Year 2 - Day 102...Sunday Scaries..
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shadowkatNot feeling great today - I'm thinking it's the unsettled weather coming in. I'm like a human weather vane.
Also, very warm with high humidity.
Talked to mother - who makes me weep. She's in excruciating pain most of the time, and my father was depressed today...wondering why they had to be separated. And I can't see them or help them. My mother told me that she watched the live-streaming of a Mass (she's Catholic) online, and asked God, to please not forsake her.
She's still not healed from her surgery on the hip. Where they put in the steel rods to hold the bone together and help it heal. Nor has she heard back from the surgeon on her CT scan that was done a little over a week ago, or from the bone stimulator folks. Her doctor's a surgeon. And we're guessing he found nothing new. Last night - her arm hurt so badly it woke her up. We don't know why.
I fear I'm slowly losing my parents - and once they are gone there will be no one. Just an empty space. The prospect fills me with an indescribable despair. It's kind of like looking into an empty void or dark tunnel with no light at the end, and knowing you have to enter it at some point.
***
Broadway is opening up again - with Bruce Springsteen Concert. There were protestors upset for being kept out because they'd not gotten vaccinated. Only the vaccinated can see it. [I'm going to wait until 2022 to do this. I do not care what they say. I'll go to a movie or outdoor plays...but not indoor plays, not yet. Also, I don't love Bruce Springsteen that much. The one's I'd be willing to pay and brave a pandemic for are alas, mostly dead.]
Also the Pride Parade happened. There were two - one that is the traditional one with social distancing and virtual participation along fifth avenue, the other the non-traditional one in Bryant Park - held by those who claim the other one has been co-opted by Corporations. They had this huge festival in the lower East Side, with tons of people mingling about. [It should be noted from what I saw on NY1 - the people were all under the age of 35.] No one had masks on. They are acting as if the pandemic is over...I don't know about anyone else? But I don't think it is over. There's variants bopping about.
Outside of a brief walk to the grocery store to pick up greens, radishes, onions, blue corn chips, eggs, nuts, yogurt and chocolate - I stayed indoors. It was 87 degrees with 85% humidity - so felt like 90 something, and just that short walk left me dripping wet. Felt like walking through a steam bath - and I could barely breath, so took the mask off outdoors - which was fine, not a lot of folks on the sidewalks in my area.
Came home and took a shower.
Worried about what to wear - when I have to go back to work - because, alas, I'm not jumping in and out of air conditioned cars. I'm walking ten minutes to a subway, waiting for it in the heat, then at the other end, walking ten minutes to the train, waiting for it in the heat, and then walking another five minutes in the heat to the office. That's enough to get dripping wet.
So, bought some skirts online, and some light tops. With any luck this will help. Yes, menopause may result in me - of all people - wearing long flowing skirts again. I've not worn a skirt in 16 years.
**
Started watching the French series Lupin via Netflix. I'm watching it in French with English Subtitles. Mainly because the dubbing is atrocious. It's not quite as fun as I'd hoped. Also it drags in places. But I am invested - so will continue. Also the star is charismatic and compelling. But the plot is a bit on the annoying side.
Discovery of Witches has returned to AMC and BBC America, so I'm recording it again. Mother called to inform me - I'd forgotten to tell her.
She has a crush on the lead vampire. I like him too - but I don't have a crush on him. My tastes in male leads have changed a bit over time. I like my boys with a bit more meat on their bones, and facial hair. The skinny hairless ones remind me too much of male family members.
Although an actor can pull me in and make me love him.
***
Began working on new fantasy novel - Darkholm again, I've kind of figured out where I'm going with it now, and why I want to write it. Or the generalized thematic arc. Knowing that - makes it easier to thread the plot and characters through the proverbial needle into words.
It's hard to write it though on weekends - because I'm trying to write for work too. This writing - what I'm doing in my journal - isn't that same. I just write down my thoughts. It uses a different part of my brain, if that makes sense? Probably not, but there it is.
