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Nov. 12th, 2014 02:59 pmYesterday I went with Mr. Jenner to the hospital so he could be seen by a specialist for his eye. They found a spot not too long ago when he was getting his eyes checked for new glasses. It is likely nothing but one should check these things. So far so good.
While he was having his eyes probed, I was in the waiting room. Suddenly the radio came on over-head and it was 11 o'clock. Everyone stood as the clock rang (including an old man who didn't have the best balance.) and then there was silence for two minutes. I know that this day is significant (and I understand its meaning and background) but there isn't the same sort of universal emotion to it in the US. So to have people in this hospital waiting room participate was to witness a rather different custom. There is something fascinating about the English ritual of grief and the recollection in relation to mourning. It is very Victorian. But it makes sense when a nation was held captive by this PTSD and there wasn't the room to wallow in that grief. So here is this space where the ache and helplessness of pain is recognized.
Today is an accomplished Wednesday. The weather continues to be November-ish. Sunny, rainy, windy, aggravated, and hopeful. It was pouring when I took the kids to school. I came home and the sun returned, which allowed me to go and run. Like Cliff Mass says, "there is always a break." (solid advice given to me by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sallysimpleton when I was first figuring out how to continue running in the winter.) It was a well-used break. It was the second run where I haven't ended up wheezing. May the lung infection be on its way elsewhere. But I keep my inhaler with me when I run so as not to tempt the lung Gods. Just as I was reaching home, it began to sprinkle. Once I was indoors, it was pouring. Huzzah!
I did some more Christmas/birthday shopping. I picked up a package from the post office, bought stamps, and found a small present for a baby that should be born in the next day or so. My other sister in law had her waters broken today, and so something should be happening. Everyone is waiting. My Mother in law will be the one to receive texts from my middle brother in law, giving us updates. Collective Jenners are so excited that we may sicken everyone in the area.
THEN, I worked on some creative thing for awhile that had been hassling me, and I felt good about that. Finally I made brownies. Wednesday we are doing well together. Don't fuck it up.
While he was having his eyes probed, I was in the waiting room. Suddenly the radio came on over-head and it was 11 o'clock. Everyone stood as the clock rang (including an old man who didn't have the best balance.) and then there was silence for two minutes. I know that this day is significant (and I understand its meaning and background) but there isn't the same sort of universal emotion to it in the US. So to have people in this hospital waiting room participate was to witness a rather different custom. There is something fascinating about the English ritual of grief and the recollection in relation to mourning. It is very Victorian. But it makes sense when a nation was held captive by this PTSD and there wasn't the room to wallow in that grief. So here is this space where the ache and helplessness of pain is recognized.
Today is an accomplished Wednesday. The weather continues to be November-ish. Sunny, rainy, windy, aggravated, and hopeful. It was pouring when I took the kids to school. I came home and the sun returned, which allowed me to go and run. Like Cliff Mass says, "there is always a break." (solid advice given to me by
sallysimpleton when I was first figuring out how to continue running in the winter.) It was a well-used break. It was the second run where I haven't ended up wheezing. May the lung infection be on its way elsewhere. But I keep my inhaler with me when I run so as not to tempt the lung Gods. Just as I was reaching home, it began to sprinkle. Once I was indoors, it was pouring. Huzzah! I did some more Christmas/birthday shopping. I picked up a package from the post office, bought stamps, and found a small present for a baby that should be born in the next day or so. My other sister in law had her waters broken today, and so something should be happening. Everyone is waiting. My Mother in law will be the one to receive texts from my middle brother in law, giving us updates. Collective Jenners are so excited that we may sicken everyone in the area.
THEN, I worked on some creative thing for awhile that had been hassling me, and I felt good about that. Finally I made brownies. Wednesday we are doing well together. Don't fuck it up.
