Still not a lot of activity for me. Other than physio. Things are going well with my back/hip and shin but I still can’t really walk more than ten minutes worth at any given time… Then the hip and shin just start getting tired.
Evening shift at work is a nice change. Haven’t done it in several months. The smaller number of people in the office, more casual dress, and ability to stay up a bit later at night is up my ally. But it’s busy all week with just two of us working and lots of priority work coming in. They should really make full teams do the evenings rather than two at a time.
And I’m going back to the old CPSIC stomping grounds. Later this summer I’ll move back in there permanently. So it’ll be back to four on four off then, with more time off through the year and a little more money back in my pocket. But it’s the time off that was my chief factor. It’s a much better shift for travelling and dealing with visitors here. And once the change happens, I’ll be back to blogging every eight days rather than every Sunday. Just easier that way when your four days off is constantly changing.
And it’s Mother’s Day. One of those days when it’s just as well to stay off social media altogether. I called my mom. Spoke to her for a while without any of the rest of my social network needing to know about it… Well… Until right now I guess. Drat.
But yeah, if you’re looking for interesting material on Twitter or Facebook… And that interesting material isn’t the phrase “happy Mother's Day to all the mom’s out there, but especially…” Then you’re probably out of luck.
I think maybe we’ve made these days too universal. I don’t think we need to go around wishing our co-workers happy Mother's Day. I even witnessed one of my male coworkers wishing a childless lady, in our office, a Happy Mother’s Day. It’s become so universal that he doesn’t even consider the fact of motherhood or no motherhood. If she’s a woman… It’s “Happy Mothers Day” to that guy. Well done.
Personally, I just leave the wishing to my own mother… And figure other sons and daughters can wish it to their own as well. I’d never really think to offer a Happy Mothers Day to my sister. That’s my sister… Not mother… Though, for some of my growing up, that line may have been a bit fuzzy. I kid my sissy. Happy Sister’s Day… Whenever that will be.
Sometimes, having bumbling baseball commentators can be fun times. Today, in Major League Baseball, it’s Breast Cancer Awareness Day (though I assume we’re all aware of breast cancer already). When telling us viewers about the specialness of the day, Buck Martinez told us all… “It’s Breast Awareness Day!”
He did quickly correct himself. But what a day that could have been! What a day indeed.
So it increasingly looks like it’ll be Donald Trump vs. Hillary Clinton for the US Presidency. Oh my goodness. Either, the land of the free, with democracy for all, will have four of the last five presidents coming from only two families (a fact that seems to be about as dictatorial as a democracy can possibly be). Or the most powerful nation in the history of the world is going to be run by a reality TV star whose goal is to get Mexico to pay for a giant wall in order to keep all their rapists away from America… And to deny all members of a particular religious group entry into their country. What times we live in.
It’s Greening
The world is greening
Fresh grass pushes through the thatch
Reaching for the sun
A “go” signal for the robins to commence their wormy hunt
Distant trees show speckles
Splashes of yellowy green
Budding upon bare branches
Wood skeletons soon to be fleshed out
Shoots and stems appear
Climbing above the rocks and dirt
Preparing to bloom
Only days away from a flowery explosion
The explosion has come early for me
My backyard transforming from snowy waste
Now a mountain meadow
With dabs of purple, white and gold
Upon the green painted canvas
Just outside my back door.
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