This falls into the category of "I've done stupider things in my life, but right now I'd be hard pressed to come up with one".

Running a 100-yard all-out sprint downhill, in sandals, when you have plantar fasciitis and are very overweight. Really stupid.

Granted, I *should* have been wearing the nice expensive shoes with the expensive fitted inserts that give all sorts of support. Those would have provided a bit of support to reduce the damage done. But I was at a falconry campout, didn't want to get them dirty, and besides, I was spending 99% of the time in a chair or the vehicle. I was specifically STAYING OFF MY FEET. But when a redtail comes blasting in to nail a gyr-saker on the lure, all medical advice goes out the window as the entire brain focuses just on getting the hell over there as fast as possible to help break up the fight (birds are fine, BTW).

It hurts so damned much now I want to cry. Or break my rule against having alcoholic beverages when I'm home alone & lonely & in pain. Or crawl to the urgent care clinic and beg for painkillers. Anything but put cold cold ice packs on the swelling. It's already cold in the house without heat. *whine*

And I'm LONELY. Husband is on the road this weekend. My plan for dealing with that was to go to the falconry campout and spend hours around the fire BSing with friends, heading home midnight or later since it was worth the 30minute drive home to be able to sleep in my own bed. Only I left shortly before dark and have spent the rest of the night alone. Partly the foot, partly due to not feeling comfortable with my ability to navigate OUT of the unfamiliar woods, on narrow unmarked hunting-truck trails, hours after dark.

*whine*

Going to go lie down with more ice packs, some hot chocolate for my insides, some purring kitties to remind me I'm loved and needed, and a good book to keep my mind off of being miserable. This mood, this misery, it can be dealt with.

And one positive thing? I wasn't nearly as winded after that sprint as I expected to be. The cycling workouts are having some results after all.

Today was less exciting, I am happy to report! Work was busy, but everyone paid with money instead of weapons, so that was cool. My cashier from last night was my pharmacy technician today, and boy did we get a lot of visitors in the dispensary, mostly other staff who had heard the news. It was like we were in hospital, we decided. The other pharmacist - I need an LJ nickname for her, really - came by with cookies she had baked for us. She was very alarmed by the news and I think pretty relieved that it wasn't her on shift! Possibly out of guilt she let me give her a flu shot. HA HA HA! Her fiancé watched me administer the shot and said "cool!" and decided to get his shot too. As long as I gave him a lollipop, that is. So I gave him a lollipop! (And an injection, natch. I'm so excited to have given REAL injections now, not just saline!) Yesterday at the flu clinic I gave a grown man a lollipop AND glitter stickers. The appeal of rewards aimed at six-year-olds to adults should not be underestimated. The frontstore manager, who has worked here for 28 years and been robbed many times, came by to commiserate, and also tell us about the time she was locked in the safe room by a robber. ("Frontstore" is everything a pharmacy sells that isn't in the pharmacy area. Drugstore jargon.) capnblackberry and Boss Lady's husband both showed up around closing time to look burly and inconvenient, although I think mostly to reassure tonight's closing cashier - the robbers would have to be pretty stupid to come back before I've had a chance to restock my narcs, eh.

Everyone has commented on my total calm and seems to be waiting for me to have a delayed freakout, but I know myself and I don't think it's coming. There are things that freak me out - being in a running car without the driver, laser pointers, the log ride - but apparently having a gun pointed at my face isn't one of them. Weird! But I'll go with it.

Tonight I am off to Skanktuary! This time for real.

This is the autumn fate of the kiddie pool. Balls courtesy of grandma kesslec.




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My dad passed away this morning.

I'll be reachable by email, but most likely won't be on LJ/Dreamwidth/Facebook, etc until further notice.

For those who need to call, try the cell phone number first - I'll be screening calls, most likely. I'll be on the road to my folk's place either this evening or in the morning.

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Can you see it rising like mist off the pavement?
Can you see it coalescing gray on fabric walls?
Can you see a wave cresting in the air, a following sea?
If you look at someone's head, can you see their mind?
Can you see thoughts form and spring, dissolve, orbit, spiral out, trail behind?
What does attention look like?
Can you see music? --not heads and stems and staves, but notes with evolving shape and color
and motion.
Can you close your eyes and see the shape of an orchestra, and name instruments by genus and species?
Can you see the form of a sonata as it lives?
Can you make out the composer's signature in the corner?
When you look at rain, do you see the river and the sea?
When you look at mountains, do you see sediment? Do you see mountains waiting underground?
If you can see these things, then see one thing more:
The inside of your eye.

Today was exciting!

1. I got a seasonal flu shot.

2. I un-quit my job.

3. I was robbed at gunpoint.

Yep.

