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Me? What can I say about me? Right now, it’s July 5, 2013. I’m a 56-year-old, mostly happy, sometimes cranky, living too much in my head, lesbian grandmother, residing in Colorado, USA. I came out at age 45, having finally realized how I needed to live my life to be the best “me” possible. Shortly thereafter, the Universe gave me the love of my life and we are creating our dream lives NOW, not waiting for some elusive “someday”. I work as a medical transcriptionist, turning the garbled ruminations of overworked doctors into brilliantly legible reports that will go into your permanent medical record. I work from home, and I love it. I’ve thought about going back “outside” to earn perhaps a better living, but the thought of wearing a bra 8 hours a day keeps me right here typing away. Otherwise, I worry too much and don’t exercise enough (though I’m working on it), so that makes me a card-carrying member of the human race!
The other people you will read about here are:
G – my wife, love, partner, and truly the best thing that ever happened to me. At the moment, we’re going through some heavy-duty stuff, mentioned below, but 11 years on, we are managing to keep our lines of communication open and our love strong. She challenges and supports me in ways I never even knew could be.
Skittles, our little Schnorkie who literally threw herself under the bus to be with us. She is just about the sweetest, cutest thing I have ever seen. She is a true joy in our lives.
GS1, aka E. He’s my oldest grandson, now 13, and recently moved in with us, after being semi-tossed out by his mother and/or her current boyfriend. This is a huge adjustment, as you can imagine, but so far, we are managing pretty well. He’s a good kid, and in the long run, this might be a great thing for all of us.
GS2, his brother, age 11, still living in Denver with his mother, my daughter, who is officially known as the Bringer of Chaos. He’s a sweet kid, but from day one he’s the enevelope pusher. If there’s a cliff and you tell him to stay a foot back from the edge, by GOD, he’ll be within six inches of it if not closer. That’s his nature. He’s funny, smart as a whip, and misses nothing. He’s also exhausting to be around for more than half an hour. I love him, but he wears me out.
Latte, my new granddaughter, age 3 months. Can’t say much about her, because well, what can you say about a 3-month-old? She’s really cute, already trying to roll over and already has a tooth! So, I imagine she will be quite a precocious kid. My daughter really wanted a girl. All I can say is, be careful what you wish for.
My daughter and her current boyfriend. At the moment, I don’t have much good to say about either of them, so I’ll practice that old saw of not saying anything more.
Then there’s G’s son, A, his wife, and her 5 grandkids, who all live in upstate New York. I have yet to meet them, although they know me via phone and Skype.
The yard and our gardens. This space where we live, a corner lot, across from a park, in sight of the Interstate, has become our haven and little piece of heaven on earth. Strangers stop and ask to have a tour. We trade produce for ice cream when the Good Humor truck goes by. I honestly can’t see myself living anywhere else. Check out the photos. You’ll agree.
Various friends and family members, usually identified by initials or names, depending on how I feel when I’m writing.
This page may change as time goes by, but those are the basics.