1. I had my chakras treated (by pendulum) on my last day of massage clinic. Do I believe in chakras and energy centers? Yes. Maybe. Mostly. Everything was open and flowing freely except my sahasrara (higher consciousness/ spiritual connection) chakra was spinning in a wide circle. Backwards. WTF.
2. So we went to church on Sunday, in part because I was feeling a little shaken by the whole “your spiritual connection is not only off, it’s backwards” thing. My bedside reading has been Blue Like Jazz, a gift from my Dad, and there have been many other nudges lately pointing me back in the direction of our sweet and liberal neighborhood Episcopalians.
3. My Gran is in the hospital, three days before we were scheduled to visit. We will still visit, of course, because what trip to the home town of both of my parents would be complete without forty-seven lunch and other various commitments and the pressure to really soak up the family that is all together all too rarely? She left me a bizarre message Sunday night, and according to my mother there is still an unexplained fever and some not-entirely-with-it behavior. But hey, who among us doesn’t exhibit a little fogginess now and then? And then again, I’m also going to guess you’re not eighty-seven. Because there’s also that. So– good thoughts toward my Gran, please.
4. I’m reading the History of Love by Nicole Krauss, which had been suggested to me and which I avoided for some reason, probably because I thought the title was hokey and it sounded like one of those best-sellers on an end-cap shelf at the check-out at the grocery, a book by someone with a first name common in my own generation, a book with little to no content, just a semblance of a story riddled with brand names and the pursuit for Mr. Right. Of course, it is not that book. It is beautifully written and twisty and I can’t put it down. Next up on the reading list: frantic studying for for the national board exam. I promise not to write any kind of review here.
5. I’ve been checking this group regularly. Because it’s like going to some hipster place and people- watching, without having to fight the line at the bar to buy a beer. Though I wish there was beer involved, sometimes. And sometimes there is.
6. A disturbing new trend in my office: continuing to participate in conversation after you are safely in the little bathroom with the door closed. This is a small office, and now we can no longer pretend the hearable is unhearable. inaudible. whatever. If we can continue our conversation while you’re in there, I can’t pretend you can’t hear me pooping.
7. I got really dedicated to my job a few months back. And now I’m taking a break from that dedication. Many reasons, one of which is that my office is an ovening bunnery, with everyone gestating and wearing granny panties and complaining of heartburn, and wanting to talk about breastfeeding and what kind of pack-n-play they should put on their registry. I am completely willing to kill an hour or two a day this way. Another reason is that I’ve made it known that I plan to stick around there for a while until I figure things out, and I believe that at that very moment when the words came out of my mouth, my dedication went from flame to flicker. Another reason is that it’s heart-wrenching work, no matter what your boundaries, and sometimes I just think you have to lay low, dammit. I’m on break. I’m still doing the nuts and bolts of my job and nothing is falling through the cracks, still enjoying the steady paycheck and the flexible hours, and I’ll get my act together soon.
8. Once again, you are rewarded for making it to the end of this post. Bird has been singing “you are my sunshine” on a continuous loop for days, sometimes going for 30 minutes at a time. A. shot and cut this together. Please notice “you make me happy, and that’s okay“