Another Meeting, Another Blog

I went to my meeting tonight. It had originally been a Transgiving potluck, but, organized souls that we are, the potluck was canceled for lack of people signing up for specific dishes. I think one person committed to bringing something. I didn't think I would be attending, but Mrs. W arranged things to make sure I got to go. She's like the duck sauce at the Chinese restaurants. Sweet and sour.

I was able to get out of the house early again, so I changed at Lisa's place and drove to the meeting in full regalia. (I love driving in heels!) There were seven of us all leaving from Lisa's. I mentioned that I had an open seat, and Shannon decided to ride with me.

Shannon is a bit of a role model for me. She is reserved and non-confrontational like myself. We were talking tonight about the difficulty of making huge decisions where there is fallout either way. We both said that our instinct is to just step back and not make a decision. Yet, Shannon made a huge decision about two years ago, when not committing was no longer an option she could live with. She embarked on the journey to womanhood that some of us just fantasize about, "some of us" meaning me.

On the ride over, Shannon wanted to make sure I was okay with the comments she had left on the blog. Hell, yes! While Shannon usually firmly defends me, I am often astounded by how well she is able to interpret my wife's actions and intuit her motivations. When I can't comprehend Mrs. W's logic, Shannon does sometimes get it and explain it to me. All this, and she's never met the woman!

I had a wonderful time at the apartment. Very witty people, and kind to a fault. The meeting was good, too, pretty much just a social gathering. Strangely, it was all MtFs and two GGs. A veritable hen party. It's usually close to a 60/40 split, with lots of FtMs.

Late into the meeting, Shannon noticed how quiet and pensive I was. I told her that a big wave of lonely had swept over me. She gave me a good, long hug, and we talked about it. I think that melancholy is going to be my constant companion for a while. As long as she doesn't bring her best bud depression around to crash on the couch, it'll be okay.

Oh, and Sylvia makes a heckuva Christmas cookie!