I was thinking about doing another batch of pickled collards with my harvested collards, last weekend, but I thought it might be interesting to try collard kraut, instead. I have an interest in the probiotic opportunity with fermented foods, but, aside from sourdough, I haven’t ventured deeply into it. I tried my own cider vinegar made of apple scraps, but after a promising start, didn’t get anywhere. I also tried to make my own ginger soda, without success.
I’ve mentioned it before, but there’s a woman in my Toastmasters club who consistently remarks, in her evaluation forms about the speeches I give, about my chest. Once it was that I wore the wrong bra. Today, she suggested that a skirt would have balanced out my “lovely bustline” better, and drew a little picture.
Things are getting interesting, heading into Fall. My Toastmasters crew exploded a little, with someone on the Board going after a long-time member who’s given a lot of time and energy to the Board out of sheer generosity of spirit. I was heartbroken to see it, but the way the current president stepped up to deal with it was a great example.
Today, I gave a passionate speech about the nature of a good argument and the principles of mutual respect that govern argument. I cited extensively from a chapter of Brene Brown’s new book Braving the Wilderness. I’m a bit of a Brene-head, so you can’t go by me, but I think everyone in the country ought to be required to read this book and discuss its ideas, right now. Like, posthaste. I will totally wait, while you go get it from your local bookseller or library.
Ready? Moving on.
I recently updated my iPhone to iOS 11. whatever, and a new feature is standing out. Do Not Disturb While Driving. This is a very smart thing.
I’ve had a couple of instances in the last few hours of speaking with someone I feel close to where I just watched them switch to “off,” and it’s getting in my head, a little. I feel like I’m likely to overreact to this— so I’m reminding myself that I’ve otherwise been on a pretty good stretch. These people might be done for reasons unrelated to me.
Last night’s choir practice was unequivocally better than the previous week’s. Let me start there. We got right to it, we sounded good, and we were, for the most part, very focused on the music. Which is good, because apparently, despite being women of about the same age and demographic who live in the same part of the same city, who believe in, attend, and actively serve in the same church, that’s what we have in common. At least the woman and I who find ourselves at odds. We can sing together and that’s it.
I was trying to track down a picture of myself, today, for an online profile for a networking site. I haven’t taken a lot of pictures of myself recently— one when I got my hair chopped, a couple with visiting loved ones, but a few months back, my photo stream has a lot of pictures of Grey Area Guy. Just headshots of him smiling or making a funny face— that’s where my more recent headshots are, too.