My colleague told me that I got under his skin. It had to do with a culture result, and I was wrong, but it was worrisome enough that he had to make sure that I wasn't right. Funny thing, I really appreciated that he had given me the benefit of the doubt. That doesn't always happen. I didn't deserve it, in this case. But I like the reminder of the expression. It usually means to be annoying, but Cole Porter wrote lyrics to describe the complexities of love and infatuation. Here is Frank Sinatra singing it.
Sometimes I think I am the only one that has people under my skin. Sometimes I don't know if it is good or bad. I guess most often it is bad. But once in a while, someone gets under and it is a good thing. I have a few people who are under my skin. They may not even know it, but each interaction is as Jung describes it: " The meeting of personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances if there is any reaction, both are transformed." I hope I am under someone's skin too, in a good way. It's hard to tell when it happens. But it must, right?
Thursday, April 19, 2018
Friday, April 13, 2018
Wednesday, April 4, 2018
CLEAN YOUR CLOSET LIKE THERE IS NO TOMORROW
DÖSTÄDNING
The Swedish exercise of death cleaning. It is about paring down what you really need to the minimum and finding a permanent form of organization that makes everyday life run more smoothly. It thinks about who will come after you if you die without doing it. Intuitively, we all do this is some way. De-cluttering and non-materialistic pursuits are linked with happiness and streamlining feels good. But this means evaluating your storage spaces and filing systems so that you are ready to turn your estate over to the next generation, whenever that comes.
The Swedish exercise of death cleaning. It is about paring down what you really need to the minimum and finding a permanent form of organization that makes everyday life run more smoothly. It thinks about who will come after you if you die without doing it. Intuitively, we all do this is some way. De-cluttering and non-materialistic pursuits are linked with happiness and streamlining feels good. But this means evaluating your storage spaces and filing systems so that you are ready to turn your estate over to the next generation, whenever that comes.
This one woman wonder singlehandedly started the KonMari Method, and wrote a book by the fundamental idea of only keeping items that "Spark Joy".
Her six basic rules of tidying are as follows:
1. Commit yourself to tidying up.
2. Imagine your ideal lifestyle.
3. Finish discarding first.
4. Tidy by category, not by location.
5. Follow the right order.
6. Ask yourself if it sparks joy.
If you want to get the bigger picture, check out her Netflix documentary series called "Tidying Up."
The executive summary is this: Tidy by these categories, and in this order:
1. clothes
2. books
3. papers
4. komono (miscellaneous)
5. sentimental items
"Keep only things that speak to the heart, and discard items that no longer spark joy. Thank them for their service - then let them go."
Monday, March 26, 2018
SUN VALLEY INN
Once upon a time, I met a kindred spirit on a boat snorkelling off of Key West, Florida. She invited me skiing in Idaho, and we had another great week, this time in snow. We had a great rhythm of breakfast in the room, skiing, sharing a meal on the mountainside (healthy and economical!), skiing, hot-tub, yoga and supper.
Here is my homage to eating.
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| The first day, I felt like I was in a movie. The Rockies are so beautiful, they looked like a painting. |
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| Mother Earth Salad at Seattle Ridge Winter greens, roasted root vegetables, quinoa, chick peas, pepitas, sun dried tomato, lemon basil vinaigrette |
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| A room with a view |
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| An upgraded room for two |
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| Breakfast lounge |
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| Shishito and cauliflower at the Ram Bar with a glass of felino Malbec, Patatas Bravas, and Pork Bao buns |
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| Swan cream puffs at Konditorei |
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| Chocolate "Moose" Mousse |
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| American portions of pasta and eggplant parmigiana at Village Station |
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| Ernest Hemingway stayed here. Another link to Key West. |
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| Fondue at the Roundhouse |
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| Styling |
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| Fresh powder at lunch |
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| Broccoli stirfry at River Run Day Lodge |
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| Grilled prawns Ram Bar |
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| Semolina Croquets |
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| Fresh warm bread and cold salted butter |
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| Idaho ruby trout with herbed spaetzle (Idaho potatoes) and leek pistou. I had the schnitzel from the Heritage meal menu. |
SKYGAZING AND LAST SNOW
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| Skygazer |
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| What she sees (Can you see the crescent moon right there in the center?) |
I don't know how much snow is left but what is left has sure been fun. A lot of Princess Pirate's classmates have stopped wearing snow pants, but not her, and for good reason. Here we are walking through the park. She throws herself on the ground constantly where there is snow, but this was an unusual pose, causing me (who also is still wearing snow pants in -4 weather so that I can keep up but not go home soaking wet) to lay down and see the view. I find myself more often injured though, wearing snow pants in the last of the season's snow. What with icy hills and rolling snowmen, I have bruises all over my knees!
