There was an old SNL (Saturday Night Live) skit that always used to crack me up: Hanz and Franz (Going to Pump you up)

It gets filed in the same category as the fitness nuts I’ve had in my life, one of those things I can find amusement/enjoyment at, for my ignorance, as well as the sheer bliss of knowing that these friends are in their job.

Recently it occurred to me that exercise is another form of emotional crutch – a slightly more healthy version of my old standing one of emotional eating. In the way of meandering through my struggles overtime with the fall back of emotional eating – trying to get out of this rabbit hole – I’ve been looking at ‘what other options’ are available in the slightly more constructive world.

Emotional Fitness is one I’ve come upon. It has alot more potential than I’d realized until lately. There is a synergy for the body with fitness. You feel good, and you don’t beat yourself over the head for doing it. Emotional eating is a double edged sword – first it usually doesn’t make you feel good – eating too much of bad things. Then you have the guilt of “doing bad things” – feeding ones self when you don’t need it, for an overweight person is just not good.

While my heart and head both know this “not good” thing – its hard in the moment to shut up the little kid saying “but I wanna, I wanna” – and work with the teenager, and adult to say “we could….”

I’m trying – I’m trying.

Thinking back about this skit, gave me inspiration to “try” this alternative form of emotional satisfaction – not only is it constructive, it also produces feel good emotions, which are so so helpful when one is in need of an emotional blanket of feel good. Dance, walk, boogie, bounce, swim, cycle, pace, kickbox – anything that sounds fun and moves the body – these are cool little things that tell my cells “we are healing” – which is what emotional “insert activity here” without the need to beat myself over the head with a broom for healing on one side, while harming on the other.

I remember when I was younger, circa day 20’s, that I spent a few months in DC with my great aunt, and I would walk a mile to and from the little cashier job I had at the pharmacy there…. we would do these Volksmarches on the weekends when we were both off… basically a walking trip thru nature or a small little offshoot town area, that would be a healing thing – a Relaxing and movement thing. These were things I did not recognize the intent of, but that were groundwork for the feelings I have now. Thank you Aunt Maureen.

The healthiest people I know, walk or move a great deal everyday to help their body process. Eating isn’t the only thing we need. Bodies are designed for movement, not sedentary. Spending so much time confined exacerbates the mental challenge of “I gotta move” – quote from a game I typically play daily – Hearthstone.

Still struck by the lady I met at the Radical Remission workshop that was 78 and would walk 5-10 miles a day for pleasure. These are concepts that are just so foreign to me. But then I talk to my uncle, who lives on 15 acres on the side of a mountain in a beautiful area, and I realize his movement is obligatory. Animals don’t understand when you don’t provide necessary care, they know movement is as much a fact of life as water, sunshine and food.

Why is this not a concept like breathing? Why do I have so many hang ups about exercise. Why does it feel like “work” or “chores” – gotta find the fun, and the game in it. Working on one of these now, I’ll report back if I find it working in a few weeks. Test, test test – and report. Always the data analyst in me.

Constantly seeking new and improved ways to put the fun in making my body move. To draw the fun out of it, so I want – not just need – WANT to do it daily. So that the movement becomes the joy and the reason for doing it, not the obligatory action of “I gotta move”

I am blessed to have fitness “nuts” – yes I’ll still call them nots, because while I can understand and appreciate the desire to emotionally ‘work out’ I’m not sure I’ll be able to reframe the movement into this niche. I am blessed to have these people in my life, as a gold star example of the infinite possibilities of opening my mind and allowing the plethora of variety of life to embrace and show me the world.

Thank you universe for giving me the sun, the moon and the stars – and especially this blue moon on this amazing day of hallows eve. Thank you for giving me the people in my life that bring me joy, happiness and surround me with bliss on the daily. Thank you for giving me safety, health, and above all a wealth of wonder full engaging things that bring me infinite doses of happiness to brighten my world and bring the joy of life out in my smile, my eyes, and my heart.

And when you get to the end, stop. – a quote from Lewis Carroll; Alice and wonderland. And one of the ones that perpetually creeps into my mind like a odd growth upon my soul.

