On Saturday, Roger and I went to get his hair cut. It is still long but shorter than it was before. As we get to leave, I make my own appointment for a trim.
RECEPTIONIST: Which day?
ME: Thursday is good
RECEPTIONIST: 6:15?
ME: Sure
RECEPTIONIST: Name?
ME: Star (pause) (pause) Jimenez
HAIR STYLIST: Still not used to it, eh?
Then this morning, I open my trunk to get out my laptop where the leftover programs have stayed and I see "Star Lester" and that looks weird.
It feels like I'm just not one or the other.
I am getting used to signing the new name. Just not saying it.
Very strange process...