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| A blizzard of snow people |
This last photo makes me feel such joy! Instead of a snow angel, she made a snow alien, but I think it just looks like the happiest imprint around! Happy spring everybody! But enjoy every last scrap of snow because we will miss it!
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| Snow Alien |
DAVID WEBB AND THE IDES OF APRIL
I thought time could not pass faster after a busy winter that felt like it was slowing down after Valentine's Day, but here I am near the end of March with a lot of thoughts in my head. Warning to my readers: this is going to be a jumbled up, loose ends of a brain dump. This might be a treasure chest of random thoughts or complete garbage comprehensible only by me. But today is Monday on a momma week. My princess pirate made the bus and I have my birthday cat, 17 years old today, in my lap. So it is time to clear the search history on my phone's safari app, and put a few thoughts down.
Last fall I volunteered for a cross country run. I saw the list of volunteers while I was looking for a file, and had to google the name of Jason Bourne to be sure that one station was not manned by him! The name of the volunteer was David Webster, but Jason Bourne was named David Webb. I tend to conflate things like that. Google helps me clarify! In this case, I found out that I am born the same year as Jason Bourne, and apparently his birthday is April 15th.
I am looking for two types of chairs. Maybe I am just looking for trouble, but I like the look of white. First was an idea for the living room. I have looking for a coffee table that is not so enormous, and have a symetrical room with 4 dining room chairs, but although it is great for an annual party, day to day it doesn't it feel that cosy. Plus I have an orphan chair, and I think finding a match might do the trick. So I am in the market for a Tullsta covered chair, but don't want to pay $200. So I am on the prowl. I am willing to buy the cover new but the rest of the living room has older covers, so I prefer it to match. I am also looking for a white tall backed desk chair like I sat in once at the Bessborough.
Then again, I may just vacuum my current chairs, wipe down my gigantic coffee table, and keep walking around it.
My Princess Pirate has been reading Max Finder Mystery. There are short graphic stories with enough clues to figure out the suspect and the story. These are interspersed with puzzles. It reminds me of the obsession I had at her age about spies and mysteries. I was reading Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys, Trixie Belden and how-to spy books I keep looking for but can't find.
Carl Jung coined the word "synchronicity" at the same time as Albert Einstein was coming up with relativity. I don't understand either of them, even with the dummies' version. But I will at least try and remember what that dummies' version is. Synchronicity is the temporally coincident occurrences of acausal events. Is it randomness? The opposite of fatalism? meaningful coincidence? I'm too tired and too busy to reflect on this further but maybe one day these lines may restart a new thread of thoughts.
Last fall I volunteered for a cross country run. I saw the list of volunteers while I was looking for a file, and had to google the name of Jason Bourne to be sure that one station was not manned by him! The name of the volunteer was David Webster, but Jason Bourne was named David Webb. I tend to conflate things like that. Google helps me clarify! In this case, I found out that I am born the same year as Jason Bourne, and apparently his birthday is April 15th.
I am looking for two types of chairs. Maybe I am just looking for trouble, but I like the look of white. First was an idea for the living room. I have looking for a coffee table that is not so enormous, and have a symetrical room with 4 dining room chairs, but although it is great for an annual party, day to day it doesn't it feel that cosy. Plus I have an orphan chair, and I think finding a match might do the trick. So I am in the market for a Tullsta covered chair, but don't want to pay $200. So I am on the prowl. I am willing to buy the cover new but the rest of the living room has older covers, so I prefer it to match. I am also looking for a white tall backed desk chair like I sat in once at the Bessborough.
