Did everyone enjoy a nice weekend?
With no vacation plans in the immediate future, I'm burning my remaining PTO time just about every Friday. A body could sure get used to this!
Nope, no rest for the wicked.
I'd booked back-to-back appointments at Valley Radiology first thing Friday morning. The fellow who did my DEXA scan couldn't have been any nicer ..... and chattier. Somehow the subject of smoking came up, and I confessed to still longing for a cigarette 3 years after the fact.
'So surprised when he concurred and volunteered, "I sometimes go stand near a group of smokers on purpose and breathe real deep." (Ha! I thought I was the only one!)
Happy days! This was the first time in the history of Ever, "that" other test didn't hurt. Her instructions cracked me up, and I couldn't help but draw a parallel to a Dark Period in my life: Golf lessons. "Feet straight ahead ... slightly spread ... no, a little more. Chin down. Good. Now, butt out.... Relax the right shoulder. No ... butt out a little more. Now, relax." (Seriously?)
Seriously. I'm in awe of modern medicine ... and the technicians who facilitate the process. I study the young lady for any indication she's "seen" something that's not supposed to be there, but hers expression's as inscrutable as Bond. James Bond. (*smile*)
Even DH who had his scan done Thursday morning admits to trying to wield information from the tech. I suppose that's human nature?
To take our minds off our annual verdicts, I thought it would be fun to check out the new Harkins 16 Theater that opened Thursday .... boasting recliner-chairs and a bar. (All the better to fall asleep!)
Good grief! At only 1:00, not only were all the lots full, but people were parking on the adjacent land and walking across the road.
As I get older, I really, really can't stand crowds.
So, Saturday morning we attended the "senior" Saturday morning matinee at its sister theater down the road.
Tom hadn't read the book, "Girl on a Train" ... and frankly, I was hoping the movie would be more enjoyable than the book.
Unfortunately, Tom was thoroughly confused in the first 15 minutes. (I can totally see why.)
Me? Not unlike watching a Tennessee Williams play, I just felt this cloak of despair about the whole thing.
Hey, that's just me.
We're not big movie-goers, so don't take my word for it!
Given our recent history, I've been wanting to go back to my 'chosen' church, 30-some miles north, for a while now.
Even tho' we were unfashionably late because "someone" thought services began a half hour later (color me shredding my cuticles), it was nice being back.
Weird, the sweet feel of belonging .... even in the company of 100-plus strangers.
It's been more than 20 years since a despondent me ventured into Unity of Clearwater after reading an op-ed in some indy newspaper about its 'unconventional' lady minister.
When, at the conclusion of the service, she 'invited' (ahem!) everyone to join hands and sing, "Let There Be Peace on Earth", well, that just felt soooo weird, so foreign. (Sorry, I don't appreciate the forced camaraderie that some congregations promote.)
But! ... Holding hands and swaying back and forth -- not unlike a company of students at a football rally -- tears inexplicably filled my eyes. "With God as father-mother, a fam-ily are we; let me walk with my brother, in peace and harmony."
All these years later -- in a whole 'nother space -- my left hand entwined with a round-faced fellow with kind eyes .... wouldn't ya know, those dang tears still jumped in my eyes.
In keeping with custom, James Dillet Freeman's "Prayer for Protection" usually follows.
Sure, I speak it aloud to myself on each weekday commute, but it felt pretty neat to hear the words all around me, spoken in an affirmative chorus.
Given all the rancor and nastiness out there, let's try and be extra kind to one another ... at least for the next 4 weeks? (lol)
Hugs from Phoenix,