Return Again in Everyday Ramblings

Much as I grumble I do know that we need winter so that we can have spring.

The storms this season have scoured and prepared the earth and the trees for what comes next. We even had a hard frost. What we don’t have is much snow for our snow pack. But in spite of that, the mountains, when visible are gorgeous.

Although, relatively inept sometimes socially because I am such an introvert, I do on occasion make contact and this morning the volunteer greeter at the church door was talking to the fellow that came in before me about the fact that right at that moment it wasn’t raining and as I moved around the corner inside the foyer to put up a flyer on the one public bulletin board in the church (we are Unitarians and we do everything by committee and every other bulletin board in the whole complex is “owned” by one committee or another and my yoga class is not yet sponsored by a committee…though I have ideas about that) I said out loud to her that, “Yeah, it was like living in a cloud”…

And this wonderful warm older woman came down the stairs behind me and exclaimed, “It has been like living in a cloud the last few days!”

With my bizarre work environment I am starved at times for normal human interaction and I enjoyed that this morning.

I checked my work computer yesterday to see if something I was uncertain about tied out and there was an email from an allied manager to St. Joe and Mr. NPD about setting up a meeting about a change in process about something that it is my job to handle, completely ignoring my existence. It was quite striking and unnerving as if I didn’t exist. She ignores me in the office too. She will stand with her back to my cube and talk to the young woman next to me at great length about work never acknowledging my existence.

Without any interaction on my part as I had already signed off on Friday by the time this all occurred, Mr. NDP told her I should be included in the meeting. St. Joe picked up on it right away. St. Joe is socially awkward in different ways from me and I knew he didn’t want to field that meeting on his own. We are a good team, but now that my most recent former boss is gone no one knows that.

I could use a political consultant. :)

We are very concerned about my oldest sister. She had to have a transfusion after chemo on Friday and this is only the first round. She is basically hibernating for the rest of the week in her room, barely eating and not interacting with anyone.

My niece, her daughter asked Kes if my oldest sister could come down here for the two-week break she has before they try the more aggressive drugs. Her birthday is in there too.

Yesterday I listened to this brand new podcast, called Invisibilia which is about things we cannot see. The first episode is about thoughts (and the latest thinking on thinking) and they go around and randomly ask people what they are thinking, and this one woman sounded sad, and said, “I am thinking about my sister…and what I can do for her.”

That is exactly what I am thinking. If she comes down I will make a day of it and go see her. The cats should be okay if I feed them right before I leave. I think they are feeling secure enough and this is part of the process, they need to know they can trust me to return to their care.

I am also thinking about our Seedys here on the Box and very much hope her impending adventures in medical care give her some real relief from the incredible discomfort she has been in for the last few months…

Yesterday I walked the walk in the mist the Mr. Finch and I designed in this chopped up neighborhood just before his diagnosis. I was buzzed at the turn around point, not once, but twice by a handsome puffed up male lesser goldfinch just coming into his mating colors

His spirit lingers on the land.

Last updated January 11, 2015