Donald Trump Needs to Improve His Posture in Everyday Ramblings

Back to pretty iris again. I feel like I could swim in the light here. I think it a gift that as (my parents encouraged an interest in art and painting in me as a small child and the fact that I live in a place where there is often not much light and what there is shifts constantly) I experience the world through my senses, color and light are right up there on the top of the list of enjoyments for me.

It has become apparent as I seriously address the underlying “issues” that are surfacing because I am no longer (at least not right at this moment) drinking Diet Coke that because I started drinking soda in a young developing body it became incorporated as a component part of my digestive system and has been a chemical component of how things generally work in my body.

And now I am not, it is not, and I am feeling irritable and frustrated because I have been gaining a bit of weight.

When I quit smoking 29 years ago, I kid you not, for a number of weeks I ate a bag of Pepperidge Farm cookies every day. And yes I put on a fair amount of weight fast. But I kept telling myself as my clothes got tighter and tighter it was only a matter of time before my body adapted to the new nicotine free environment, an environment that was also created in a young developing body as I started smoking when I was 16.

It did but it took over a year for me to take the weight off.

I used to say to people that it may look like I am calmly walking down the street but what I am really doing is not smoking! All my energy and effort was going there.

It is of course not anywhere near as intense now as it was then, but irritability is, well, irritability.

We did get our new mailbox setup and now we are waiting for the United States Postal Service to come key their part of it.

Going across town to the small post office and waiting in line for what seemed like forever gave me an opportunity to talk to the cheerful 15 year old behind me about how he uses his body on the skateboard he had with him (at 15 he had already had reconstructive shoulder surgery! He seemed kind of proud of that… Ah, I see it is not in the interest of the surgeons of the world to have young people wear helmets and padding…) it was not my idea of a good time.

I see a massive revenue stream ahead for yoga teachers and physical therapists as these injuries age out, oh cynical me.

I did get my primary ballot in the pile of mail that was being held for me. We are a vote by mail state and I wanted to get my vote counted in this debacle we are calling an election.

Donald Trump needs to work on his posture. He’d have a better golf game if he did and personally I’d like to see him focus on that. :)

I am having a CT scan and more dental surgery a week from today so I plan to enjoy eating (in a moderate contained way) and getting out and about this weekend.

Climate change is really obvious here. Our temperatures are soaring and our hard earned snow pack melting fast and the bugs are having a field day.

In spite of all that I am smiling because at work we are testing a technological solution to a process change request idea I came up with…seven years ago…that we are finally able to implement!

It is not because this was a huge complicated thing; it is because for the last seven years the powers that be, changeable as they have been, have deemed everything else more important! Seven-Frickin’-Years!

It is very cool and will save Saint Joe, in particular, hours of time a week.

Yesterday afternoon I couldn’t help smiling like the idiot I feel I have been to stick it out all these years, nudging, pushing, cajoling, whining…

That takes some determination and grit if I do say so myself. Wow.

Last updated May 06, 2016