***
Continued to hunt down Kathleen Turner interviews out of curiosity. She wrote a book - "On Acting" apparently, and did a Larry King interview - which was better than expected. During it - she told King about her most interesting fan interaction. A fifteen year old woman had sent her a letter with two polariod photos - that Turner could barely make out, so curious, she read the letter. Then she looked up the return address and hunted the phone number of the fan. And called her. The fan had written in the letter that she and her friends had skipped school to get tattoos of their heroes. And her hero was Kathleen Turner. Turner called her up and said: "This is Kathleen Turner, and I got your letter - and I wanted to tell you that what you did was really dumb. I'm going to give you a list of books and sonnets to read - and I want to read and write reports on each one, and send them to me." Apparently the girl got really excited about this - and complied. Then a year later, she'd graduated from high school and was applying to Community Colleges.
Turner stated the point of her book was to encourage people to take risks in life. That if you don't try something, you never know. I found myself pondering this. Have I taken enough or any risks? At first, I thought I hadn't but then I really thought about it - and realized I had. Granted it's often in the eye of the beholder.
My risks?
1. Law School - I was not a great student, tested horribly, lecture mode doesn't work for me, and I hate public speaking or debate. But I did it. I remember taking Advanced Litigation - and one of my classmates telling me that she admired my guts, since it obviously didn't come easily. For one thing my hands shook uncontrollably. I had to find various ways to hide it.
2. Going to Wales to collect folk tales when I was 21, by myself.
3. Moving to NYC without a job, and only person I knew - Wales. And then renting my own apartment with limited savings, before I got a job. Taking a job in the Bronx.
4. Traveling by myself to Turkey for a sailing trip, not knowing a soul. Actually traveling to Istanbul and meeting Wales there - not knowing if she'd show up or not at the B&B that I'd arranged.
5. Traveling to France by myself with a bunch of people I didn't know to stay with a French family that I knew nothing about, when I was 16.
6. All those online dates, and blind dates...that didn't pan out.
7. Non-traditionally (self-publishing) my book - and letting two book clubs read and discuss it. Attending one of them. Even joining it - it didn't work, but I tried.
8. Switching careers to contract negotiation/management/administration from rights and permissions, also jumping industries five different times.
9. Helping to produce and act in a production of the Vagina Monologues at my Church.
10. Co-writing a play with a group of folks as a psychological drama experiment.
11. Visiting a friend I didn't know very well in Martha's Vineyard, twice, along with staying with people I didn't know at all. Also visiting cousins I didn't know that well in Seattle, and barely spent time with.
12. Taking a trip in the back of a small pick-up truck from Colorado Springs to San Francisco and back over spring break, with a boyfriend, who I'd only been seriously dating for two months.
13. Entering Leavenworth Penitentiary to counsel clients. Doing a parole hearing during a prison lockdown, and during a thunderstorm. Teaching a class at said prison.
14. Taking a trip to Costa Rica with a group of people, by myself, not knowing anyone, or the group, or the language. Going zip lining and white water rafting while there.
15. Performing in a musical in college, when I can't sing or dance.
16. Performing poetry that I wrote in coffee houses in college in front of over a thousand people. MC'ing an open mic night at the student coffee shop.
17. Performing in plays from the age of 12 to the age of 21.
18. Reaching out to folks online to meetup with in person, some of which rejected me, some which didn't.
And I'm sure there's more which I've forgotten or don't consider a big deal.
Risk often results in rejection and failure. It's often painful. It hurts.
And it is always hard. Often harder to do after the rejection or the failure, easier without it. I have more admiration for those who get rejected and fail, but keep on trucking and trying, then those who always succeed.
Kathleen Turner - I've more admiration for than say Meryl Streep, Turner's life has been harder. She's had less support, less validation, less acknowledgement - but she teaches people, and she's found her own way.
It's easy to succeed, it's hard to fail. It's easy to take the path without the stones, well paved, with lovely flowers and waterfalls, and so much harder to take the rugged stony one that goes up a cliff and you fear falling and almost do, most of the time.
They say the Universe doesn't give us more than we can bear, but sometimes I wonder...if that's true?