Then again, I may just vacuum my current chairs, wipe down my gigantic coffee table, and keep walking around it.
My Princess Pirate has been reading Max Finder Mystery. There are short graphic stories with enough clues to figure out the suspect and the story. These are interspersed with puzzles. It reminds me of the obsession I had at her age about spies and mysteries. I was reading Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys, Trixie Belden and how-to spy books I keep looking for but can't find.
Carl Jung coined the word "synchronicity" at the same time as Albert Einstein was coming up with relativity. I don't understand either of them, even with the dummies' version. But I will at least try and remember what that dummies' version is. Synchronicity is the temporally coincident occurrences of acausal events. Is it randomness? The opposite of fatalism? meaningful coincidence? I'm too tired and too busy to reflect on this further but maybe one day these lines may restart a new thread of thoughts.
JULIETTE ET CHOCOLATE
This time, though, since my friend was going for the same thing, I decided to choose something different, so I ordered the Caramel Hazelnut Praline Petit Pot. It was outstanding! I am not sure why the jars changed shape. Maybe they are smaller or maybe they are just easier to clean. In any case, it was all good, and I think this is my new favourite. The hazelnuts covered the top layer of caramel. They were blanched and a little less woody tasting, but enough to contrast the sweetness of the rest of the conconction. Maybe I had maple syrup on the brain, because it is the time of the Sugar shack, but the caramel tasted a little maple-y.
The most surprising taste of the night, however (and that's a big statement from a sweet tooth) was the earl grey tea I ordered on a whim. I am still not sure what the source is, since the menu online and my google search for the answer did not clarify, but the tea was served without milk or sugar so I took a sip when it had steeped, and it was floral and fragrant and I am ruined forever for the ordinary tea bag! It came in an open bag of sorts, and I don't know leaf tea enough to know where it came from, but it sure was lovely. Maybe it was an error to serve without the usual accoutrements, but the tea was, by itself, a masterpiece! Even beside another masterpiece, it was the superior choice. Fortunately, no choice had to be made!
The Easter showpieces were on display, as well as the usual takeaways. It was tempting and there were many original cute ideas, but my favorite one was the mice on a Swiss cheese chocolate covered marshmallow. Here is the how-to video by Juliette herself I shared with Princess Pirate. It looks like a lot of fun!
Saturday, March 10, 2018
SUN VALLEY INN ROOM 248
A shuttle from the airport, to the ski hill, ski storage, and enormous hot tub with a view to the mountain. Neighbouring restaurants and shops. Opera house carillon with a new song every hour, but never disruptive. Cozy blazing fire, newspapers and morning coffee. In room coffee and refrigerator. Satellite tv with channel 66 looping endlessly the 1941 movie Sun Valley Serenade.
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| Amazing view of Mount Baldy |
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| Classic decor |
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| Alcove with dresser and extra sink |
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| Reading and breakfast chairs |
SUN VALLEY, IDAHO
I met a woman on a boat just off of Key West last February. I was nauseous and cold after my first snorkeling expedition. She offered me Dramamine. We exchanged numbers, did yoga together, and chatted. She invited me to South Carolina to visit her home in Hilton Head. I couldn't make it. She invited me to stay with her for March break in Sun Valley. I said yes!
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| From Mount Baldy, Seattle Ridge, in the Smoky Mountains of Idaho |
Tuesday, March 6, 2018
HAZEL, MY GRANDMA
Good-bye Grandma,
I will miss you. This is what I will remember:
Many of my memories, like many others, are of Grandma making music. How she could play anything any style with anyone, effortlessly. I remember holidays with candy dishes full of at least 3 kinds of fudge, and never any shortage of food. I remember her closet stuffed with clothes and a matching pair of clip-on earrings and necklace to coordinate. I remember her driving lunch out to grandpa and driving the grain truck beside the combine as if was no effort. I remember she loved her “stories”, and eating on tv chairs in the living room. But most of all I remember her soft hands, her affectionate squeezes and the squeals of delight in seeing strangers and family alike, even to the very last visit.