I’m a tad nervous about the surgery on Tuesday. While I recognize its the better choice – by a very very long shot. Its still “surgery”. I’ll be glad to have it in the rearview, and moving on to happier progress.

Thoughts in my head are changing. Shifting, and morphing, influx about priorities, and how to make what matters more of my time.

So much of my time, today and currently, seems to be spent in relaxation and contemplation. Not at all a bad thing, but an extremely dynamic difference from “this is where we were” and the former plan for “this is where we are going”

In the contemplation, I am drawn back to my experiences in India. The magical day? Yes, we were there for more than one, and there are many many experiences that were dynamic along that entire trip. However, the one that most strikes me is the whirlwind one in Mumbai with the team of people I’d worked with across the ocean, that worked viligigantly to show an ostentatious American an amazing time and the delight of experiences in India. Maybe I’m not exactly ostentatious – but there is DEFINITELY many other words/phrases expressions I’d use to express myself, most of them not overly flattering.

These people were my friends, my coworkers, my colleagues, and they were the most happy, friendly, giving folks I’ve encountered. Ensuring that I had happy memories to take home from my experience in their country. Its a gift I can not be grateful enough. … Three blogs from the experience here:

Part 1 – Harmony and Bliss

Part 2 – SERENDIPITY – MEDITATION IN THE MOMENTS

Part 3 – GATEWAY TO INDIA, FRIENDSHIP AND EXPLORATION OF OVERHEATED VARIETY

I am so grateful for my time and experiences. That whirlwind of time, and exploration somewhat strikes an odd parallel for me now. It was so different than anything I’d ever experienced in my life, just like everything right now is – in so many respects. I will have this time as a growth experience in another 5 years, once I’ve embraced all of the treasures this time has to offer, and learned to integrate the value into my life.

Thank you India, and the kindhearted blessed souls who facilitated my learning during this experience.

Thank you for all the family and friends in my life for all the support and gratitude you are perpetually showing and helping me with – Growth is not a simple thing, and its a thing we are all experiencing. Learning to embrace the valuable in life right now, is something I’m blessed to be able to enjoy. Both the pleasure, and the discomfort of the entire world.

Sometimes, when P talks to me about things, he will slip into Jargon – and because I more enjoy the “sound” of the voice – particularly his, I just let him talk – even though I don’t know what the letters he is spewing stand for or mean.

Every field, job, game, area of society has TLA – three letter acronym that represent “something” – we are a society of efficiency – and that means using TLA to keep things fast and simple.

They are … “brief” ways of sharing a joint meaning for a concept, word or set of instructions.

We have holidays in the US – I mean most countries have them – and there are “shared concepts” but we don’t generally use TLA for these holidays. We just have “concepts” that we all share, visions of what is “supposed” to be for a particular holiday.

None of these things are “necessary” – the holiday will happen with or without our perceptions about whats supposed to happen.

Like Valentines day is about “people we love” … sharing love.

The upcoming one – Thanksgiving – is well – we generally think of it as “getting together” “having a feast” – and sharing love and warmth with those we love. …. What does it look like this year? Is this a year where we morph a tradition?

2020 is an interesting year. Its a year of … “how do we do X, while still maintaining Y and avoiding Z” – we have gotten alot better about this all year. Somethings will remain the same, but many things will shift. There will be a “new normal”

Spending time with family is important. Sharing food and blessings is important. Where is the balance?

All of life is balance. There is a time for caution and there is a time for perspective, and there is also a time to shift the rules to make the game more enjoyable. I don’t really believe that this is that time.

The cautions we are all taking are important. They will be important for – “some time” in the future. I don’t honestly know how long, but my instinct tells me more than six more months…. that’s a minimum – part of me can see this going on ad infinitum. The more data that shows up about this invader, the more cautious I feel it is necessary to become. The more long term ramifications of being exposed, or working thru the illness, show me even more truth in the need for caution.

