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  •  Yesterday I was thinking about all the (19+ / 0-)

    things I can't do - tutor, any physical activity (my coccyx is, yes, broken), go and see people.  I was pretty miserable.

    I called my friend, whose husband died in January, and who is coming off 8 weeks off for a shoulder replacement that didn't work very well.  She was at work, and she was crying when she answered.  What?? I yelped.  She was swamped.  Nobody had done any of her work while she was gone, and the Big Yearly Deadline was yesterday, and she still had to do two things before she could even start it.

    And, of course, her husband.

    I turned into little Patton.  What are you working on?  Well, one of the two things.  So what's the problem?  What are you crying about?  You've been working long enough to know it will always end.

    I nauseated myself, but it helped her, and she wasn't crying when I hung up.  I thought about the thousands of ways Big State U has changed for the worse since I left in 1999, and then I realized I had just done something to help someone, coccyx and all.  

    I sound like Pollyanna, but I am so limited right now that this seems as important to me as finding gold in the backyard.  (Which might happen, if we keep having a foot of rain a week.)

    "Republicans are poor losers and worse winners." - My grandmother, sometime in the early 1960s

    by escapee on Sat Jun 15, 2013 at 05:59:08 PM PDT

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