Let’s Talk About Uncivil Practices, K? in Everyday Ramblings

Lest we forget in our thoroughly justified outrage about the separation of families seeking asylum about our housing crisis, broken health care system and opioid problems here in the most prosperous country in the world…

This was what I faced when I arrived at the yoga studio about a quarter past 5pm on Wednesday. I literally had to step over her, as did one of my students to get in. By the time the next student came she was gone.

I understand why she was sleeping on a populated sidewalk during daylight hours, even though it was heartbreaking to witness. It is safer for her to be visible like that from predators and for the authorities to find her but still, what if she were my daughter or granddaughter???

Lately I have been thinking about a civilian core of young people that we pay a living wage to so that they can work on all sorts of projects like the huge amount of elder and child care that needs to be done here, building affordable housing and maintain the roads and bridges. They would hone their working in team skills and have an opportunity to practice and model empathy and compassion and not fear and intolerance.

I heard someone say the other day that he was riding in a car with someone he knew well who didn’t use his turn indicators and he asked the guy why and his response was, “Whose business is it if I am going to turn or not!”

Pardon???

Ughh… And what is up with Melania’s jacket? With the paper shredding habit of her husband and her strange way of appearing and disappearing like a cipher none of us can figure out… It is creepy.

So here from my privileged vantage point I had a nice 64th birthday. I truly enjoyed both having the day off and having Most Honorable and Kes come up. After my sports medicine appointment we went out and had a leisurely dinner and they even let me talk a little about politics. :)

There was nothing conclusive from the sports medicine work up, I am going to have further testing but the doctor was pretty optimistic that the problem wasn’t specifically overheating. He thinks I may have an issue with the way my muscles fire or my oxygen pickup.

So I am going to have one of those tests that you see pictures of in articles on athletic performance mid July. It sounds like it is not going to be fun at all. I am not allowed to do anything active the day before, I have to fast and I can’t have any caffeine. (I will have to sit on a stool and direct my class without any modeling or movement the night before.)

They put a tube down my throat and a mask on my face and hook a bunch of other stuff up to me. My guess is there will be a blood draw as well.

Then they make me run on a treadmill in increasingly difficult three-minute intervals until I can’t anymore.

Curiosity and desire are powerful forces here. I don’t need to do this but I want to know! The kind receptionist at the clinic wanted to know why on earth I scheduled an optional doctors appointment on my birthday.

It was kind of hard to explain about my inner pony.

I got birthday wishes via her mother from an exhausted and starving but happy Miss E. in Amsterdam and an adorable bouquet of fresh fruit that had quite an adventure finding me.

We may even get some sun later today here in the persistent ever-present gloom.

Kes and Most Honorable helped me out by contributing to the cost of the hotel room in Seattle and that covered the cost of my lost yoga class card that never did turn up.

May the young woman above have a much more safe and comfortable day today than she did on Wednesday and may those children be reunited with their families! And may all those valiant foster parents out there get break.

Last updated June 22, 2018