I’m left with the little kid parts of me going “but why, but why” … when I think about NOT spending this thanksgiving with all of my family. My family – well family and to be honest friends I’ve adopted as family – is big. My house is, well for some parts of the world its big, but for this part of the world its not. The number of people I can safely have social distancing inside and on the porch is alot more limited then the amount of family that I have….

Suffice to say, this difficulty/challenge is not unique to me – I’m certain many families and friends as well as many others within my family – are feeling the struggle with this challenge.

On the plus side, being able to socially distance, or remote/zoom chat for the gathering – means people are still alive, healthy, and safe. These are important things, and being able to chat with the ones I loved, is something I am very very thankful for…

Energy doesn’t recognize distance, so I suppose it means no matter where people are, we will be close, and sharing in each others beautiful energy.

I remember my first thanksgiving away from home – with my “new” husband, years ago. It was hard. This year will be hard. Hard doesn’t mean bad, it just somehow means growth and development. We learn, we evolve – we become better and stronger.

I am thankful for this year of challenge to become a better version of myself.

We went to Starbucks today – and in the line was this … Pink … car. Not Mary Kay Pink – which is more like pink panther – this was a little more purple, It was an incredible distinctive car color.

Staring at this car – as it happened to be in front of us – I was struck that it “seemed” like the same color as some fictional cartoon character – but as I racked my brain, and solicited P in the hunt – we could not identify which toon might be this color. It was too purple for piglet or a my little pony character. It was sort of the color of the girl mushroom lady from mario brothers, but the accents on the car were black not white so seemed a bit off.

I’m not sure why this struck me so much – my mind kept wondering “why would someone do that” …. It was brought to my attention years ago, and has been more profoundly so this year – that the question “why” is really one of the most unimportant questions one can ask. While it does usually provide some common ground for understanding.

Even if there “is” a specific why that this person would want to drive around in a uniquely pink car…. its probably not something I’d have a basis to relate to anyway – so I should just “love them” for their uniqueness and stop wondering about their life choices.

Speaking of pink… well okay not exactly, but I got these super cool pants a month or so back – they have these amazing flowers on them – and when I ordered them I was unconcerned with them matching because they just had so so many colors in them, I was certain there would be “something” in my wardrobe to match….

Boy was I wrong. Okay wrong is a little to harsh. White and Black match them – well, most of my blacks as the pervasive color in the pants is black its often the case that black does not match black. It does seem that most of mine does match – but its still so much black to wear when the top is black, and the bottoms are black with a pattern.

I thought for certain one of the greens would match, … but the paints are a little more teal than I have, but not the same teal as I have teal of… also the pinks are not the same pink at all – these are more of a coral, which I generally don’t have because its too much yellow and thats just not a good color for me to wear. The browns – surely the browns would match – not so much, I do have one shirt that would match – but the shirt is striped and striped top with a pattern bottom is less than ideal – even if the colors look okay. … But what about the red/maroon you say, surely you have something in that shade, it looks really good on you … Yes, many options – all slightly a different shade then looks best with these pants.

These pants, its worth mentioning are supremely comfortable. They are like I dream of jeanie pants – slightly loose in the legs, with a cuff at the bottom and a cuff at the middle – just so soft and comfy. My white matches, however most of my white shirts at present, are pretty see- which is just not a look that is particularly appealing for a woman my age…. so I’m left/resigned to my black shirts.

Aha for something of the right shade of pink….

S started me on this new game last night. I’m struggling, because its a storyline I’m not really finding satisfying at all. Perhaps its just early in the game, but man its like “really? this is so so dark right now”…. I generally don’t like scary content – finding too many scary things in life in general, and particularly right now, in 2020 in life. So while games “should be a reflection of life” IMHO – they should be a reflection of the best of life – NOT the worst. They should be the happy go lucky feel good things, that we just can’t get enough of….

Or atleast that is my opinion. Feels a little bad to leave my friend hanging though … since we started this game together, so I have to figure out a way to suck it up buttercup and just see if the game gets redemption later. (Balders Gate 3)

There was the coolest work of art? at the nurses station for my favorite nurse last friday — they had taken all the cards and notes they had received, and made a cabinet collage with them at the nurses stand – it was just beautiful. I asked the ladies about it, and they explained it was cards they had gotten over the years. I was so inspired it made me want to send more cards, to help fill their beautiful collage with more pretty notes.

