November and Love Languages

Hello everyone,

I hope you are all well.

I am sitting at my desk.

When I turn my neck, a little to the left,I see outside the window,my view is of,the street,but, I am on the,second floor,so I see,houses,trees,lawns,cars and delivery trucks,and the sky,

which today is clear,

blue with white puffy clouds,

but, it’s cold,

November….sigh.

So far, I am doing ok,

I find November,

challenging,

sad anniversaries,

incoming cold,

less and less light,

and the grey that,

invades everything.

But, right now,

it is sunny,

and colours,

on the trees and bushes,

are hanging around.

A most picturesque time of year.

As I write this,

I am listening to,

a fabulous playlist,

on Spotify.

I have 2 echo dot’s,

and an echo flex,

so I can fill the flat,

with the sounds of,

Ella singing Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered,

Sinatra singing… anything,

except My Way,

I really can’t stand that song, everyone has there favourites and their really not songs, right?

this is music that makes me happy,

that inspires me.

When I need to sing,

to dance,

I listen to Motown,

Indigo Girls,

for memory lane,

Bon Jovi,

for cleaning.

I love to sway,

with my girl,

to Stevie Wonder,

and Jazz,

Chet Baker,

Nina Simone,

are current favourites.

I just finished a book,

by Ivan Coyote,

a long time favourite writer/storyteller from the Yukon,

Care Of : Letters, Connections and Cures,

is a magnificent book,

real and funny,

smart and raw,

but, never crude,

Ivan tells it,

as it is,

but always with compassion,

and understanding,

of others,

humour and emotion,

a new Ivan is a source,

of much joy.

Even the ones I like less,

I still like better than most stuff,

I read.

I have been reading Ivan,

for a long time,

my ex first sent me their book-Close To Spiderman,

it was love at first read.

If you would like insight,

into what being trans is,

without the academics,

written with heart and vulnerability,

by someone,

who has a true voice,

storytelling expertise,

writing chops,

give Ivan a read,

you won’t regret it.

They just might help you,

through November.

Thank you Anita,

for putting their book in my hands,

many years ago,

and thank you Catherine,

for surprising me with this book.

The women in my life,

have always given me,

gifted me books,

they know,

it is one of my love languages.

Be well you all.

Stay safe,

Stay warm.

Later girls,

BB

By Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my mid early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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