At Least The Crows Are Adapting in Everyday Ramblings

I took this (not the best) shot Monday night on my way to class. It is of one of our bubbler water fountains. When I came upon it, there were actually three crows but one flew away at my stealth approach.

It is hot here. We have had a mild summer but it is going out with a dry windy roar.

The office had its summer wrap up the fiscal year picnic this afternoon at a park relatively close. I did not go. Last year we had talked about having me teach a class at the picnic this year. Ha! It was a nice idea… then.

My power company has formally instituted a flextime program that I participated in when it was a pilot. When there are weather extremes and high demand if you turn everything off and unplug it for say three to four hours you now get credits on your bill. Before it was just coupons. This is a flextime evening so even if I don’t have any students (I know three of my regulars are not coming) it will be worth it to show up to teach.

Work continues to be icky. But every day that goes by I get closer to getting out of the sinkhole I work in.

This morning I went up on campus to do a one-on-one training with a lovely woman who was just moving into new responsibilities. She was a CPA in Chile where she is from but when she came here she started out as a receptionist. She is finally moving more into financial duties (which she clearly enjoys) and we had a great time.

I was able to encourage her to use the services I developed over my years in purgatory to make her work significantly easier. I don’t know how much longer I am going to be able to do that with “the boys” clueless messing with things behind the scenes so I was grateful for the opportunity.

Mrs. Sherlock is returning from her trip today. Did I say she rode 150 miles on the Allegheny Trail? I’ll see her on the weekend. She is amazing on so many levels.

I have been teaching a holistic back health class the last few weeks and enjoying it, simple movements linked together to encourage the lazy bits to step up and do their part and the overworked parts to let go and chill.

It has been great to learn how all these things work in concert to support us in a comfortable upright position.

It is later now, once again a number of my regular students couldn’t make it to class but my student from last week that I adore who lost her partner in the pedestrian accident was and another student who is also a widow. Over the years we’ve talked about that quite a bit privately but the first student with the recent loss spoke up when after class her classmate asked if she were single in a curious gentle way.

I think she felt more comfortable because she had mentioned it the week before and after class we ended up sitting on the floor on our mats in the fading natural light talking about our partners, and the subtleties of loss.

Because I had looked up the accident and read a little about him I was able to ask germane questions about his life. We were able to turn that uncomfortable awkward moment last week into a kind of celebration of the joys of getting to know someone and sharing their life.

Not a bad way to avoid using “extra” energy at all.

Last updated August 29, 2019