I can see this being a light in the dark for them – a place they could turn to when the day was grey and filled with not shiny happy things – to help brighten things up. Nurses work hard, this is a loveless job – even in the best of times. I wish there were more I could do to help fill them with sunshine on the regular.

Its one of those times of year, where I feel like we all need a bit more sunshine. The day was particularly grey and gloomy looking today. It IS supposed to get super cold over the next couple, so here is hoping that we get a little pretaste of winter our way soon.

There are just so many things to be thankful for – as we drove today and enjoyed the wide open spaces along 130 – from one appt to another – I was struck by how much the area has changed, and how many more people live here now then 20+ years ago when we moved to Texas. While I won’t say Texas will be my forever home – I’m still stubborn enough to believe in the possibility that “go west” still applies to me. – it is my home now …. and “Yall” can just hug me and bless my little heart.

Gratitude for another Monday, gratitude for friends, family and loved ones. Gratitude for overcast gloomy days that help water the plants and the trees, and remind us that there will be sunny bright ones again soon. — Gratitude for Pink skies – well, and Pink cars, that make me think.

Today I’ve been a busy little bee. Clean up, clear out and work work work – do the hustle and all other sorts of shuffle things.

Cleaned up a few things, got alot of hugs from family (always a good thing), fixed up some breakfast and coffee for family and cleaned up stuff after. Taking care of P as he recovers, to ensure he moves, but not too much.

Will be glad when Nov comes, particularly after Nov 3 – both for my “election of surgery” and for the other one too.

Life has been a very good thing lately for me. So many little reminders of how I’m doing great. How things are moving along if I just keep swimming, just keep swimming.

Little somewhat less unpleasant reminders of the fact that I’m not alone, and that everyone is going through something – mine is neither bigger, nor smaller – just my own. Lots of opportunities to help boost up people and remind them I’m just another human and they are cherished.

I think people forget they are human. I think that we all forget that we share the same air, the same water, the same space – its good to just gentle remind each other that there are more of us here together than any other time in history and its so much more important to check in with each other and make sure that we are all doing okay.

Yesterday I had the opportunity to go see some of my favorite people at the Oncology places I visit – while its Friday for them; its also the busiest time. I watched the front desk person at the place as I waited patiently get overwhelmed and rushed by no less than 15 people in the ten minutes I was there – usually they have four people in that space, and there was just her – until another lady came back from …. somewhere else? and immediately set to work to help — but it was clearly not her normal place.

Its remarkable easy to identify when someone – a fellow human is overwhelmed. That look and vibe of held in frustration balanced with exhaustion and sadness. That look of pleading for humanity. I looked over, after I had been checked in – and watched as she was bombarded again and again with just a barrage of people and issues – she is the front line, and has to handle both all of the checkins, the deliveries, the phones, the questions that need to get routed both to nurses, schedulers and others – she is the first line of introduction, and the last line. This lady usually is one of the happiest and kindest soft spoken folks, but it was quite clear she was at the end of the candle yesterday.

I reached out as she took a breath and happened to look up and did my arms wrapped around in a “virtual hug” that I typically do to ALL of the staff, and most of the folks I encounter these days …. if I can’t do the real thing, I will absolutely damn sure send energy ones. I told her, since she looked briefly perplexed – “virtual hug” – she instantly visable relaxed. I don’t know if she was expecting me to be attacking or what, but she replied with a “Boy I needed that” and she suddenly had just a little more spunk, a little more energy to help her get through the next three hours – of her long long week.

While I don’t know what troubles other people are going thru – that old adage “do unto others”…. sticks heavily in my mind. I’d ALWAYS like a virtual hug – so I figure its the least I can do for every other person I encounter…. Particularly the ones that are clearly, most evidently in need. It may not be the “surgery” of the fix – but its damn sure the triage. My thought is, if I can help someone hold out a little longer, maybe either the universe will perform the surgery that will help with a better solution – or atleast I’ll stop the bleeding long enough for them to seek “professional help” – whatever that is in this day and age.