She will live on in my memory, squeezing my hands and squealing with delight with the world’s softest hands that made the most beautiful music, on piano, accordion and organ, and feeding a crowd without batting an eyelash.
Love you,
Your granddaughter
I will miss you. This is what I will remember:
Many of my memories, like many others, are of Grandma making music. How she could play anything any style with anyone, effortlessly. I remember holidays with candy dishes full of at least 3 kinds of fudge, and never any shortage of food. I remember her closet stuffed with clothes and a matching pair of clip-on earrings and necklace to coordinate. I remember her driving lunch out to grandpa and driving the grain truck beside the combine as if was no effort. I remember she loved her “stories”, and eating on tv chairs in the living room. But most of all I remember her soft hands, her affectionate squeezes and the squeals of delight in seeing strangers and family alike, even to the very last visit.
She will live on in my memory, squeezing my hands and squealing with delight with the world’s softest hands that made the most beautiful music, on piano, accordion and organ, and feeding a crowd without batting an eyelash.
Love you,
Your granddaughter
Sunday, March 4, 2018
Tuesday, February 27, 2018
DELIBERATE PRACTICE
I have been reading through Quiet by Susan Caine again (watch her TED talk here), trying to glean teaching points for introverts such as myself in the context of our extroverted world. I found it interesting to realize that my background in the evangelical church was an extreme in this respect. Working in the academic emergency department seems similarly biased for extraverts.
The argument she makes is that most advances come from the introverted practice of reflection and deliberate practice. It was strange to realize that some of my losses in my personality over time have been the very strengths my introverted self used to have while I was a student. Alone time with deliberate practice is exactly what my life lacks. I spend so much time in busyness, I feel like a hamster on a wheel or a rat in a race. What time I have alone, I feel the weight of being alone and tend to spend my off time in diversion or daily duties of laundry, cooking, dishes, yard work and housework. But I have stopped enjoying this alone time, and I really do find a need to be alone with my thoughts, even if that makes me feel antisocial. I notice it most after putting Princess Pirate to bed late. I find myself going to bed too late, because I crave time to myself, often looking to my blog and journal to write my thoughts.
I have also been obsessively watching the Canadian ice dancing pair, Tessa and Scott, since missing the bulk of the Olympics, but seeing their Roxanne program near the end. Since learning their comeback was most recently orchestrated with a move to Montreal, I was inspired by their story of training 13 hours a day, recovering from multiple surgeries (Tessa with compartment syndrome), and the transformation from an idea to a perfected performance. They are uncomfortably adorably conflicted and devoted all at once. Perfectly in sync on ice but never in any public appearance. Still, they are in the best shape of their lives, achieved what most of us could ever dream possible, and seem to have the dearest connection a person can hope for in life. They put in hours no one else would to achieve it, and they were amazing. They also seem quite introverted, but make an effort to share themselves with others (their TED talk).
Even today, with my daughter's bookclub book being chosen this month, and hours in a clinic waiting our turn, I was entertained and entranced by the idea of Phileas Fogg's orderly schedule and house. I don't live like that. Time stresses me. I rarely feel I have enough. But his confidence and efficiency with time, and his complete lack of need to socialize helping this lifestyle is both quirky and motivating.
Lastly, I have been inspired by some greats: the daily goals of Ben Franklin, Eisenhower's matrix, and the Ivy Lee Method are some examples of how to prioritize and keep the busy from preventing the important deliberate practice that is necessary for a valuable life (see self-actualization in Maslow's Heirarchy of Need).
So read, think, walk, talk, consolidate, organize, synthesize, and write. Take time to be alone, but don't waste it. It's precious stuff, and sometimes it is not given in large quantity. Sometimes it needs to carved into the schedule. It helps to live far from family, with fewer liaisons. But it is possible whatever your life circumstances are.
