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Union person is going to look into the home visits thing, plus the D&I person told me to circle back if I couldn't get it sorted, so I feel not entirely alone.
There are other parts of the office I could move to, I don't entirely have to switch jobs, though I could.
That anesthesiologist was pretty great.
I'm doing some interesting thinking on helplessness vs autonomy and control and am perhaps on the way to rebalancing there.
I made it in to the office today, I wasn't sure if I was going to this morning.
I'm thinking about things in relationship and meaning terms again, I had been veering to the received absolute so prevalent in my bit of society for a bit. Things like, driving in to work I saw a woman smoking in the shade of some trees and thought "she looks like she's enjoying herself, like she's experiencing pleasure from that" rather than "eww, smoking" which is more appropriate since she was experiencing it and I was not.
Goose confit from the freezer. It's close to a perfect food.
Cabbage sauteed in niter kibbeh, while we're on food, especially when the niter kibbeh was made by Josh and mailed up to me.
The anticipation of a hydroponics project to look into.
Netpots that fit into the top of mason jars.
Lettuces in the garden just waiting for me.
Usask sour cherries first real harvest, only about a cup a plant this year but it was only a couple cherries last year. This is what I had wanted, to be here long enough for the things I planted to bear fruit, and here we are.
Extra expired milk from the grocery store, and a friend who dropped some off for the pigs.
My ring. I had to take it off for the hospital and my hand looks incorrect without it. It helps me feel focused, committed to myself, and whole with the legitimacy it lends to my love with the land.
Keeping a bin under my desk at work so I can sit with my legs out straight in front of me, even though it's technically not allowed.
My blue linen shirts. I feel pretty in them.
This length for my hair is pretty great: long enough that I never have to worry about it because it's just up and back.
There are other parts of the office I could move to, I don't entirely have to switch jobs, though I could.
That anesthesiologist was pretty great.
I'm doing some interesting thinking on helplessness vs autonomy and control and am perhaps on the way to rebalancing there.
I made it in to the office today, I wasn't sure if I was going to this morning.
I'm thinking about things in relationship and meaning terms again, I had been veering to the received absolute so prevalent in my bit of society for a bit. Things like, driving in to work I saw a woman smoking in the shade of some trees and thought "she looks like she's enjoying herself, like she's experiencing pleasure from that" rather than "eww, smoking" which is more appropriate since she was experiencing it and I was not.
Goose confit from the freezer. It's close to a perfect food.
Cabbage sauteed in niter kibbeh, while we're on food, especially when the niter kibbeh was made by Josh and mailed up to me.
The anticipation of a hydroponics project to look into.
Netpots that fit into the top of mason jars.
Lettuces in the garden just waiting for me.
Usask sour cherries first real harvest, only about a cup a plant this year but it was only a couple cherries last year. This is what I had wanted, to be here long enough for the things I planted to bear fruit, and here we are.
Extra expired milk from the grocery store, and a friend who dropped some off for the pigs.
My ring. I had to take it off for the hospital and my hand looks incorrect without it. It helps me feel focused, committed to myself, and whole with the legitimacy it lends to my love with the land.
Keeping a bin under my desk at work so I can sit with my legs out straight in front of me, even though it's technically not allowed.
My blue linen shirts. I feel pretty in them.
This length for my hair is pretty great: long enough that I never have to worry about it because it's just up and back.