As I’m doing the hustle and busting a move – as I continue to do things as I can today – I’m very grateful for all the bandaids other people have put on me to help me get to today. To help me continue fighting, and winning. Love life, love all the people in my life – and I even love my struggles – because they are and have been teaching me how strong and how much I can do. Exceeding my own expectations.

This has been a super busy week. Filled with rollercoasters. First is the discovery that I’ll be doing surgery on election day. Apparently this infection does have a known common root cause, and now it is going to be plucked out like the small bug it is…. or atleast thats the theory.

Second the rocking ship of the test results. Mostly good – CT & bone scan showed clean (other than the belly button which is the infection) – and the MRI showed no new growth but the three stubborn things left did increase a little from July – though not as large as April so its a little difficult to say why the seem bigger.

Third is the pause of chemo – need to give my body a few weeks in between treatments for the surgery – so I get a cycle reprieve.

Fourth is P having some unexpected snafu things – that are both pro and con. We will see how they flesh out, overall just keeping a close watchful eye on him.

My imagination always works overtime. Both for the good and the bad of that. I’ve had some truly bizarre dreams this past week. “Take it to you Bob” – the price is definitely right, but its now Drew Carrey which I don’t know if that makes it better or stifles some of his insanely incredible inspiring comedy.

Everyone keeps waiting for 2020 to hurry up and end – but the fact is we bought tickets for a full decade. Its started out rocky but we have learned so much, and there is so much more to go.

Found an adorable mountain village in Germany that has the coolest holiday traditions – I wonder how cov things will impact them. Also realized I had such an incredible time in Germany its fair to say I’m missing it.

Revisiting things, is part of this pinwheel. Go backwards to go forward on the wheel… where things just keep spinning, just keep spinning.

I am so blessed to have so many people in my life I cherish. They bring a smile to my face, and a bounce to my step as I navigate through this sometimes tumultuous course.

I tried my hand at pimento cheese yesterday – it was “one” of the six or seven things I cooked – got on a spree and felt the need to just let it out in a whirlwind – and things were produced. Pimento cheese is alot easier than expected and I have to say, my homemade one is so so much better than any I’ve ever bought. it was actually pretty easy to make – the cuisinart did all the heavy lifting – and if it weren’t for the fact that I tried to “half” the recipe – it would have been so fast, I had to let it mix a little longer because it was so much less and my cuisinart is so much more. In the end, we triumphed, and it turned out just amazing – I think peppers with cheese is a tad hard to mess up, but I can’t imagine most people realize the small list of ingredients in this, or there would be pimento cheese parties and competitions. I could see the “challenge” type thing for this.

Its been pointed out to me by the stars that I’ve officially tasked P with making me smoked turkey on his birthday. Happy 50th – smoke me a turkey biotch. Its not what I’ve intended, however, I do want him to smoke a turkey – he does enjoy the satisfaction of it – and I have been rambling/struggling in the head with what to do with this birthday of his for months now with no clear answer in mind. Yes, I care – go get in the kitchen and make me some pie – well a turkey 🙂

Originally, I’d picked out a thing for him – well he picked it out and thought it was too pricey so I told him to get it for his birthday/christmas/anniversary and would be great, but it turned out to be sold out by the time he tried to fire the thing for the purchase. He is just ridiculously difficult to buy for – because when he wants something, he just gets it.

Its inspiring to see all the wonderful outlets people are finding for their creativity during these isolation times. So many artists are arising from the ashes like phoenix – we apparently are just a culture of birds.

Its time to fly like an eagle and soar like a bird – find some new inspiration in my day. My hawk has been aloft on the heights recently, always popping over to visit now and again. Its a gentle reminder from the universe that things will get better, I just have to stay the course and go the distance.

So one of the evidence of progress in our area, is the fact that Friday night, we got to hear a concert…. No, we didn’t attend it….

