Pretty much every one knows by now that this week was a landmark week with National Siblings Day and National Pets Day. We know this, of course thanks to social media and all of the I-really-don’t-like-these-national-whatever-days-but-here-is-a-picture-of-my-punk-brother-and-brat-sister-and-me-and-my-cat-and-my-dog-and-my-hedgehog. Thanks social media friends, even if you really don’t care about honoring those life-long cradle to grave relationships that are the ones you share with brothers and sisters or celebrate the joy pets bring to our lives and to create public awareness about the plight of many different kinds of animals awaiting a forever home in shelters and rescues all around the globe. Yeah, we see your feigned indifference and we are not buying it. Not at all.
You care about those people we practice on, the people who teach us about fairness and cooperation and kindness and caring, quite often the hard way.
Your cat, on the other hand, probably doesn’t care. She probably doesn’t even care about National Grilled Cheese Day, which is today.. She would care if I were to make this grilled cheese sandwich. WE ALL WOULD CARE! Alas, my darling husband is on a strict diet right now and I am joining him in solidarity and because I could stand to lose a few myself.
Meanwhile, this picture posted on social media in celebration of days worth celebrating is truly the best and the one, for me, most worth celebrating.
Although I fear I might never be able to forgive their parents for allowing them to grow up so fast.
Sister is probably the most competitive relationship within the family, but once the sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest relationship.
~ Margaret Mead
It was a bright, cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen ~ George Orwell, 1984
This past week, accurate.
Mom is sick. Mom is unable to take care of herself.
Thank goodness for my sister whose strength enables her to do that which I am not sure that I can. She’s taking care of Mom.
Point A to Point B is never a straight line, not while living this ride that is life. Yup, here I am letting go; letting go of so much. In my time now. In my own way.
Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving
~ Albert Einstein
So I had a medial branch block in my lumbar spine on Monday and for a little more than 8 hours I was in pain-free heaven. I celebrated by over-doing it for several hours because there was no pain and because immediately after the injections, my doctor asked me to bend over and try to touch my toes.
I touched my toes and then showed off a little and stretched just a bit more to touch the floor with my palms.
I have very long arms.
I was also showing off.
Then I cried. I cried happy tears because for the first time in months…many months, I was bending over and touching my toes and the floor and there was NO PAIN!!!
NO MOTHERFUCKING PAIN!
Yeah, I cried. Then I hugged the doctor and the nurse because there was no pain.
He brought me back to Earth reminding me that this block was only temporary; a test to see if the next step was an option. Go! Go for a walk…ride your bike…bend, stretch, reach for the sky…go do things he told me. Do all the things that you could not do without pain and write it all down in this Pain Diary.
My doctor asked me, a blogger, to write in a pain diary what I was feeling after the medial branch block.
In other news, hurry up Insurance gods and give your consent for the RFA procedure. I am so ready!
Is there really anything more important than knowing what a woman, or a girl, was wearing? Because leggings on the plane offends. Obviously it offends much, much more than a guy boarding a plane wearing a t-shirt and shorts, with nothing under said shorts. Guys, you complain about our wearing yoga pants or leggings anywhere, especially if we are over age 20 or 110 pounds but trust me, dressed like that on a plane, in the coffee shop, at our friendly, neighborhood Safeway, at our kids’ school, and pretty much anywhere else is a big, fat eewww!
Dress codes, it seems, serve a purpose. Serving on jury duty here in San Joaquin County, I was mildly amused that the jury summons explains what is acceptable attire in a court room. The fact that they have to state no pajama pants means someone thought it was perfectly acceptable to wear pajama pants to Superior Court. As for that United flight, while the young GIRLS were barred from boarding on their United employees and family pass because their attire was against United employees pass dress code, the adult male they were traveling with was allowed to board wearing a t-shirt and shorts – gawd I hope that he was wearing underwear under said shorts! Unfortunately, dress codes also seem to focus overwhelmingly on what females wear as opposed to what males wear; which might possibly explain why dad’ shorts were acceptable “business attire” and the girls leggings were not. It’s policy, y’all. Leggings are inappropriate on a United flight when traveling with an employee pass.
We see your point, United.
And because prom season is coming upon us all, let us remember the importance of dress codes for high school formals. How else is one going to define a “good girl”? Daniel will be graduating Middle School in two months and soon enough we shall be receiving similar dress guidelines that will expect boys to wear nice slacks, a button down shirt and optional tie under their graduation gowns. His female classmates will have a much longer list of fashion don’ts teaching the young teens that yes, what matters most is what she is wearing or how she wears her hair rather than what she does or says.
So it seems…still…in 2017.