I was asked to participate in two events on a Saturday. They were the same day as the Women’s March, so I declined. Attending marches has been my priority, going back to Washington, DC years ago.
Three days before the March, I was reflecting on my commitments, which I accept full responsibility for. Work, meetings, mixers, lunches. I decided I wanted a day for myself. I informed my friends I would not be joining them for the March.
I spent Saturday by myself. It was worth it.
I was on the computer a bit before going to the gym. When I returned, I was unable to get it to work. I pressed the button, nothing happened. I tried again. Nothing. I called my IT guy and left a message. I got the receipts and box for my computer because it is two years old and still insured. I was separated from the world, or so it felt. I needed to cancel a lunch date to take my computer in. I plugged in my cell phone to access whatever I could that I know how to do. I brought a book in to read since I lost access to my games.
I called Julie, as I usually do in the morning. She said the computer had likely gone to sleep. She told me what to do, and I followed her directions. It worked!! She said, “Now to know what to do next time.” I said, “Assuming I remember.” She said, “Call me.”
That I will remember.
I found this accurate post:
Left-handers are wired into the artistic half of the brain, which makes them imaginative, creative, surprising, ambiguous, exasperating, stubborn, emotional, witty, obsessive, infuriating, delightful, original, but never, never dull.
I own all of the above.
Since I only write and eat left-handed and do everything else (scissors, blackboard writing, bowling, pitching, etc.) right-handed, I am ambidextrous. More adjectives are due me.
Took a trip with my daughter Julie. Went to Puerta Vallarta, Mexico. The choice was an all-inclusive so that we had minimal decisions to make.
When Julie returned from a journey recently to Arizona, she brought me a gift of small containers of spicy condiments. She knows my taste, or lack of it.
The first night we went to the Mexican restaurant. The food was bland. Very disappointing. It turned out most of the meals were less than tasty. We ate out at a place we discovered 26 years earlier on a trip there, and it was excellent.
We did relax. The time was wonderful, particularly with her. I would do it again.
I was on a return flight from Los Angeles. There was a boy around two years old seated across from me. During the flight, one of the adults sitting next to him talked to the woman behind me. It was evident they were traveling together. Near the end of the trip, the boy referred to this woman as Mommy. The whole journey, Andrew (I learned his name) stayed in his seat, spoke softly, played, munched and drank.
When I was getting off of the plane, I said to the mother, “Great job raising him.” She smiled and said, “You don’t know how meaningful it is to hear a comment like that.”
But, I do. We complain when children are too noticeable on our flights, but we do not compliment when they are a pleasure.
Positive regard. I encourage it.
I was at a business meeting the other day, and we were reviewing a fundraiser we had done. I noticed that the term “older women” was used often to describe many of the people who had been very helpful and contributory to the fundraiser. After I heard the term a few times, I made a comment, noting that the age bracket was not necessary to stipulate in this context.
I know, you are shocked that I said anything.
When I had surgery recently, the assistant to the anesthesiologist came into the room to ask me questions. We finished, and then she wheeled me into the operating room. When we entered, the anesthesiologist introduced herself. I commented on my pleasure that both were women. They did not respond.
I appreciate that these women achieved what they did. I hope they do too.
I missed free breakfast at my business group meeting last week. I was having a colonoscopy, so most understand why I was unable to attend the meeting. I will return to day. Should I order a breakfast and pay for it just to compensate for the once a month one I missed? I never eat breakfast anyway. It is just the idea.
Coffee will be my order. Sometimes I am able to ruminate about minor things.
Got a call from my daughter who works in Thousand Oaks. The area was evacuated due to a wild fire. There are thousands of employees where she works. She was stuck in the parking lot surrounded by black sky during daylight. No cars were moving. She was scared, so was I. She was low on gas. More to worry about.
It took her two hours to get home. The panic never ceases.
I was scheduled for a 45-minute phone consultation with the anesthesia department. They were to call between 9-11 am. I arranged clients accordingly. They did not call. I called them. “Oh, my, I need to talk to the supervisor; you were supposed to be the first call.” Another call comes in. It is the person I was scheduled with, apologizing for being late. We went over the prep and arrangements.
I chose to remain optimistic that their timing will be accurate during surgery.