It played until almost midnight. It was a country concert at the Dell Diamond – and it was so incredible loud we could all but hear the words to the songs here inside the house. Their base was so loud, that it was somewhat vibrating things…. little over half a mile away by bird. Driving, it takes a little longer to get to where the concert was, but birds and music – you know how these things travel.

It sort of made me reminisce both of the concerts I’ve attended, and those I opted to Not attend. Many were loud. Not so loud I’ve felt my ears were in jeopardy – but none were this concert. I literally can not conceive of how loud it must have been inside the actual venue where it was being performed – so loud to be heard half a mile away inside a house.

Also made me a tad mindful of the lesser insulation in our house and that this is something probably we should address. Especially now when its cooler, so as to not be insanely hot for the installers.

I mentioned a bit back about my proclevaty at the present for associating everything to lyrics – some for songs I don’t really recall or remember exactly – so Google has become my “life line” to getting to the song, playing the song and sharing it with P.

Last night it was the song, not the sound that I recalled. We were talking about childhood things – and the “Electric Company” came up in our discussion. I remembered watching them, but couldn’t recall the entire song – just the last words. P went and found it, and while he could recall the name of the show, not the song or watching it. Once he found the copy, and played it, even he was struck by the memories.

Its memories of cartoons only being “available to watch” on Saturday mornings. There was no streaming of cartoons, there was no weekday cartoons – although that came very quickly after when the producers realized the marketing they were missing in the form of figures and other paraphernalia.

So I have taken the red pill, and it has made all the difference. Things seem brighter and happier. Suddenly all has come into focus. Yes, this is metaphor but I’ve decided to leave it at that for the moment. I had tests this past week, results will be coming post haste.

Starbuck has taken to barking at me, when he wants “anything” – he has determined that this is the “way” – I’m working to break him of this habit, and I think it might actually be time to start crating him again… which seemed like an unnecessary thing for a while, but since he has taken to making his own “crate” under my dining room table…. perhaps he won’t be adverse to this idea either.

We are deliberating about how the back room will be done, and whether it should be the chicken or the egg of our house projects – our bedroom being the other. Backroom is … well its alot more empty than the bedroom. However, bedroom is in desperate need of new carpet. The old carpet called me, and said “thats it we are done, we retire” I tried to persuade it by the use of rugs over all entry ways, and covering the worst offender of the spots – but its still folding its arms and say “nah” – I can’t blame it, its done its 20 years, its time. There will be negotians I’m certain over what we get and where we put it…. and it will be a holy hell of a project to “empty” the room and paint so that it will be all fresh. Painting is something I still haven’t gotten P on board with yet.

His comment is “its perfectly good paint, why do we need new” …. and I look at the paint, and I see the stains from age, and I see the wearing on it. And I see how pretty and fresh the paint in other rooms looks…. and I am at a loss how to explain this to someone who doesn’t understand. Its like when you are young and you seriously don’t see why the floor needs to be vacuumed. Or more importantly how some adult can tell that you “did” or “didn’t” do it. Its just one of those mysterious of the universe at that time …. and then you reach that point…. where suddenly you see the crap on the floor and its like “ewe, where have you been hiding all my life”…..

Its not really observation, because as a child, I remember my powers of observation being highly skilled…. like I could tell when were were “going to grands house” or to the “store” or “doctor” by the demeanor of the parent driving, and also “how” they approached the drive. – I guess thats why they call it “animal instinct” — but I didn’t see the dirt, until well into my 20s.

Funny how things happen at different points for different people. I wonder if P will ever see the walls need paint.

When we first moved in here, C/R & I painted a mural thing of flowers on the open window space…. It was so so pretty, and I have loved it for the entire time… however, it really needs either a refresh, to be painted over or “something” – I haven’t decided exactly “what” its going to get, but my mind has been toying with options… that is after the “other” two projects get prioritized and complete.

Life is good.

This was the week of scans. MRI, CT, Bone scan…. so much contrast, my body is extremely unhappy with this state of affairs, and it has been quite vocal at expressing its discontent.