The argument she makes is that most advances come from the introverted practice of reflection and deliberate practice. It was strange to realize that some of my losses in my personality over time have been the very strengths my introverted self used to have while I was a student. Alone time with deliberate practice is exactly what my life lacks. I spend so much time in busyness, I feel like a hamster on a wheel or a rat in a race. What time I have alone, I feel the weight of being alone and tend to spend my off time in diversion or daily duties of laundry, cooking, dishes, yard work and housework. But I have stopped enjoying this alone time, and I really do find a need to be alone with my thoughts, even if that makes me feel antisocial. I notice it most after putting Princess Pirate to bed late. I find myself going to bed too late, because I crave time to myself, often looking to my blog and journal to write my thoughts.
I have also been obsessively watching the Canadian ice dancing pair, Tessa and Scott, since missing the bulk of the Olympics, but seeing their Roxanne program near the end. Since learning their comeback was most recently orchestrated with a move to Montreal, I was inspired by their story of training 13 hours a day, recovering from multiple surgeries (Tessa with compartment syndrome), and the transformation from an idea to a perfected performance. They are uncomfortably adorably conflicted and devoted all at once. Perfectly in sync on ice but never in any public appearance. Still, they are in the best shape of their lives, achieved what most of us could ever dream possible, and seem to have the dearest connection a person can hope for in life. They put in hours no one else would to achieve it, and they were amazing. They also seem quite introverted, but make an effort to share themselves with others (their TED talk).
Even today, with my daughter's bookclub book being chosen this month, and hours in a clinic waiting our turn, I was entertained and entranced by the idea of Phileas Fogg's orderly schedule and house. I don't live like that. Time stresses me. I rarely feel I have enough. But his confidence and efficiency with time, and his complete lack of need to socialize helping this lifestyle is both quirky and motivating.
Lastly, I have been inspired by some greats: the daily goals of Ben Franklin, Eisenhower's matrix, and the Ivy Lee Method are some examples of how to prioritize and keep the busy from preventing the important deliberate practice that is necessary for a valuable life (see self-actualization in Maslow's Heirarchy of Need).
So read, think, walk, talk, consolidate, organize, synthesize, and write. Take time to be alone, but don't waste it. It's precious stuff, and sometimes it is not given in large quantity. Sometimes it needs to carved into the schedule. It helps to live far from family, with fewer liaisons. But it is possible whatever your life circumstances are.
BEN FRANKLIN'S THIRTEEN VIRTUES AND HIS DAILY CHECKLIST
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| check if successful |
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| a friend's masterpiece, begun in pregnancy with nutritional goals as the start |
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| weekly |
PHILEAS FOGG WAS A CURIOUS MAN
"Phileas Fogg était de ces gens mathématiquement exacts, qui, jamais pressés et toujours prêts, sont économes de leurs pas et de leurs mouvements. Il ne faisait pas une enjambée de trop, allant toujours par le plus court. Il ne perdait pas un regard au plafond. Il ne se permettait aucun geste superflu. On ne l'avait jamais vu ému ni troublé. C'était l'homme le moins hâté du monde, mais il arrivait toujours à temps.
Toutefois, on comprendra qu'il vécût seul et pour ainsi dire en dehors de toute relation sociale. Il savait que dans la vie il faut faire la part des frottements, et comme les frottements retardent, il ne se frottait à personne."
Chapitre 2 où Passepartout est convaincu qu'il a enfin trouve son ideal
Le Tour de Monde en Quatre-Vingt Jours
Jules Verne
"He [Phileas Fogg] was so exact that he was never in a hurry, was always ready, and was economical alike of his steps and his motions. He never took one step too many, and always went to his destination by the shortest cut; he made no superfluous gestures, and was never seen to be moved or agitated. He was the most deliberate person in the world, yet always reached his destination at the exact moment.
He lived alone, and, so to speak, outside of every social relation; and as he knew that in this world account must be taken of friction, and that friction retards, he never rubbed against anybody."
