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nothing profound to say other than i’m sick.  i’m bored with being sick.  sleeping and watching tv.  learned how they make rubber gloves.  the dog likes all this time in the bed.  i long to be less snotty.

it sucks to tell people when they aren’t doing a great job, while they have graded themselves as stellar.
i get graded on how i grade, but even if i didn’t, i’d still grade the same. am i honest, fair, consistent? i like to think i am all those things, but when faced with giving tough feedback, i hate it. hate it. lose sleep over it.
when you enter the work world, you get led to believe that being a supervisor or being in charge of something is good! you should aim to lead! so i did.
being in charge of things sucks. you hurt the feelings of kind people. you get called incessantly while you’re trying to sleep through a fever. you get held responsible when the people you supervise make simple human errors. ugggg. my head hurts.

Saw this and thought it was indeed true:

Until you are broken, you don’t know what you’re made of.

I’ve been broken, shattered and put back together a thousand times over, and I am stronger every single time.

The ankle I twisted and popped in May is still limpy and gimpy, so survey says…”physical therapy!”

If you aren’t in the know, physical therapy kinda hurts a lot, putting an injured area through very focused efforts to strengthen it. After the therapist put my ankle through a pile of tests involving contortion, pain and woe, he concluded that I have damaged all 3 ligaments on the outside of my ankle. I am an overachiever: if I’m going to gimp up my ankle, let me gimp it up proper, yo!

I’ll check back in at the end of the month with an ankle update, because I have like 8 more appts this month! Hopefully it will be vastly better, because this sucks.

Maybe DMB isn’t your thing, but the earnestness of the lyrics always make me a little wistful…”I do know where you go is where I want to be.” How sweet is that? On a bad day, it makes me feel like “booo hoooo, no one will ever love meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” and on a good day, it makes me smile smile smile.

he’s going home Tuesday, which will be his 88th birthday.  he will still be getting in-home care, but he’s going home.

thanks for all the wonderful thoughts and positive energy.

Forty is coming.  My birthday is less than two weeks away.  A milestone.

When did that happen?

I’m typing this while playing my favorite episode of Jim Henson’s “Bear in the Big Blue House,” the episode called “Bats Are People Too” where all the characters meet Benny the Bat.  I suppose I’m not supposed to like kid’s shows, but I still love “Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends” and everything Scooby, just like I did when I was a kid.

I’ve observed that “growing up” seems to mean for many folks that you cast aside all sense of whimsy and wonder.  Growing up means no longer being astounded by what you can do with Legos.  Growing up means no longer getting thrilled senseless about wizards or pirates or vampires or jumping up and down when your favorite song plays.  Nope.  No thanks.  I can be all business when I have to be, but on the inside, I’m clamoring for jeans, tshirt and sneakers and a little bit of fun.  I believe in Halloween and happiness and laughter and glitter and glue and being stupid.

Cheers to my next 40 years of mature childhood.