Dan went kayaking yesterday and
took this little film.Sound up!
Monday was lovely, if dank and dark outside. I read much of the morning after all chores were done, and in the afternoon, I tried a recipe I conceived of thinking about a dish I’d once had in an Asian restaurant in Vancouver. I decided to try to make something like it for my dinner last night, and while I did all the prep and cooking, I thought of all I needed to pack for my one-day trip to the big smoke.
I will miss a board meeting today and don’t mind at all, but I have a meeting of my communications committee on the day I return.
I made the decision to go to Vancouver. I’m having lunch with Tory, meeting Dwight just to hang out for an hour, then to John and Bunny’s for dinner with Leslie. An intense day in a city: Hell. Seeing friends: Heaven. My anxiety started building yesterday morning, it peaked last night. I’ll feel better once I get on the big island.
When I come back, I’m going to ask to see my new Nurse Practitioner, because I’m having rather scary shortness of breath. As I told her, having had 3 heart attacks and a pacemaker, I know this feeling. I want to ask her advice about what I should do—if anything. On top of the difficulties with walking or physical effort, I’m concerned (code for frightened).
I’m feeling more comfortable with clinic operations. I’m hangin’ in. I’m chuffed about the monologue festival experience, I feel more comfortable with my disability every day, and everything that needs to work, is working. Games night is a hit! We’re having session 2 this coming Sunday. I feel better this Winter, I think, better than I ever have before.
I was prone to an emotional low in December. Maybe life post breakdown is happier in compensation for the disability.
(No post tomorrow morning.)
Collective Nouns for Humans in the Wild
Kathy Fish teaches fiction for the Mile High MFA program at Regis University. She also teaches her own intensive Fast Flash workshops online. Here are some of her “collective nouns for humans in the wild.”
A group of grandmothers is a tapestry.
A group of toddlers, a jubilance (see also: abewailing).
A group of librarians is an enlightenment.
A group of visual artists is a bioluminescence.
A group of short story writers is a Flannery.
A group of musicians is — a band.
A resplendence of poets.
A beacon of scientists.
A raft of social workers.
A group of first responders is a valiance.
A group of peaceful protestors is a dream.
A group of special education teachers is a transcendence.
A group of neonatal ICU nurses is a divinity.
A group of hospice workers, a grace.
Humans in the wild, gathered and feeling good, previously an exhilaration, now: a target.
A target of concert-goers.
A target of movie-goers.
A target of dancers.
A target of schoolchildren.
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