Monthly Update


Currently watching: (Un)Well on Netflix - the lack of follow-up and real scientific information about some of these wellness practices is bothersome because the documentary team chose to not take a position.  For example, following up on the 30 water fast at the 30 and 60 days post fast marks could be valuable information.

Currently reading: A World of Curiosities by Louise Penny

Currently loving: My friend group and their support (much needed at this time of year!)

Currently eating (or drinking): I love pomegranates and kiwano melons, and this week I've been able to enjoy both.  

Currently organizing: my digital life - I use Feedbin, and there were nearly 300 posts I'd saved over the past five years, and the probable demise of Twitter made me go through the many, many (too many to count) likes to find the gold amidst the "I support you" likes.

What made me smile this month: Having a week off and meeting a friend for tea and book shopping. There's something wonderful about having time to relax and do intense self-care.  Next month, there'll be two weeks off.  I feel my smile starting already. 

What is my quote for the month: A good piece of toast with butter is worthy of gratitude.


Digital Detritus

 Grabbed these from my Twitter likes before everything disappears!

  • If, like me, you're old enough to remember many of these shows... have fun!
  • Did you download your Twitter archive?  What about your Google Search History?
  • This is from 2019, but after the past few COVID/stress filled years, the 30 Day Purge is absolutely what I need to start 2023 (and here's how I'm giving myself permission to do all this).  Need more inspiration?  Doug has decluttered his Google Contacts.
  • I use Chrome at work, and Firefox at home for all my non-Google stuff.  But Brave sounds worth exploring.
  • Yes, I've forgotten book titles.  NYPL helped with one, but my jumbled memory made it impossible to help with the other.


Books and me

As many of my friends know, this has been a difficult reading year.  I think there are many reasons why that might be, but Doug has another idea: maybe it's me.

In his post, he talks about rereading, something I keep telling myself I will find the time to do.  I promise.  Once Mt. Bookpile gets down to a certain size.. or I retire.. or.. or... Yeah, it's not happening soon.  Having said that, it's easier for me to get through books than before.  Here's how Doug puts it:

As an older reader, I increasingly need some worthwhile content in order to keep my interest as opposed to the simple plots loaded with action, sex, and violence that I craved as a younger reader. (Not that I turn my nose up at those elements now.) I perhaps have more patience and a broader range of topics and styles that keep my attention.


There are genres I can no longer read with pleasure, some I'm professionally required to read and have to finish.  For the most part, though, I use the 50 page rule: if a book hasn't captured my attention within 50 pages, it's a DNF.  There are a lot of books I can skim through, because at my age having read as much as I have, the plots are predictable.  Which books? I'll never tell.  

One of these days, I'll get to see how the books I want to reread resonate with me after all these years.  Stay tuned.




I 100% feel the same.  Which leads to... how on earth did that much time elapse?

National Adoption Day

ETA: this was supposed to publish on NAD, which was yesterday.  It would help if I'd checked which month I'd scheduled this for...

Apparently there's a National Adoption Day, bringing to light the need for "forever families" for those in foster care.  I am definitely pro-adoption, since I was adopted.  As was my sister. (no, we are not biologically related).  And one of my cousins.  One cousin adopted her daughter. Another cousin just adopted a pre-teen, orphaned a few years ago and coincidentally named the same as one of her uncle's so he's got a "family" name.  And Thing One is adopted.  

There's a great need for adoptive families.  Sometimes they're friends of the family (one college friend's parents adopted the two orphaned sons of family friends).  Sometimes they're unknown.  Sometimes the adoptee is young (I was five days old when I went home with my parents) and sometimes they're older, like my cousin's son.  What ties them together, however, is that the children need love and kindness and a feeling of safety.

That doesn't mean that adoption is the answer for an unexpected pregnancy.  It doesn't mean that abortion isn't sometimes the right choice.  And when politicians say that adoption is available, that there's no reason to abort a fetus, well... they're wrong.  Both should be available. That's a fight worth having.


Things I don't like to admit

My next birthday begins a new decade, the beginning of old age and retirement thinking.  Mentally, I've been ready to retire for decades (financially, not so much).  But wait, there's more!

In looking back on the previous 20-30 years, there's been a real decline in my health.  My stamina is much less than it was when I was in my 30s, and while there was a decline during that decade, it really accelerated when I hit 40 and the case of Mono That Never Quit.  Things were stable until about 8 years ago, when my eye issues started and the drugs used to control things were (as one friend said) really major drugs.

Thing One says each infusion recovery is worse than the one before... and it's only been a few months.  My guess is that the next step will be to go on immunosuppressants again, which is of course just what you want to be on when working in a school.  How my system will react to that is, obviously, unknown.

Beyond that, I'm finding it more and more difficult to put up with the Stupidity of Students.  Like the two decided to sit down on the floor, legs in front of them.  In a major thoroughfare.  As classes changed.  Or the kid who decided to store their backpack right in the pathway to our desk.  So many of them treat this space as if it were a place for them to roughhouse, and I really hope they try that in college.  Their ability to distinguish between public and private, and that a shared space may require different ways of behaving than private space, is nonexistant.

Yes, I'm a cranky old thing and getting older and crankier by the moment.  

I'm fine with admitting that.  I'm less fine with admitting that my body and internal systems are old and cranky. Grumble.