link And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into the world it is best to hold hands and stick together.
I was reminded of this, by way of my initial TToT quote from last week.
link It will be a great day when our schools have all the money they need, and our air force has to have a bake-sale to buy a bomber.
So, yeah Robert Fulghum has all these great quotes, which apply to education and children, youth and imagination, with all the political rhetoric and campaign promises, all the talk of peace vs war and strength vs weakness.
Lots of shake ups happening here this week. Bad joke. Read on.
For “UNIVERSAL” healthcare here in Canada.
I do get irritated with the mis-information spread, that Canada is the BIG BAD “SOCIALIZED” healthcare, that it’s free. But nothing’s free, right?
So, someone in my family needed it, unexpectedly, at the beginning of the week. I am glad we have access to it here in Canada. When you are dealing with stress and fear and panic, you shouldn’t have to fear a giant bill in the mail on top of the close call of a family member’s health being risked.
It’s not free. It is there when we need it and I am thankful for that.
That my brother had excellent care and that someone found him so soon after he’d had a seizure.
He could have been alone for longer before anyone found him and who knows when he would have received medical attention.
How the brain can bounce back, like nothing happened, though not all residual signs were so soon forgotten.
Of course, those two nights in hospital through off his entire week.
But there he was today, helping or trying to do what he could to help me with yet another computer/technology issue I have.
As the days go on, you start to forget the feelings of terror that we felt when I got the call this past Monday, an immediate flashback feeling of dread, back to seven months ago when he fell and a head injury stopped him and those who love him in our tracks.
That nothing worse was revealed by the tests they did.
CT scan…EEG…MRI…and there is nothing new to see. Any of our worst fears of tumours or the need for brain surgery are put to rest.
So, I use the shake/rattle/roll image to deal with my remaining feelings (close call) and we keep moving forward.
For another lesson full of concepts conveyed and hope for the unblocking of any current roadblocks.
I have my own issues with learning to play the hardest of all musical instruments, the violin, but I am making gradual progress as the months go by.
Somehow, as slow as that progress often feels, my lessons are full of hope that I can, one day, arrive at the breakthrough.
My teacher and I discuss that feeling of being one with the violin. She comments on how it may sound cheesy, but I reassure her that it doesn’t, not at all. Beautiful is more like it to me.
I manage to feel uplifted and I leave my lesson, for yet another week, feeling like I picked the right instrument for me.
For a release date and clues of what’s to come with the new Gilmore Girls.
My violin teacher, myself, and friends (both near and far) on Facebook share in the news of the November premier.
For the discovery of a new podcast.
This one is musical and discusses song writing and lyrics.
For a much more positive week in matters of politics for my neighbours to the south.
I don’t know if I can stand three more whole months of this, but at least this second week of political conventions was more “we” and less “I” and I just wish, now that they have both chosen their nominee, they could get on with the business of voting already.
No heads in the sand of denial about what’s going on in the world, but a little optimism and hope can make all the difference.
For glass ceilings coming one step closer to being shattered even further.
Without getting all political and such, as I try to avoid, but I was glad to hear the sound of breaking glass, when it came to ceilings of gender equality. If something has to break, better that than most other things.
For a ride on the waves with the sun gleaming off the water’s surface.
I had one of those inflatable air mattresses and I found the perfect spot, directly in between two sand bars with crashing waves. In this spot, the water was going up and down, but it was a ride I could lean into and let take me where it might.
The sun was going down, as the best time to go to the lake is after four in the afternoon. Much less risk of getting a sun burn.
Fresh cut French fries and live music. It’s a long weekend here and it was Beach Fest.
BONUS: For balllooons and pufflings.
Who doesn’t love balloons, such as Bill Clinton on stage at the Democratic National Convention? And who doesn’t love puffins, especially little baby puffins?
Cuteness alert with the baby birds, just as long as we, as humans, remember to keep our balloons away from wild life and nature.
I needed a story of decent people, wanting to help baby birds, to counteract all the negative we constantly hear of in the news on a daily basis.
Still not feeling my best, but I suppose I owe modern medicine a whole lot this week in particular. This week’s 10 things list may not be my best, but I am at my most thankful.