When I was driving to work this last week I could smell spring in the air. It reminded of when I was a kid. I always loved the day when we would go out into the yard with Mom and clean it up for spring. We would rake all of the old dead weeds, grass, etc into a pile and then the best part of all - we got to burn it!

I often things about things I want to write here but they never seem to make it from my thoughts to the written word. It seems like when I sit down to write all of the thoughts just fly out of my head.

It has been a rough 6 months around here. Some of Lisa's meds weren't playing nice with each other and there was some pretty big adjustments to be made. I will let her post more on details if she chooses - I think it wore us both out and now we are in the process of getting back on track.

I still have some fluctuation with my voice. I have to work harder to talk than I would like to but it is easier to get out understandable sound than it was before the surgery. I could probably benefit from a few sessions of speech therapy but, for now, am finding little things I need to do on my own to make it easier. It is really nice to be able to walk into a bank or order from a drive thru and be understood.

We went to the mall on Saturday to do a bit of shopping and maybe find some shoes. We went into Footlocker and had each found a fair of shoes we were interested in. About that time one of the workers walked by and made a comment to her co-workers about "homosexuals" and then found the need to repeat it. I couldn't even tell you what she said because she emphasized that one word so heavily. We looked at each other and decided we probably didn't need to buy shoes from there. I was actually a bit stunned because that has never happened to me before. I have had people look at me and I knew they knew I was a lesbian but never a situation where someone was so blatantly rude about it. I contemplated going back to the store, asking for the manager, and telling him/her they had just lost 2 sales and why. Still not sure if that is something I should have done. One thing I am sure of is that I will never buy another pair of shoes at Footlocker!