I got soap in BOTH my eyes this morning in the shower and, as a result, I look like I have some nasty strain of pink eye that isn’t content to make it feel like you have glass in just one eye. All day people have been transacting with me cautiously. I’d clear it up (no pun intended) but it’s sociologically hilarious to watch them wait till I leave to pick up the money (I’m guessing after spraying it down with Lysol) I left on the counter, or use the other door so they don’t touch the handle I just touched. Bless their hearts, they’re trying to be kind by being surreptitious so I don’t see how freaked out they are by me and my zombie eyes. Who knew having fake pink eye could restore your faith in humanity?
Anyway, just a little break from the slowly dwindling to-do list (thank all that is holy that it dwindles). It occurred to me this morning — pre soap-onslaught pseudo pink eye — that there’s a fear of vulnerability winding it’s way through culture today. I get not wanting to appear weak or easy to victimize, but over the past several weeks people have gotten really angry at me for failing to ask them about things they’ve done or are planning on doing when I had no prior knowledge of their experiences, future or otherwise; i.e. I didn’t know there was anything to ask about. And rather than appear needy by saying, “Hey Sarah, did I tell you about this thing I’m doing/have done? Would love to share it with you!” they become angry at me for not inquiring after whatever thing they’ve just done/are going to do. I suppose some of that could be covered with a general, “So, whatcha been up to?” but usually that’s handled one-on-one for me — private conversations over wine or beer or dinner or what-have-you. I guess what I’m saying is: you got some cool stories you want to share? Reach out. Or let me know you’re amenable to me reaching out to you. Because you give the go-ahead and I’ll be asking all kinds of inappropriate and uncomfortably prying questions. It’s how I do. Just don’t get mad at me. I’m not good at that.
A’ight, a few things before studying up on an issue I have to interview someone about later so I don’t sound like a complete dolt (which should always be avoided):
There is something so incredibly worrisome about this man working on these issues.
I just randomly Googled-upon this writer the other day and he may be my new favorite.
Even though I’m not likely to catch the flu and I try to limit my exposure to needles and bureaucracy, I didn’t mind filling out a couple of forms and getting shot in the arm, because I try to do my part for herd immunity. And, like I said, Emily told me to, and I figured I should listen to her because she is definitely my wife and possibly a doctor.
I’m not entirely certain what Emily does all day. I know she works at a hospital, and she’s not the janitor or the accountant, but I don’t think she’s a doctor—or at least not a doctor-doctor—either. She went to grad school for a hundred years and she wears those doctor sweatpants to work sometimes, which would seem to argue in favor of physician-hood, but then that doesn’t explain why my Lexus is short a couple wheels and says Schwinn down the side. Beats me. All I know is she works at a hospital with her buddy Jessica.
I like this look but wonder if it’s office appropriate…
This most certainly isn’t. But I bought it anyway because Magnum and Higgins were my favorite couple of the 80s.
This just made me laugh aloud and embarrass myself publicly. Thanks Liz.
This was pretty cool, from both an historical and engineering perspective. And the GOT music is haunting. It ranks up there with some other favorite theme music, embedded below (particularly the second one. There is something about the violin/fiddle that wakes my blood up…).
I really hope the softball team will play nice with me Saturday and allow me to take a team photo with Wolfy. Gabriel would love that…
Someone asked me the other day just what contemporary dancing is. I’ve posted it before but this, this is contemporary dancing. And Miss Ali P. used to be in this choreographer’s company in Atlanta so I suspect her class will draw on some of this. Beautiful, right?