We, finally, made it over to my brother and sister in law’s last night and got to meet our little neice, Kaitlyn. She’s so tiny, at 7 lbs 11 ounces she’s very small compared to the rest of the boy McBride babies. (I was 10 and a half pounds, which is just average for my family..*L*)
The weekend started with the Jazz and Rib Fest Friday night, then checking out the Karamazov Brothers and the finale of the orchestra and fireworks at the Lancaster Festival Saturday night. It’s already been a fun-filled summer weekend. Hope you’re finding a way to enjoy yours!
As if to add an exclamation point to last week’s mention of living every day, I picked up the last Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros CD this weekend. The very last song on it is a song named Silver and Gold. It’s a reworking of an old country tune by Bobby Charles called Before I…
We need each other now, as always. We need our community. We need our connections. We need to know that we are not alone in this. So, let me, in the midst of my own exhaustion, do this one thing. If you’re feeling hopeless, angry, anxious, depressed, etc. because of the state of the world, or the state of your job, the losses you’ve suffered, the issues you are fighting for, the struggle to hang on to hope, you are not alone. I am with you. I see you. I share your exhaustion, frustration, anger, and your need for rest. Whether we’ve talked about this personally, or if you’re simply holding this all in and trying to keep it together, I see you. I’m with you. We are together in this, and we should share the little bits of hope with each other. They may be hard to see, but the more of us who are dedicated to looking for them, and sharing them, the more of it we’ll draw strength from.
If you pay attention to the news at all, I’m sure you’ve seen something about Larry Nasser over the past couple of years. You may even be fairly familiar with the story. If so, the Netflix documentary Athlete A might not offer a lot of things you don’t know to some extent or other. But, you may want to watch it anyway, even though watching it and hearing the stories will be difficult. I did a couple of nights ago, and had a couple of thoughts about it, in no real order of importance.
I’ve done therapy before, but this time it’s different. It’s actually been psychical therapy for my knee injury. On one hand, though, the parallels are interesting, but on the other, the perceptions are totally different. It shouldn’t be that way. First, the similarities: Physical therapy takes time. You don’t go in and get “fixed”. In…