I will find out, next week, in the round of doctors appts “how” the scans look and went. This week I just have to endure the circus – all be it a pleasant one from a people perspective – ARA is “good” at what they do, and they must treat their employees well, because they are in a good mood, and very willing/able to help their patients.

This has been a week of exceptional tired. Partially because even in attempting to “not be worried” about these things, I still am…. and also the actual tests themselves. Just gimme sleep … has been the mantra the past few days.

Today is a different sort of self care/health day. Its Friday! That is a get to hang with my brother and go from appt to appt. Wrapping up the day with acupuncture which is both therapeutic and also very feel good.

Yesterday I got to hang with mom and we got to hang a bit with D but all was cut a wee bit short because I was just super super tired.

I don’t recall the contrast hitting me quite as hard in the past, but I guess its a little too much to expect for them to be “less hard” with more and more of them. They do have a cumulative effect, and this was number four this year…. for each of the tests, and each of the contrasts.

I really wish with all the technological advancements that they would find a better less invasive way to “scan” things, and determine “whats going on” …. I suppose this IS a less invasive way, but its still a bit more invasive than it feels like it “could” be….

P watched the new apple video – where they introduce the new tech that apple is hanging their business model on. We only watched half an hour, and I have to say they are actually really working on racial diversity. While they have always been a company that touted this, their presentations showed a different side – a old white man network side. This one, just like the one a month or so back – showed a different side. It showed tremendous sex/race diversity. The information and the way it was presented also showed this – in the idea font being more than just “get on a stage and show off my tush, while everyone watches a video” …. which has been the norm in the past. This presentation was far more engaging, and seemed like you were personally involved with the technology.

Thankfully they cancelled the debates preferring a hatfield vs mccoy method that I was also able to avoid – having no network tv. Sometimes, its nice to remain blissfully ignorant – particularly when you know no good will come of knowledge. There is an expression which I have always embraced which is the antithesis of this concept “Knowledge is power” — but there is also a time, when power isn’t important. Power – while in a sense it turns on the lights, it doesn’t “actually” “turn” “on” “the” “lights” – there is no “action” in power, its a state of being – a construct – and it really isn’t power; its a false sense of attainment to something that is imaginary.

Love is power, and I’m certain there was no love in these futile attempts to panhandle opinions. I think Love Lost is one of the more sad things right now. Losing opportunities to share, and increase love. Its like missing that chance to hug- never know if it could be the last one.

There is so little we know… power grabs we do, and they are just — well when you watched the bully on the playground when you were little, you either walked away, you stood up to them, you went and got the teacher…. you did something, maybe you got bullied. It was still a bully, and it’s easy to recognize as an adult. Doesn’t make it any more valuable today, than it did them. Just forty more years sad. Sad they are missing out on the true value in love.

That song “all you need is love” – is frighteningly the truth. While I recognize you can’t actually “eat” love…. there is so so much food waste, that technically, if everyone was practicing the concept of “all you need is love” – you would be eating in abundance, from love.

Personally, I’ve been focusing on healing. The combination of Love and Gratitude.

I am grateful for all the blessings, and helpful people in my life. I’m surrounded by love, and I’m grateful for that, it has been allowing me to elevate my healing, and that for that, I’m very grateful.

There is a juice place – Juiceland. That makes amazing fresh veggie and fruit juice. They used to have one close, but the one we are using now is pretty far away.

There celery juice is amazing. Their “I dream of Greenie” is just fantastic, and they have this shot – with Ginger, Turmeric, Lemon juice that is both super potent, and just “Pow” to your immune system.

They are not cheap, but everytime I get it, my body bows its head, and folds its arms, and says “thank you” with all the gratitude of the universe.

Its very very hard NOT to want to have this feeling all the time. When you know something so powerful is so good for you – NOT getting it is…. well it feels like being a custodian of your palace and not picking “the best” wallpaper, or the “best” floor…. Yes, yes contractor we will go with the “cheap crap” it won’t be as pretty or as good, but it will be cheap.

