Celebrate!

I had no idea it was a holiday!  Forgot all about Labor Day until I saw Mykkah’s status on gmail chat – something about loving long weekends. There have been several holidays in the three weeks since we arrived.  India knows how to celebrate!  Loud (great) music, mandalas of flowers, small lamps in the middle of ornate gatherings of offerings.  Lovely.  And even though you might expect frequent holidays to become mundane, people dress up, act happy, get even more friendly and likely to reach out.  It really is lovely how celebratory people are here.  And that doesn’t even begin to account for the private special days – birthdays, anniversaries, graduations, new jobs, all the various achievements and markers of a life lived for celebrating. I lived at Pelican Place in Moses Lake for five months and I can honestly say that I never saw a celebration.  A bbq or two, but people actively, carefully avoid making a celebration of such events.  Why are U.S.ers so dedicated to avoiding meaning, weight, emotion, connection, import, significance?  Reality. And why is “facing reality” an act wherein you look at the downsides, problems, can’ts?  I think that reality is bigger and better than that.  But it’s really a matter of attitude. So there it is.  Go celebrate something!

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Impatience

My impatience is great.  I think, I really do think, that if you asked past coworkers, friends, even acquaintances, you would hear the opposite.  I am a woman of much patience, the ability to answer the same question many times, the willingness to step through an argument as much as necessary until (I get my way) you understand where I’m coming from… But with myself, for myself – I am very, very impatient. Today, I walked.  Yesterday, I walked less.  The day before, I was on the train and took maybe 100 steps total, all to and from the toilet.  For days before that, I husbanded my steps carefully, knowing that each step I took made me less likely to be comfortable later.  This stupid foot and ankle thing – which my dad has diagnosed from my descriptions (and so any errors are born from my inability to communicate) as what was called in olden times as “stone bruise”. The symptoms are simple – starting with a golf ball swelling under the skin on top of my foot, flattening out to an overall swelling of the foot’s top.  Now I have heavy bruising at the end of my foot, right behind my three middle toes.  Also in the bottoms of the curves of my instep and along the outside of my foot where the tender parts meet the sole.  And in my foot, on the top but inside, there is pain.  It is a coming-and-going sort of pain.  Pushing off with my toes when I step makes it worse, so I limp a little, coming down harder on my left foot so that my right foot doesn’t have to push.  Keeping my foot up, reducing the pressure and swelling – these are the things that make it better. So that,[…]

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