it seems good NOW

what seems best today, often…not so much in retrospect….

 

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 actually i dig the stainless steel. but every time i see the ubiquitous finish on every single decorating show, magazine, home, store…… even while i am admiring it, i am thinking “is stainless steel the avocado green of the “oughts”?”

 

and then i thought about how true my title is in regards to life, right? what are all those things you thought you loved, had to have had to do, go to, see, be with etc…. and what…. all avocado green frigidaires.

 

 

FYI

from my job – forgive the poor photo quality, but i felt you should know that, as an RN at the facility i am employed at, you must:

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• “pay attention” NOT to be confused with ACTUALLY paying attention, of course
• natch “critical thinking”

also, i would like to know what is the difference between rescuing someone and “rescuing” them? and do i need to write in my dear diary later that night about “what is the care team going to do to prevent future need for rescue?”

 

i would suggest less time head scratching over bizarre signs like that above.

 

 

this day

 

i’m sure on some level i knew today was martin luther king day (because everyone ELSE has a three day weekend, perhaps??) and who doesn’t know that tomorrow is the inauguration (and my brother’s birthday)…

as i was getting dressed for work, i was actually thinking how grateful i am to have had parents that did not raise me to be prejudiced. now, i say this with many caveats because, without digressing into social dissection, everyone from anywhere has prejudices and, being a white woman raised in america, well, i have been the recipient of cultural and societal advantages that, unfortunately, not every american receives. however, again, i was thinking how grateful i am to have had parents that did not express whatever negative and prejudicial thoughts and feelings about people different from my family, despite the way they might have been raised, or were they might have come from.

in the 3rd grade, my family moved to san francisco, after my mom remarried. i went to miraloma elementary school on the opposite side of mt. davidson, where we lived. when i think back on it now, i know that that school, more so than others i had attended, was the united colors of Benetton of schools. and i LOVED it. i was in a “gifted” program were we stayed after school and did all these special activities – we silk screened original stories and pictures into books that we “bound” and published for our families. we made a radio show (this predates the “grimply sand” production, FYI). we got to watch the electric company every morning IN SCHOOL!

and i remember vividly thinking at the time how much i loved that shcool because i thought it was just like sesame street, my then-to-fore only experience with a heavily integrated children’s environment.

THANK GOD I GOT TO GO TO THAT SCHOOL AND THANK YOU TO MY PARENTS AND FAMILY.

on this MLK day and eve of what i hope will be an auspicious as well as historic presidency, the great “i have a dream” speech brings real tears to my eyes…

karma

Is a beautiful thing

 

 

hmmmmm… i guess its not karma if you are getting it in this life though… i think that’s just called HAHAHA! or the universe is laughing at you. me. us. whoever….