Lampreys of Zenith
Jul. 3rd, 2018 09:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI didn't get all kinds of writing done today, because I did too many other things that were distracting. I saw my therapist this morning. There was a moment when I was sitting in the car in the parking lot, and thought, "I'm too tired to get out of the car and go in there." That never happened before. I did--but the first thing Madame said when she saw me was "Are you limping today?" Yes, I am. I limp pretty much every day. But sometimes I'm able to conceal it long enough to fool people. Like my mother. I try hard not to limp around her. The last trip to take Mother to the doctor really did a number on my legs, and I'm still recovering. I also didn't take my big bottle of hemp oil with me. I made more oatmeal when I got home from therapy, and ate some with hemp oil, which is a palatable way to take it. I don't know if it's helping or not, but I'm going to keep trying it until I use up the bottle.
The poison ivy eradicator came and sprayed poisonous substances around. I'm not very confident, but we'll see.
The main cause of writing fail was that I spent some time exchanging email with a reporter who wants to learn about People of Praise, the cultish group that Trump judicial nominee Amy Coney Barrett belongs to. Sadly, I couldn't help her out much because I wasn't in that specific group. Although I suspect I know what they're up to, I can't provide first hand information. I tried to find some contacts for her, but wasn't very successful. I hope she can find someone who will talk. This whole process filled me with dismay about the willful stupidity of human beings. Not the reporter, but all the other people who are so eager to cling to their illusions that they don't want the truth even when it's served to them on a platter. Talk about things that make one tired . . . .
Then we went off to give blood. The holiday weekend is coming up, a time when lots of people have accidents and need blood. You'd think there would be lines of enthusiastic donors, eager to save lives at the cost of an hour of their time. But no. At the time we showed up, it was only the two of us. My hematocrit was too low to donate last time. This time, I just squeaked by. It's always pleasant to see the friendly phlebotomists and my friend Inge, the German lady who runs the water and snack table. I was totally astonished when she actually gave me sort of an awkward hug as we were leaving! Oh the Germanity! Germans hardly ever do that. She must have missed me. Awww.
The Sparrowhawk has invited a couple of friends to grill with us on the 4th, and somewhat to our surprise, they accepted. Socializing is good for you, I know--but now I'm going to have to shift out of hermit mode and socialize! Aaack! I THINK I remember how to do this . . . .
The poison ivy eradicator came and sprayed poisonous substances around. I'm not very confident, but we'll see.
The main cause of writing fail was that I spent some time exchanging email with a reporter who wants to learn about People of Praise, the cultish group that Trump judicial nominee Amy Coney Barrett belongs to. Sadly, I couldn't help her out much because I wasn't in that specific group. Although I suspect I know what they're up to, I can't provide first hand information. I tried to find some contacts for her, but wasn't very successful. I hope she can find someone who will talk. This whole process filled me with dismay about the willful stupidity of human beings. Not the reporter, but all the other people who are so eager to cling to their illusions that they don't want the truth even when it's served to them on a platter. Talk about things that make one tired . . . .
Then we went off to give blood. The holiday weekend is coming up, a time when lots of people have accidents and need blood. You'd think there would be lines of enthusiastic donors, eager to save lives at the cost of an hour of their time. But no. At the time we showed up, it was only the two of us. My hematocrit was too low to donate last time. This time, I just squeaked by. It's always pleasant to see the friendly phlebotomists and my friend Inge, the German lady who runs the water and snack table. I was totally astonished when she actually gave me sort of an awkward hug as we were leaving! Oh the Germanity! Germans hardly ever do that. She must have missed me. Awww.
The Sparrowhawk has invited a couple of friends to grill with us on the 4th, and somewhat to our surprise, they accepted. Socializing is good for you, I know--but now I'm going to have to shift out of hermit mode and socialize! Aaack! I THINK I remember how to do this . . . .
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Date: 2018-07-06 03:43 am (UTC)