After a beautiful trail run on Sunday afternoon, I stopped into the church parking lot to pluck my eyebrows. Yes, that sounds odd, but a parked car on a brightly lit day is the best place to remove those pesky little hairs. I pulled to the end of the parking lot, looking over the mountains, and noticed for the first time the Stations of the Cross there. It is really very lovely. I prayed there for a while, then got back in my car and realized I can find absolutely no tweezers, not at home either.
On Saturday night, I attended Mass at the church where I am a parishioner. At the end of one atrocious song complete with banging cymbals and drum rolls, three words popped out of my mouth – out loud. I said “cha-cha-cha.” And that was when I knew I must not go there anymore. Thankfully I know where to go.
I seem to be acting like a nutty old lady a lot lately. Thank God for my AA group, where they don’t find me nutty. They have known me a LONG time and they think I have made tremendous progress – because that’s the truth.
Yesterday I said something outrageous at work. Their mouths dropped. My boss’ face turned red. We are all professionals, highly qualified, and with master’s degrees to boot. But part of our “other duties as assigned” is making coffee for the meeting every week where we are supposed to be seen as topic experts (the topic isn’t coffee). I have told my boss from the get-go that I will do it, but I find it degrading. I also help my co-workers when it is their turn, because I can offer that up.
Yesterday I told them all that they are so young they couldn’t possibly understand what a woman my age had gone through to obtain them the rights they take for granted. Then I told them that for me being asked to make coffee is like a black man being asked to shine shoes on the way to the meeting, and then sitting at the table as the “expert.”
Yes, this is a lesson for everyone in how NOT to get along with people. The amazing thing is that they still love me. But I know I am skating on thin ice.
Not feeling particularly well these last few days. I feel like I am coming down with some dread cold or cough. I hope I can fight it…. but we shall see.
I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth. — Psalm 121:1-2