a second interview this year, for the 40th anniversary. She gave one in 2007 when Fogelberg died, and for the first time making public that she was who it was about (she had not before that for fear of causing upset in his marriage - her marriage referenced in the song was over and had remarried by the time of the song’s release in 1980.) She tells of how her grandkids love that it’s “mimi’s song” on the radio, but, quite understandably, refuses to discuss about not lying about loving her husband.
Watched “Loss Prevention” (2018) with my wife last night. She pronounced it “very silly.”
We made black eyed peas and cabbage, both done with bacon, and a corn casserole that has a bit of cornbread quality. It’s not quite the collards and proper cornbread I’d like but it goes better with the other members of my household. I nailed it on cooking the cabbage - pulled it from the heat when it was perfectly cooked.
My roommate has schedule a COVID test tomorrow. There was a possible exposure situation at her work during the week and we’ve been sick - here more than the rest of us. She has been isolating at the house - she has the main bedroom with the ensuite so that’s easier - and adjusting to needing to depend on us to fetch items. She’s had a hard life to date which heavily reinforced “the only one you can depend on is yourself” so this is hard for her.
I discussed with my wifey how we felt about 2020. She said it was probably the best year she ever had. Funny how that is but…escaping an abusive home life will do that.
I’m not one for New Year’s Resolutions, having only done it once in my life before, 10 years ago. Last night I decided to set two goals for myself for this year:
1) Get back into therapy to deal with the surgery regret and various shit from the decades of abuse.
2) Make progress on getting breast augmentation and rhinoplasty.
I don’t think I can actually be in the position to make #2 happen this year but I can get setup to do so in 2022.
I reflected on the ones I made for 2011. They were:
1) Transition at work in.
2) Wear a dress out.
3) By the end of the year no longer be a state government employee.
I made all of them happen that year.
I also gave a re-listen to an old song.

I remember the first time I heard this song, some 14 years after its release. I was driving a Nissan Sentra across central Pennsylvana and somewhere just west of Lewisburg, passing a shop that specialized in customizing Pontiac Fieros, this came on the radio. It hit me hard because I was in a very difficult time in my life then - due to having had an affair my first engagement was on the rocks (and we broke up a few months later,) and I was heading to Juniata College to collect my things from the dorm room and turn in my key as I was on academic suspension for a year. I really didn’t have anyone on my side, and nobody to go along for the ride so I didn’t have to make that drive alone.
I did look up the story behind the song and found that the woman it’s about gave a second interview this year, for the 40th anniversary. She gave one in 2007 when Fogelberg died, and for the first time making public that she was who it was about (she had not before that for fear of causing upset in his marriage - her marriage referenced in the song was over and had remarried by the time of the song’s release in 1980.) She tells of how her grandkids love that it’s “mimi’s song” on the radio, but, quite understandably, refuses to discuss about not lying about loving her husband.
