Life on a Learner's Permit
Ruminations of a woman who feels always the novice navigating life's road, never quite "arrived", while observing everything along the way and commenting on that which intrigues her.
Tuesday, December 27, 2016
January 6
January 6th is the 12th day of Christmas (whatever that is) AND the day that my/our beautiful/adored daughter left my body and came into the world. We had tried in a serious way, vastly expensive fertility treatments included, to conceive a child of our own. When she came, I was past 37 year of age, and he past 36. She was MORE than either of us could have dreamed of. She still IS. She was a huge surprise and still IS.
VERY shortly before I delivered my girl, Tony and I went to a pow-wow at Grossmont College. Though it was tough for me on my feet at 9+ months of pregnancy, it was apparent the baby was reacting to the drums and the beat. A very few weeks after her birth, we went to another pow-wow at Grossmont. It was clear she was right at home!
Shazam. Ugly few hours at the ER. Disgusting procedure to take care of a severe infection. Need rest. Need few pain meds. Need major antibiotics. OK. I'm smart. I can learn.
Fabulous day at work Monday! Trudy and I moved heaven and earth to restore sanity to our rather thrashed work world. We shall rule!
Saturday, December 24, 2016
I was a Facebook resistor for YEARS. Then I tried it. It's not for me. What IS for me would be a more meaningful interaction than bullet statements or quick-shot comments. I hope not to be shallow. I hope you are not shallow. I don't particularly value surprise encounters with past acquaintances. On the other hand, I DO value re-acquaintanceship with CERTAIN former folk. Wanna join me?
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