1. We were supposed to enjoy the sights and sounds of Cincinnati, Ohio, last weekend. Alas, stuff happened, so the husband went alone to attend his conference, and I was granted the wholly unexpected luxury of a weekend home alone. Not to contradict the brilliant author and astute espouser of today's title quote, but it was a perfectly delightful surprise that came about precisely when I needed it.
2. One of the things I did with my alone time was to take honest stock of all things health related, including my physical condition, or lack thereof. Of conditioning. I mean, I'm in fine health, no real complaints, but it could always be better. There's no excuse for it not being better. I'm a grown woman, with the power to make my own choices. If I'm carrying around an extra 40 pounds, it's because I HAVE CHOSEN TO DO SO. Following the Paleo thing for several weeks begat a deeper interest in my body as temple; thus the purchase of the book referenced in the last post and the complete buy-in to what it's selling.
3. I'm not going to write about that here every day, but I am going to do a weekly wrap up every Sunday. For now, I'll just say, today is Day 4 and I'm <insert jazz hands here> razzmatazzed!
4. The husband bought me a 3-month unlimited yoga pass for Christmas that I hadn't been able to use due to January's hustle and flow and February's car accident/sore neck & back. I finally made the time and hit a class Monday evening. Going back tonight. And will be cramming in as many classes as is humanly possible over the next 90 days. I love yoga. I wish I were better at it. If I use this pass to its maximum benefit, I will be!
5. On Monday I got a call from a social worker with an urgent need. She had a client who needed moved - in 48 hours. Miracle worker that I am < cough cough >, a crew of four able bodies arrived at her door at 10 a.m. this morning and she was all moved into her new place by noon. I love these small victories. They are stressful and frustrating, but enormously rewarding.
6. I went out to the farthest nether regions of one of our small towns one day last week to conduct an intake visit with a prospective new FIAGKV client. She was sweet as can be, but why why why do people who have so many medical issues live so far away from everything? She has PT twice a week PLUS a monthly appointment with one doctor and quarterly appointments with two others. She will be needing transportation up to 12 times in a single month. That's a lot. That's especially a lot for someone who lives out in the middle of nowhere. This is one of my biggest challenges in terms of client care.
7. Well, maybe my second biggest challenge. The first would have to be, hands down, an inability to meet the enormous and devastating need for cleaning services. So many homes are in truly desperate need of services ranging from extensive cleaning to de-hoarding, and countless more are in need of help to keep up week to week. The difficulty is twofold: 1) it is nearly impossible to find volunteers who want to clean houses, and 2) the need is vastly greater than the capacity, even among those who could afford to pay for the service.
8. Politics is making me all stabby. So many times, I've wished I could tweet out my wise take on things <guffaw>, and so many times I've thanked God above for the wisdom to yank my account down a few months ago. Here, for my own benefit, in short takes form, in no particular order, are some of my thoughts on the current state of affairs:
I am legit stunned and saddened about Marco's fate. Have read several pieces accusing his campaign of believing the fallacy of his inevitability. If that's true, it's political malpractice. Still, I admit I laughed whenever I'd read a headline or piece claiming Rubio to be the ONLY ONE who could unite the party when voter after voter, state after state, primary after primary demonstrated nothing of the kind. Opposite day!
These votes for Donald Trump...I just cannot bring myself to believe they are anything more than a sick joke that we, the American people, are playing on ourselves. My theory is that GOP voter turnout is so high and Dem turnout more subdued because Dem voters are crossing lines to cast a primary ballot for the Orange Man. Not because they want him to be our next President, but rather because they think it is strategic or amusing or they think Hillary is a lock.
Concurrent and unassailable theory: the GOP is reaping what it sowed and its bloggers and social media pros had the largest hand in creating the Frankenstein that is The Donald. He is the inevitable outcome of the rhetoric they started and that they try to deny accountability now is uproarious. The GOP is irrevocably damaged. There will be a surviving conservative movement, but there will never again be a 'Grand Old Party.'
When Mitch McConnell says the American people should have their voices heard on the issue of the next SCOTUS nominee, he conveniently forgets the majority who used their voices to vote for Barack Obama - twice - who happens to be the sitting President with a vacancy to fill. And yeah, "but he did it first!!" Biden Rule, whatever. It was stupid then, too. And, people? Are we grown ups yet? TWO WRONGS STILL DO NOT MAKE A RIGHT!
Politics is grotesque. I used to say it was like a kindergarten playground, but that's too gentle. Kindergarten kids are generally sweet and kind and honest. It's more like high school, replete with cliques and bullies, nerds and jocks, cruelty and heartache.
And that's all I've got to say about that. Except for the part where my husband keeps making arguments for Trump with, "I'm not saying I support him, but..." caveats and I feel myself wanting to hammer a nail through my eyeball. My husband is in the oil and gas business. I understand and absolutely appreciate that he is virtually a 1000% energy voter. It's important to me, too. It's personal. I know more about fracking and drilling and pipelines and infrastructure than I'd care to admit and I wish more of my liberal friends did, too. But I am not a single issue voter. I am a holistic human American living in a great big world; being so single-minded, short-sighted, and uncompromising is an unfathomable state of mind, to me.
9. Politics is supposed to be the art of the compromise. Life is about compromise. Relationships are about compromise. Growing a sustainable successful organization takes compromise. Diplomacy is compromise. Marriages can't survive without compromise. Neither can nations. Not forever.
10. See? Now. I feel a little better for expunging all those toxic thoughts, but I also feel gross for having them sit here on my blog in perpetuity. But a journal is a journal and truth is truth. My journal, my truth.
11. Starting to dream about travel. Short adventures. Long vacations. This mans planning actual travel cannot be far behind. I already have several WV day trips mapped out for the spring and summer, there is talk of visiting the son in the state of Washington, and a work conference/WVU football game combo journey to Missouri/Oklahoma appears quite promising. Anticipation is half of the allure.
12. Speaking of WVU, the men's basketball team is about to embark on yet another March Madness journey fraught with potential. I have not followed this team as rabidly as usual, and I can't explain why. True confession: I don't even know all their names! That's terrible! But it's tourney time! I love my 'Eers!!!!! Let's gooooooooooo!
13. We've had a series of gorgeous days. I jumped the gun a wee bit and planted some flowers. Just little ones, in pots, on the front porch, but still. There are flowers. And now, on the eve of the first day of Spring, they are predicting snow.
Because of course they are.
I love this crazy little thing called life.
*Title quote written by Bill Watterson, but spoken by Calvin.