Job! Boss came and had a heart-to-heart with me and I cancelled my resignation. I seem to have accidentally called her bluff. So never mind all the sales stuff, sayeth she, and she took back something she had said that had upset me quite a bit. (In passing she had said that it seemed to be "just a job" to me, which, well, no, it's not. I feel strongly that this is my calling in life. Maybe tied with making music (actually I sort of go to the same place inside me when I'm on stage that I do when I'm counselling patients,) but not less passionate for being part-time. Anyway. This has been communicated.) AND! She is changing my schedule to make it EASIER FOR ME TO GO TO CONVENTIONS. ...yes, yes, that'll do, thank you.

I was very relieved by this turn of events. I'd been growing more and more depressed during the day, seeing regular patients come in and realizing how hard I'd miss them.

Anyway, I had had about 15 minutes of happy relief when a guy with a gun comes in. I was in the middle of posting on LJ about the job thing when I look up to see the muzzle of a gun pointed at my face. Oh LJ, you are there for me in all of life's most difficult moments. He asked for narcotics, I gave him narcotics, he left. No one was hurt, although my poor teenaged cashier was really freaked out. FAIR ENOUGH! I was weirdly calm the whole time. I started out thinking it was a cute armed robber costume, because really, our neighbourhood is so ridiculously sleepy. But not so much. Apparently ours was the fourth armed pharmacy robbery in the city within 15 minutes, so the police took a long time to get there. It's comforting to think we were just one of many targets rather than the subject of some more specific plotter. That was the first time in like 3 years that the store has been robbed, and may it be the last time for many more years.

Now it's time for greasy chinese food and single malt! Because HELL YES THIS DAY IS OVER.

Daniel's musical sense of humor has a bit of a reputation, and I think he's influencing me a bit ...

So, I've found myself with a selection of music from Show of Hands on fairly heavy rotation on the iPod recently, with the song "The Galway Farmer" appearing with great frequency.

Given that I've got 4 year and 2 year old boys in my house, "Bob the Builder" is in high demand.

What's disturbing (in a good way) is starting to hear things like "The Bobland Builder" singing about the racehorse Bobland Bay, and how Bob won a lot of money on a bet, so he now can spend lots of time building things in Bobland.

If you aren't familiar with SoH, here's a link to the song up on YouTube:

Book Trends review of ANDREW NORTH BLOWS UP THE WORLD.

This is MUCH nicer than when they say I'm filthy and vulgar.

The Lord Mayors Tea party at John Lewis's on Weds kinda knocked me out - up early and all that luggin stuff around.

Thursday was a different kind of day - Bad night sleep - needed a sleeping pill in th end - Hoewever got quite proactive - sorted out the guy who recorded my solo slot at The Musician - I wrote music for a new song at the piano yesterday which felt good - largely influenced by Jimmy Webb and his Ten Easy Pieces album. Bought home-ish stuff from Homebase, looked at a few new cars in showrooms for the hell of it - (my car is fine but nearly 10 years old so I;m looking long term), loaded more songs albums into Bandcamp, I bought publicist Ariel Hyatt's ebook Music Success in Nine Weeks - some good tips for music e-marketing in a web 2.0 world. In evening did some website work.

Friday - bad headache day - really stopped me doing anything much worthwhile - considered amputation - could not focus on music or my lists - did some website work, uploaded another songs album to Bandcamp. In evening we dropped in on friends Tom & Beth.
Later I chilled watching 42nd Street (1933 Ruby Keeler) - good film - good script - not convinced by Keeler tho. Good to see Bebe Daniels, Dick Powell & Ginger Rodgers & Una Merkel tho. And Busby Berkeley, as mad a genius as ever.

Simon came home this afternoon and told me several things:

1) He has finished reading The Light Fantastic by Terry Pratchett. Simon also wants to know "how Terry Pratchett is doing." So, I'll need to read up on that. (I have just made a donation to Alzheimer's Research Trust via Match It For Pratchett.)

2) He's thrilled because Adam Selzer's book I Put A Spell On You is in the media center at his school. He got to tell the librarian that he knows the author.

3) He thinks that Adam needs a tee-shirt that reads "I write banned books."

I remember so many Fridays in my life. They were the promise of cessation of a lot of unpleasant emotions and situations. Two days without school or two days without the office, two days at home where I could sleep late, eat when I was hungry, not talk to anyone, indulge in reading or some other form of amusement. On Friday sanctuary was just around the corner. Friday never went fast enough.

Now all my days are Saturdays. I'm not yet over my amazement that this is so. If only I had minions life would be just perfect.

What kind of day has it been:

12:01 "I think we have the kind of friendship where, if I were the devil, you'd be the only one I would tell." - Broadcast News (1984) #

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