I so enjoyed my 2 hour zoom Shakespeare class, this morning. Our discussion of tragic King Lear proved so mentally stimulating that my spirit re-energized as inner strengths, like courage and a peaceful sense of self confidence saw me, a fledgling beginner at interpreting The Bard, fielding questions with an attitude of studied, clearly knowledgeable, loquacious assertiveness. In short, my mouth worked very well in tandem with my mind.
As to The Suns’ playoff game, tomorrow—win or lose, we’ll stand by our team (though winning would be much better for our spirits than losing).
Clothes washer conked out, last week. Refrig. repairman is here. Repairs on our 25 year old Sub Zero dinosaur will be $5,000 plus. Much better than $17,000 for a new one (and luckily, parts for our model are still available and in stock), so Will’s decision to refurbish rather than replace works for me. Ohhhm …
Called AC repair to check out guest room (way too warm) which David has claimed as his own during this year long siege of back to back lung surgeries. After speaking at length with the scheduler, I was deeply appreciative when she agreed to make adjustments so as to squeeze us in on Mon. before my surgery on Tues. And so goes life when clarity fills our minds; our mouths work well and compassion hath ears … 🙂
As our eldest son drove here with his family, last Saturday and then back to the west coast on Tuesday, I was not surprised when Barry decided to give himself one more day to work and rest up at home before driving here, again, tomorrow with plans to stay through Thursday at which time, he’ll return to the coast for Ray’s 10th (double digit) birthday, following which Barry wants to be here, again. As to what I want?
I want my son (whose professional life requires a clear strong mind in which to store encyclopedic amounts of knowledge concerning fiduciary responsibility for the massive 401k’s of mega universities and huge corporations with offices throughout the nation) to not stress himself out, flying back and forth to board meeting and conferences, which he leads as well as driving back and forth between the Pacific coast and our desert home, repeatedly.
As to maintaining my own peaceful state of mind, I’ve just declared it sangria time—Olé!💃🏻🍷🔆
Oh wait—Have I mentioned that the medical ID bracelet (inscribed with the fact that having one lung will offer my chest cavity sound reason to fill with fluid, which must not be drained) arrived? Too snug. Or that David is still searching for his keys, lost yesterday? Like I said—this too is life—which is why my glass is more than half full—of sangria …
🙋🏻♀️Annie
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