Sunday, April 21, 2019

A quiet Saturday


The above picture captures my life as of late.  I've been given a few lemons, and have been trying to make lemonade.  No, I don't drink lemonade - it's both too sweet and too sour to quench any thirst I may have. So I'm trying to look at the bright side of things, instead of seeing problems as some of my friends do....

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Who'd have thought that the weather would be in the 70's today?  When I woke up and got dressed to go to my speech therapy session, I decided to wear a muted red midi dress (with a multi-color scarf to make it pop).  I grabbed my faux leather jacket because I thought it would be cool outside - but it wasn't needed.  And I got compliments on my outfit from the student clinician. 

Today's session passed quite quickly, even though we added extra time to make up for the week I lost to taking the civil service exam.  We BS'd a bit after the session, and I made it a point to tell her that I found her to be the most professional and the most effective of the student clinicians I've had.

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Once I was done at Mercy, I meandered to Pelham to see Pat.  She will always be blaming our economic system for the problems of the world.  Capitalism, Patriarchy, and other leftist targets are always to blame for the things that oppress people and are destroying the world. But she never thinks that our problems may be a result of a simple cause - too many people live on this planet.  There is a limit to how big any social or economic system can get before its flaws cause it to fail. And with 8.5 billing people (and counting), we're seeing social, economic, and ecological systems being brought under extreme pressure which may cause a Malthusian collapse.

Sadly, Pat takes all of these things personally.  I look at life and try to use the Serenity Prayer's philosophy as often as I can - and not worry about the things I can't change.

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference.


If we're going to hell in a handbasket, I can advocate for things to help make the world a little better.  But I can't spend my whole life in pursuit of these goals.  I accept that the world was an imperfect mess when I came in to it, stayed an imperfect mess while I lived in it, and will be an imperfect mess when I eventually leave it.  All I can do is to try and make an incremental change for the better, and hope that others are doing the same thing as well.

Around 3 pm, Pat had to go and see her daughter, and I ended up going home. Although I could have done a little more as Marian, I decided to get comfortable and stay in for the rest of the day.





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