Chapter 2 In which Passepartout is convinced that he has at last found his ideal
Around the World in Eighty Days
Jules Verne
Sterling Publishing
Toutefois, on comprendra qu'il vécût seul et pour ainsi dire en dehors de toute relation sociale. Il savait que dans la vie il faut faire la part des frottements, et comme les frottements retardent, il ne se frottait à personne."
Chapitre 2 où Passepartout est convaincu qu'il a enfin trouve son ideal
Le Tour de Monde en Quatre-Vingt Jours
Jules Verne
"He [Phileas Fogg] was so exact that he was never in a hurry, was always ready, and was economical alike of his steps and his motions. He never took one step too many, and always went to his destination by the shortest cut; he made no superfluous gestures, and was never seen to be moved or agitated. He was the most deliberate person in the world, yet always reached his destination at the exact moment.
He lived alone, and, so to speak, outside of every social relation; and as he knew that in this world account must be taken of friction, and that friction retards, he never rubbed against anybody."
Chapter 2 In which Passepartout is convinced that he has at last found his ideal
Around the World in Eighty Days
Jules Verne
Sterling Publishing
Wednesday, February 14, 2018
CELEBRITY CRUSHES
Sometimes I think the world is obsessed with the young. Sometimes I wonder if I am no different. So I started to think of those who live in the celebrity world and wondered how far my age range might be. IMDB is pretty extensive, and I know a lot more about fictional people than real ones, sadly.
Here are my top ten and their age range.
1. Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson (The Rundown, Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle) 1972
2. Eddie Cibrian (Third Watch, Take Two) 1973
3. James McAvoy (Becoming Jane, Atonement) 1979
4. Mark Ruffalo (Now You See Me, Spotlight) 1967
5. Joseph Gordon-Levitt (Inception, Snowdown) 1981
6. Jason Sudeikis (Race) 1975
7. Theo James (Divergent) 1984
8. Milo Ventimiglia (Gilmore Girls, This Is Us) 1977
9. Jeffrey Dean Morgan (Grey's Anatomy) 1966
10. Eric Dane (Grey's Anatomy) 1972
average birth year 1974
Here are my top ten and their age range.
1. Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson (The Rundown, Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle) 1972
2. Eddie Cibrian (Third Watch, Take Two) 1973
3. James McAvoy (Becoming Jane, Atonement) 1979
4. Mark Ruffalo (Now You See Me, Spotlight) 1967
5. Joseph Gordon-Levitt (Inception, Snowdown) 1981
6. Jason Sudeikis (Race) 1975
7. Theo James (Divergent) 1984
8. Milo Ventimiglia (Gilmore Girls, This Is Us) 1977
9. Jeffrey Dean Morgan (Grey's Anatomy) 1966
10. Eric Dane (Grey's Anatomy) 1972
average birth year 1974
Tuesday, February 6, 2018
THE THANKS I GET
I left my home this morning at 6:40. I had just over 6 hours of sleep because I got home from work last night at 10 pm, when I had supper and fed my cats and went to bed. I worked all day and just got home at 11:10 pm.
My requests for shift in March were emailed to me with this message:
Thank you to the precious few who sacrificed themselves in order to allow for publications.
Unfortunately it was once again the same people who always offer to help.
You can figure out who they are. Most of them work 9/10 days in that week.
I have taken two March Breaks in 20 years. This year, I requested it off in advance, making the request on July 17th, 2017.
I was given 3 more shifts than I requested. I was scheduled on an evening I did not give availability for. I work 6 evenings in a row, when I ask for no more than 2 or three, because I won't get enough sleep, and will be pulling 12 hours well into the night.
I am really tired, working hard, and I feel like I am meant to be shamed, as though my patriarchal scheduler and boss cares nothing for me or my work.
I am thankful for my colleagues today, who commented on my late stay, and refered to it as "my legacy", because we did send some home, get some admitted and even transferred one to another institution, and it looked so much better than when we had come in.
