If I don't type this up right now, I probably won't get it done until next year.
With my wrist still a bit sore, I've been avoiding things to inflame the problem... like typing. And then... well, it just didn't seem too important... my life, I really didn't have anything interesting to write about.
Anyhow, I noticed Sunday that it's about time for my new body to remind me that I'm now a girl. I'm not really looking forward to it - I mean, the timing could be better with the holiday and all. I'm am still not used to what I'm supposed to feel, and when - so trying to prepare myself or plan anything is driving me nuts.
I'm pretty sure that there's no chance of finding a decent job with Kat's experience... especially this late into the summer season. I mentioned as much to mom & dad at supper last week - they agreed and since then I've been doing chores around the house and farm. It's almost like going through my high school years again... almost. My jobs around the farm are taking care of feeding the animals and helping with other things - no heavy lifting or "dirty" work, because I'm a girl, of course. Now, don't get me wrong - it's not because a woman can't do a "man's job" - that's just the guys being gentlemen and respecting the differences. Trust me, I had to help cook and bake when I was myself all those years ago - though, now... well, I seem to be doing more housework than I remember doing back then - but that could just be me.
I know that Frank is getting a kick out of every time I scowl at the realization that I'm being treated like a girl. He's told me so and ribs me about it when we're alone - just to get me riled-up. I told him he was lucky he wasn't in my shoes - then regretted the wording when he reminded me that he was, in-fact, in my shoes. His mood turned more somber after that, and I realized that he was probably having a harder time with the change than I was... and he doesn't have the gender thing to deal with. I asked him if he'd heard from his new self yet and he shook his head in the negative.
That scares me. The fact that he hasn't heard from his new self could mean that he has no way to return to his own body, and that could be a problem for me getting back to my own life. Not that I'm in any huge rush... but not having a way back home isn't very comforting.
Think positive, think positive - no negative thoughts. There's probably a good reason for the lack of contact.
Well, I have chores to do in a few minutes. So, I guess that's all you get for now. At least I don't have to wear a skirt and heels for this job.