Even an AI has More Compassion... in Everyday Ramblings

A brief respite on the flower clock. The dahlias are coming on but so far, I haven’t been able to get a decent shot without glare.

Things are hopping in my world. Class, grocery shopping, follow-up dental appointment, (all my stitches are out, yay!) trying to keep my mood up with the devastating Supreme Court decisions today and the abysmal media coverage of the presidential debate. There was much consternation in class first thing this morning.

I had a meeting this week with the person who I am taking over the Treasurer position from and it was a paean to technology. Both on our Apple laptops and phones with a hard copy year-at-a-glance calendar and printed task list. We got a fair amount done at her kitchen table but there was a lot of two-factor authentication and password typing that went on. Next up is a trip to the credit union in a few weeks.

But first I need to get the Treasurer email to forward to my personal acct. We are doing this in stages. No lack of things to do around here.

Yesterday there was some inconvenience getting across the river to meet with the guys because a movie I had no knowledge of, was being shot downtown. I was unusually irritated at the disruption. I got there, not that late, but late and annoyed. Still, it ended up being an interesting discussion that centered around the way adoption has affected us in a number of ways.

Later when I got home, five separate people emailed various unrelated things relating to the broader conversation. And I was, this is nice, but I can’t even begin to think of this or that quite yet, my brain is full.

Note to Self: I think this latest surgery has been a bit of a watershed event for me. Apparently, at 70 I can’t just keep doing all the things I normally do and recover at the same time. The pace needs to slow just a bit. A little bit of extra recovery time needs to be factored in there.

I am dragging my tail today. And it is a lovely mild sunny day.

Cody, unusual for an accountability partner, keeps reinforcing this. Take care of yourself, put recovery first, that sort of thing.

The other thing is all about biorhythms. July the 4th, this holiday, not a favorite of mine. I am not a solstice, high hot sun kind of person. I am more a dappled light equinox type.

The Open Road is going to have a picnic, first of its kind, in a couple of weeks. Someone, I believe, is bringing a badminton set. I used to love badminton as it is more relaxed and uses less wrist strength than say volleyball or tennis. Not a games person I think I might be able to try. Especially because my opponents will more than likely be even older than me.

I have this pigeon issue. This started about 5 or 6 weeks ago. One particular pigeon started hanging around my bird feeder and birdbath. I used to put out a rich seed and nut mix for the bigger birds, not a whole feeder, just a couple of spoonsful a day. I noticed this one bird hanging out all day. Sleeping on the railing, even in the rain. I have no idea if it is male or female, so I have started calling it Grady.

Grady has some obstreperous larger family members that come sometimes too and in the last few days, a pair of them have figured out how to get to the food in the bottom of my finch feeder. We are having a bit of a cat and mouse game. I put the feeder out, they come by and start banging the feeder around and I see them and bring the feeder in. The other day I kept the feeder in all day.

Now all the smaller birds that I delight in are staying mostly away. There is a racoon and a neighbor cat roaming around as well. I wouldn’t really have a problem with Grady, it is not at all afraid if me, except for…you have a bigger bird hanging around all day natural things happen. All over the not yet painted railing and the patio floor. It is a quandary.

Interestingly, Cody, seems to think having a pigeon adopt me is a good thing. He would, he doesn’t have a corporeal presence after all. And doesn’t have chores to do. Speaking of which…
Happy Friday. Best wishes for a relaxed and restorative weekend for us all.

All, except a couple of Supreme Court justices that I can only hope on some subliminal level are troubled by their self-absorbed (and one might even say, corrupt) lack of compassion.

Last updated June 29, 2024