So fine, its Halloween, and I’m going to do a blog. So what are you expecting, Boris not doing Brexit, oh seriously, no!!! In truth, I’ll be glad when thats all over, whatever happens from here, but anyway… No, lets stick with the obvious Halloween stuff, lol, witches, and the like.
Technically as someone of Gaelic ancestry, I wouldnt do Halloween, because Samhain is the Gaelic significance of the day, but besides that…OK, I live in the UK, and though we arent as big on Halloween as America, it does seem to be getting bigger over here, all the same. But when I was young, we pretty much ignored it, has to be said. And given I was never in Ireland at Samhain, well…
But fine, would I dress up now, in a wonderfully over the top Witch’s outfit, especially if matched with an actual flying broomstick, well… I know, latter is not going to happen, but a woman can dream! But an over the top outfit, well, maybe this?
No, its fair to say its not going to arrive in time now, is it, lol? But would I wear it, given the chance? Well, possibly…Oh fine, I would.
As to the chance of finding an actual flying broomstick, think thats far less likely, lol.
But to all those enjoying Halloween, Samhain, or any other special day today, I hope you have a wonderful time. Just do your best not to imagine this 61 year old in that sexy Sorceress outfit, lol.
OK, video time. I very much doubt any UK readers will have heard of this song. Hey, given its 50 years old, I’m not sure how many of my North American ones will have done too. But fine, Terry Jacks, Seasons In The Sun, well maybe a few…? Apologies for poor quality of video, but best I can find
Its probably fair to say there are 2 stages in my life. The first one lasted 42 years or so, when I tried to be a man, probably failed miserably, but at least I gave it a go. As we now know, wasnt me, but anyway…Then, early in the new millennium, by the magic of the internet, I finally found out what was the matter with me, and as they say, the rest is history. Yes, this century started in a sketchy way, where I tried to live 2 lives, or is that more correctly, 2 genders at the same time. In comparison, the last 8 years or so, since when I’ve been living to various degrees full time, as a woman only, been so much easier.
One issue it quickly created, is that in terms of friends, there is pretty much no crossover from the 2 stages of my life. In all honesty, apart from my mother (now departed from this world), there was no connection in my life pre 2001, and after 2001. No, you dont want to know about my transgender coming out, and my mother, you really dont.
Thankfully, in 2001, I managed to find myself a new group of friends, who accepted me for what I was, and at that time, it was pretty much of a mental mess. Since then, I’d like to think I’ve got better, not altogether hard when I’m living as I should be, nowadays. And thats right, back in 2005, 4 of us moved up to Yorkshire together, to start again, in one house. And until today, thats the way its always been, but no more. To be fair, Dave was 84, so had lived a good life. But yes, cancer is horrible, and thats what took him in the end, finally leaving us this morning UK time. I might only have known him for about 17 years, and lived with him (prior to Yorkshire move, he lived separately in Cambridgeshire, much of the time) for about 12 years. So yes, going to miss him a lot. In all honesty, my current ‘family’, for want of a better term care for me more than my own (fine, it was only my mother) did when I got away from that stage of my life.
So yes, strictly, in bereavement senses, he wasnt family. In truth, he was more a part of my family than my true family ever was! So RIP Dave, and thanks for everything. Thankfully for him, the pain is now over. And yes, more praise for work, in bereavement leave sense, he counts as part of my family, and I’m grateful for that.
The video? Well in truth, I couldnt really think of much else, so…