Breakfast with the Family

 

JJ Hart.

Just a short post today since I spent most of the morning at breakfast with the supporting side of my mini family.

By “mini”, I meant there were only four of us, my wife Liz, my daughter, son in law and me of course. We met roughly halfway between Dayton, Ohio (where they live) and Cincinnati where Liz and I live. To do so, I needed to take my walk early, which was not a bad idea anyhow because of our ongoing heat advisory.

Because of all of that and the half hour drive, I needed to back time the rest of my activities such as shaving, applying makeup and brushing out my hair. Since we were meeting at a casual breakfast venue, I chose a nice tan sleeveless top with a pair of leggings and flats. As always, I wanted to be comfortable and blend in with the other women. The only hold-up we ran into was the first venue we always went to was closed, so we had to choose another close by. Fortunately, we were near a major interstate exit, and there were a couple of other major breakfast food chains nearby. Plus, the one we chose was not full and we were seated quickly. Sadly, we could not find any locally owned venues to support.

As always, it is about this time, after all these years of being out in public, I still have a little amount of concern over being read in a negative situation. Nothing of that sort happened this morning and I had a great time. The only drawback happened when we discussed how my first wife was doing after her husband passed away last week. She is the mother of my daughter, and she is quite close to the situation.

My kid is a glutton for punishment and even went to an extended family reunion (from my wife’s late husband) last week. You may remember, she has a trans child who she completely supports and is quite liberal, in the middle of a bunch of tRumpt loving cultists. Including a friend of mine from long ago who keeps asking how my dead name is doing. He refuses to call me by my new legal name. Since I never see him anymore, I could care less about him and his political beliefs.

Other than our brief political discussions, we had a great morning and better yet, no one questioned my gender.