P has taken to calling this place “Israel” because even in the most direct route, its significantly further away than any of my other appts and not close. Apparently the one that used to be closer; and somewhat on the way to/from many appts; closed – the manager of that location is now the manager of this location – so the quality and happy employees seeps through the entire experience.

P will ask me, “Do you need to go to Israel?” – and in my head now, I’ve started calling this juice place “Israel” – I am not a jew. While it is something I completely revere. While it is something I can think of no higher respect than to honor it by marking my journey to the healthiest most incredible place here in town that I can frequent – with this title…. I can also see why its potentially irreverent.

The bane of seeing things from both sides.

We were talking today – about the fact that there are NO drive thru Indian restaurants. How this is 100% a missed market. How I told P that what we need is to find an Indian family that is able to cook incredible things, and willing/wanting to open a restaurant … and be silent partners.

I can visualize this incredible place, with NO indoor seating. Outdoor pavilions/pagodas that could be decorated for each holiday…. but could be hosed off for cleaning, to ensure its safe and clean. With a drive thru, to enable delivery…. maybe a walk up window, but maybe not. Maybe just a drive thru for order/pick up.

When we were talking about this, I said one of the most racist things I’ve ever come to say…. realizing it as soon as it slipped out of my head/mouth. The Indian restaurants that are “the best” are only staffed with Indian people. When an Indian restaurant goes bad or down hill – is when they staff or higher white people. I don’t know why this is the case, and I can see that it’s probably “not” that they are intentionally “not” hiring white people…. more that they have enough family or relatives in need of safe work to staff.

So I think, maybe with my recognition of my flaws of racism, I’m not cut out in this day and age to open this restaurant – but I certainly do wish there were a drive thru indian restaurant … and I wish Juiceland were closer.

There is a song… “walk the dinosaur” — with wonderful lyrics like: “Boom boom acka-lacka lacka boom” — its one of those songs, that can’t help but make you happy.

It also talks about the dinosaurs and while its kinda easy to acknowledge they are extinct, it’s also kinda a cautionary tale.

Thought occured to me, which will seem a little spiderweb ish but is gonna go back to this tale…. This time, this day and age…. this virus… its one of the most social impactful things for tying together the “alike” ness of humanity. While there have been times in history as P so cleverly pointed out to me, in the past where “things” forced a societal shift in “this is good” or “this is bad” … they were not as global as this one is…..

Instantaneous communication allows for instantaneous shifts. Its like humanity as a whole has developed this incredible superpower. The ability to instantly – or with in a very short period of time – change an entire “thing” …

Oh the possibilities of this….

In this particular case, its about survival, so adoption is pretty much kinda a no brainer, and its easy to ostracize those that “don’t” comply…. not certain whether this is actually a good or bad thing… but it is definitely “a thing” — and the power for good or bad is clearly self evident.

The possibilities of this, for climate change, or for social integration of deltas in lifestyle or perspective… is so so inspiring. Knowing that this tool is out there, is both incredible frightening and incredible liberating. There is the possibility of change.

The thought was put before me that this virus … is Mother Natures way of culling the herd of humanity. Its a way of reducing the excess population. I don’t know if I support this concept wholly… but it is an interesting thought. Also makes me ponder if Virus’s/Bacteria are actually a superior species than humanity…. Much like a predator is generally considered as a superior species — or maybe superior isn’t correct, but higher in the food chain. We are effectively food for this virus.

When we congregate, and make it easier for the virus to spread, we are effectively providing them with a smorgus borg of humanity to enjoy. Dunno why my head has gone to this space, but its part of recognizing that all life – even annoying virus’s is a precious thing. … I will just continue to pray that it leaves my friends, family, and all of the loved ones of my loved ones alone.

I wonder what the planet would look like with extinction of humanity. Or in another random thought – what did it look like when the dinosaurs were the head honchos on this world…. I wonder if they considered what it would be like without them thriving. Humanity is strong and resourceful… I don’t think the extinction events that killed the dinosaurs would actually whip us off the planet… I’m not precisely certain what would, but while we are here, perhaps being better stewards is a thing.

Or atleast more singing and dancing…. “Boom boom acka-lacka lacka boom”