It’s 5 o’clock somewhere

I’m sure.   In the UK, it’s already Friday, and it’s less than a week till I fly out.    :)    I received a notice from the airline that I have a trip next week.  Yay!

Tonight, I got in my car after picking up my daughter and the stupid car wouldn’t start.   I got a jump and then had the battery tested.   The results were confusing:  good voltage; bad battery.    I decided to pick up something to clean the connectors with.   They look a little icky, really.

My daughter lost her tooth yesterday.   She had a visit from the tooth fairy and made $2.   I’m thinking about pulling some teeth.   Ok, maybe not.

I trained people today.  It was a class on taking pictures for medical issues.   I don’t mind training; I just don’t like the pictures I have to look at when the picture-takers require technical assistance.   It usually ends up with an exclamatory “ewwww!” that I don’t say aloud.

They’re right up there with the videos of what STD’s look like.  Ick.

I am now winding down, watching Friends, and counting days.

Generosity

I was reading from “Life is a Verb” last night, and something struck me.  I thought I would write it down while it was fresh in my mind.   It goes like this:

“Creating inclusion [a simple mindfulness that others might have a different reality from our own] requires being generous.  Most often it consists of simply extending a hand.  That’s hard to do if you are grasping tightly to your sand, your rightness, your belief system, your superiority, your assumptions about others, your definition of normal.”

I think it’s safe to say that there are a lot of us grasping tightly onto our belief system.    One of the goals of my life over the last several months has been to be as generous as I have always wanted to be.

It’s a part of remaking myself.