Here’s a less common reaction, for you: I took a break at work and read this article about what you’re smelling when you smell rain. As I read about enzymes that build up on the plants during dry periods that inhibit seed germination and how they interact with microorganisms in the soil, the beauty of the system working together with such complexity to do something so familiar to me took my breath away.
Yesterday was a challenging day. I took over this week’s Toastmasters meeting because I was concerned that it was looking like a dumpster fire, and when the TM was confirmed to be MIA, the only person who stepped up would have been a newer member than we encourage for TM of the Day, and she’d have been a first-time TM. A meeting like this would be a baptism by fire, and I don’t want a new TM to have that experience, if it’s avoidable.
I usually make it a point not to spend a lot of time on NextDoor, the neighborhood network. There’s a lot of outrage for the sake of outrage, and I find that exhausting.
I’ve almost certainly mentioned it before, but one of the big revelations of my grad school era was the idea that when you set a boundary, people are going to test it. I can remember listening to Harriet Lerner’s The Dance of Anger on audio, running errands in the dark, and tears of frustration running down my face. I don’t know why this was so shocking to me— I hadn’t just fallen off the turnip truck— but to someone like me who struggles to set appropriate boundaries in the first place, the idea that the very first thing that would happen is that people would violate the boundary to see if I enforced it? It was shocking and upsetting.
Yesterday, I got a raise. And let me start by saying that I’m grateful, because you’re going to feel like telling me to be grateful in a minute, and I want to be clear that I know.
There are things about living with an aging parent that nobody tells you. For example, last night, I came home and Mom was on the computer. It was late, so I was surprised— she’s normally awake when I get home from the theater, but in her room reading. But this time, she was telling me that she almost signed up for one of those “find your classmates” type things, but it gave her a scary “allow this program” kind of message that I have warned and warned her about. I said I’d try to find something out about her friend for her.
Alright, I think the thing about the presents was really about her being nasty and sarcastic. I made a decision a long time ago that even though I naturally tend a little toward sarcasm, that I wouldn’t go that way, because it is, at its foundation, nasty and contemptuous of people, and I don’t want to be that kind of person. Nasty and contemptuous is not funny, especially outside 90s sitcoms.