I feel better, as in lots better today. Not as much coughing. Gosh, that is such a wonderful thing. I conducted an interview today with a very interesting person. It should make for an excellent article. I went in for an extra session with one of my clients, and whilst she failed to show, I did get some work done and treated myself to lunch.
On one of the car drives today I heard a story about a celebrity. You know, if you want to do some particular kinds of work, celebrity comes along with it. You do not have to like it, but that does not make any difference. Then, when you are not doing that work that made you famous, you try to have a normal life. With a family and friends, hobbies and maybe a faith community thrown in for good measure. Having a normal life is what normal people have, well, most people, and being normal means being human, which means making mistakes.
Mistakes, even for normal people are not all that much fun. Really. You normal people know what I am taking about. But, if you are famous, making mistakes is not nearly the private thing that it is for the rest of us normal people. When you are famous, everyone, the other famous people and the normal people all get to learn about your mistakes and all of the gory details along with their dinner during the evening news.
Then, after, or in the midst, those mistakes, you try to get away from all the media coverage and the country to which you flee makes it public that they want you to leave. Just, for chrissakes, leave. And, man, if you smoke, it is even worse.
What else?
Oh, yeah. There is not enough money in the budget for someone to be able to go to the dentist, but there is plenty of money to replace large appliances that do not need replacing for no better reason than the person doing the replacing controls the money and how it is used. And, the person who needs to go to the dentist is in trouble because there was insufficient praise for the new, unneeded, appliances. Some days you just gotta shake your head and try not to cry. Yeah.
Knees. Everyone has them. Struck with the notion of tacking one of the more physically strenuous divesting projects, I just did it. For four days I culled, sorted for friends, charities and the trash, putting more in the garbage than necessary just to avoid having it stick around and be reabsorbed into the landscape here.
It felt great when it was finished, although the next day brought pain and trips to the pharmacy for stuff to help with the pain and two weeks, or so, later, x-rays and an MRI suggested but delayed after much begging, it appears that rubbing the bony parts of one's knees is not a good thing and a swollen and sore bursa is the result. Heck, at least it is still there and still working.
It will get better, just like I am getting better. Although, I do have to admit that this getting older can be a caution.
Our quotidian lives. Sometimes a small one is not so bad, even though mundane is not an equality opportunity employer.
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