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Another Sunday and quite relaxed, sunny, around 20^C by 2pm. This is our last long weekend until the end of September and I held out against pleas to work the Monday. I've done so the last two long weekends but given that I have plans for tonight, I wanted to keep this one for myself. It commemorates the beginning of European settlement in Western Australia, which was done to make sure the French didn't move in.
This seems the spot to mention that on Friday, navigating a hugely congested train platform (Mob One getting off the train and Mob Two moving into position to get on) I heard a departing commuter say, "It's almost like this was a real city," or words to that effect. Yes, after 186 years, some of our citizens still wonder whether Perth is faking it.....
I use this journal to help myself keep tabs on my mental state/depression, so am pleased to report that things are still going fairly well. I'm cautious with words like "cured" as I don't honestly think that is the case. The doc changed my antidepressant dose and I also achieved a few things I had wanted to do, which always helps morale.
Also on faking it: My mother is still bothering me and she will never understand or recognise that that is the case, or why. She won't acknowledge my name change, though she knows about it, instead calling me my former name whenever she makes a remark to me, or so it feels. She has closed herself off completely from even noticing any gender divergence (is that a thing?) so as a result, I always feel pressured when I'm around her, not able to be myself. I also feel responsible to some degree, since I'm the only one of her two children to live nearby, but I have to force myself to call and/or visit.
Today, for example, I have shut my phone down because I don't want a repeat of The Phone Call - they're pretty much all the same - and so feel guilty about that. This evening I am going to the Disney Party at the Court Hotel in town; have my pirate costume all ready, and I didn't want the complication of talking to her and not telling her about all of that. Or if I did, to do so in a very edited form. M has no idea that the Court Hotel is a known gay/trans spot, but I'm frustrated because I can't tell her that without her being very negative. Am I making any sense?
Oh well; same shit, different day, as I often think when the subject is my mother. I hope to have photos to post to LJ after the event. Hell, I hope I can get in. I'm told it's going to be very popular, but folk in costume get priority.
Yesterday I finished The Empty Ones, my first short story in a long time. It needs proofing and going over before I send it off to Defying Doomsday anthology but I think that entitles me to a few hours of messing around online and in the garden before I get ready for tonight's event. I'll put everything on except the eyepatch. I think I might navigate my way to the queue before I put that on.
This seems the spot to mention that on Friday, navigating a hugely congested train platform (Mob One getting off the train and Mob Two moving into position to get on) I heard a departing commuter say, "It's almost like this was a real city," or words to that effect. Yes, after 186 years, some of our citizens still wonder whether Perth is faking it.....
I use this journal to help myself keep tabs on my mental state/depression, so am pleased to report that things are still going fairly well. I'm cautious with words like "cured" as I don't honestly think that is the case. The doc changed my antidepressant dose and I also achieved a few things I had wanted to do, which always helps morale.
Also on faking it: My mother is still bothering me and she will never understand or recognise that that is the case, or why. She won't acknowledge my name change, though she knows about it, instead calling me my former name whenever she makes a remark to me, or so it feels. She has closed herself off completely from even noticing any gender divergence (is that a thing?) so as a result, I always feel pressured when I'm around her, not able to be myself. I also feel responsible to some degree, since I'm the only one of her two children to live nearby, but I have to force myself to call and/or visit.
Today, for example, I have shut my phone down because I don't want a repeat of The Phone Call - they're pretty much all the same - and so feel guilty about that. This evening I am going to the Disney Party at the Court Hotel in town; have my pirate costume all ready, and I didn't want the complication of talking to her and not telling her about all of that. Or if I did, to do so in a very edited form. M has no idea that the Court Hotel is a known gay/trans spot, but I'm frustrated because I can't tell her that without her being very negative. Am I making any sense?
Oh well; same shit, different day, as I often think when the subject is my mother. I hope to have photos to post to LJ after the event. Hell, I hope I can get in. I'm told it's going to be very popular, but folk in costume get priority.
Yesterday I finished The Empty Ones, my first short story in a long time. It needs proofing and going over before I send it off to Defying Doomsday anthology but I think that entitles me to a few hours of messing around online and in the garden before I get ready for tonight's event. I'll put everything on except the eyepatch. I think I might navigate my way to the queue before I put that on.