I am thankful for the glorious temperature to and from work of -8 and -9 with a beautiful layer of snow, and an hour and a half of commuting in those lovely conditions.
I am thankful to the colleagues who stopped by to say hi. The one who complimented my hair and tossed it. The resident who casted a wrist and sent the patient home.
I am thankful to my little girl who was doing her homework when I called, and texted me to get an internet link for an upcoming assignment. Who is excited to go to Regina with me in February when other kids are going to Disney!
So, to my boss, who makes me feel like I don't sacrifice, but is killing me slowly while taking me for granted: I think there are better ways to get people motivated. I feel like I am sacrificing to cover the rest of the month, but for thankless reasons. I don't appreciate that you didn't answer my email, asking for a change in the mistake of scheduling me on a day I didn't give availability. And I don't feel like giving any more availability when it's tough on me, because the sacrifice I do make isn't appreciated anyways.
My requests for shift in March were emailed to me with this message:
Thank you to the precious few who sacrificed themselves in order to allow for publications.
Unfortunately it was once again the same people who always offer to help.
You can figure out who they are. Most of them work 9/10 days in that week.
I have taken two March Breaks in 20 years. This year, I requested it off in advance, making the request on July 17th, 2017.
I was given 3 more shifts than I requested. I was scheduled on an evening I did not give availability for. I work 6 evenings in a row, when I ask for no more than 2 or three, because I won't get enough sleep, and will be pulling 12 hours well into the night.
I am really tired, working hard, and I feel like I am meant to be shamed, as though my patriarchal scheduler and boss cares nothing for me or my work.
I am thankful for my colleagues today, who commented on my late stay, and refered to it as "my legacy", because we did send some home, get some admitted and even transferred one to another institution, and it looked so much better than when we had come in.
I am thankful for the glorious temperature to and from work of -8 and -9 with a beautiful layer of snow, and an hour and a half of commuting in those lovely conditions.
I am thankful to the colleagues who stopped by to say hi. The one who complimented my hair and tossed it. The resident who casted a wrist and sent the patient home.
I am thankful to my little girl who was doing her homework when I called, and texted me to get an internet link for an upcoming assignment. Who is excited to go to Regina with me in February when other kids are going to Disney!
So, to my boss, who makes me feel like I don't sacrifice, but is killing me slowly while taking me for granted: I think there are better ways to get people motivated. I feel like I am sacrificing to cover the rest of the month, but for thankless reasons. I don't appreciate that you didn't answer my email, asking for a change in the mistake of scheduling me on a day I didn't give availability. And I don't feel like giving any more availability when it's tough on me, because the sacrifice I do make isn't appreciated anyways.
Saturday, February 3, 2018
DEUTSCHE HAUSAUFGABEN
The reason sometimes I fail is that I haven't spent enough time extending beyond the bounds of basic emergency medical expertise.
"Do you know why most investigators fail?They refuse to extend their basic knowledge beyond the bounds of basic investigative procedure."
Elementary's Sherlock Holmes
Said to me in the staircase after rounds on my way out
"I didn't recognize you. You look so pretty!
The biggest communication problem we have is we don't listen to understand , we listen to reply.
Beauty is not an option.
You never know.
Poverty is sexist.
"Do you know why most investigators fail?They refuse to extend their basic knowledge beyond the bounds of basic investigative procedure."
Elementary's Sherlock Holmes
Said to me in the staircase after rounds on my way out
"I didn't recognize you. You look so pretty!
The biggest communication problem we have is we don't listen to understand , we listen to reply.
Beauty is not an option.
You never know.
Poverty is sexist.
Friday, February 2, 2018
PERFECT PANCAKES
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| This recipe is my go-to. It started as Martha's banana buttermilk, but my princess pirate doesn't like bananas at the moment, and I rarely have buttermilk or whole wheat flour. |
1 cup flour
3 T sugar
1/2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/4 tsp salt
1 egg or 1 T ground flax +3T water
1 cup "buttermilk" (milk +1 tsp lemon juice)
1 1/2 T oil
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