I don't know what it is about Sundays...but I'm always just a tad maudlin and despairing in the midst of them. Plagued I suppose with my own version of the Sunday Scaries. I used to have nightmares, still do, about going to work or somewhere, and realizing I'd forgotten my shoes. Or my pants. Or something of major importance. It's this fear that I'm missing something, forgetting something that often plagues me. That I'll screw up. And this time there won't be a net to catch me - granted forgetting one's shoes is hardly the same as flying about without a net. But...I still have that stomach churning feeling going into each week, that I'll screw up somehow.
I screwed up last week - I took a risk, I tried to help. It didn't work.
I wish sometimes I had a water gun that sprayed red dyed water, and I could squirt it in the face of all those who rejected me or failed me or smacked me down. It would be a permanent dye that wouldn't come out, leaving a mark. Marking them for life. But alas, they are the ones wielding these squirt guns, albeit invisible. And each time, I'm sprayed, the Sunday Scaries become that much harder to push aside and endure, as a week of human obstacles both small and large, and some with teeth lies inevitably ahead.
The world I think would be easier sometimes if there were less scary people inside of it.
**
On that note, here's some flowers..
Also, very warm with high humidity.
Talked to mother - who makes me weep. She's in excruciating pain most of the time, and my father was depressed today...wondering why they had to be separated. And I can't see them or help them. My mother told me that she watched the live-streaming of a Mass (she's Catholic) online, and asked God, to please not forsake her.
She's still not healed from her surgery on the hip. Where they put in the steel rods to hold the bone together and help it heal. Nor has she heard back from the surgeon on her CT scan that was done a little over a week ago, or from the bone stimulator folks. Her doctor's a surgeon. And we're guessing he found nothing new. Last night - her arm hurt so badly it woke her up. We don't know why.
I fear I'm slowly losing my parents - and once they are gone there will be no one. Just an empty space. The prospect fills me with an indescribable despair. It's kind of like looking into an empty void or dark tunnel with no light at the end, and knowing you have to enter it at some point.
***
Broadway is opening up again - with Bruce Springsteen Concert. There were protestors upset for being kept out because they'd not gotten vaccinated. Only the vaccinated can see it. [I'm going to wait until 2022 to do this. I do not care what they say. I'll go to a movie or outdoor plays...but not indoor plays, not yet. Also, I don't love Bruce Springsteen that much. The one's I'd be willing to pay and brave a pandemic for are alas, mostly dead.]
Also the Pride Parade happened. There were two - one that is the traditional one with social distancing and virtual participation along fifth avenue, the other the non-traditional one in Bryant Park - held by those who claim the other one has been co-opted by Corporations. They had this huge festival in the lower East Side, with tons of people mingling about. [It should be noted from what I saw on NY1 - the people were all under the age of 35.] No one had masks on. They are acting as if the pandemic is over...I don't know about anyone else? But I don't think it is over. There's variants bopping about.
Outside of a brief walk to the grocery store to pick up greens, radishes, onions, blue corn chips, eggs, nuts, yogurt and chocolate - I stayed indoors. It was 87 degrees with 85% humidity - so felt like 90 something, and just that short walk left me dripping wet. Felt like walking through a steam bath - and I could barely breath, so took the mask off outdoors - which was fine, not a lot of folks on the sidewalks in my area.
Came home and took a shower.
Worried about what to wear - when I have to go back to work - because, alas, I'm not jumping in and out of air conditioned cars. I'm walking ten minutes to a subway, waiting for it in the heat, then at the other end, walking ten minutes to the train, waiting for it in the heat, and then walking another five minutes in the heat to the office. That's enough to get dripping wet.
So, bought some skirts online, and some light tops. With any luck this will help. Yes, menopause may result in me - of all people - wearing long flowing skirts again. I've not worn a skirt in 16 years.
**
Started watching the French series Lupin via Netflix. I'm watching it in French with English Subtitles. Mainly because the dubbing is atrocious. It's not quite as fun as I'd hoped. Also it drags in places. But I am invested - so will continue. Also the star is charismatic and compelling. But the plot is a bit on the annoying side.
Discovery of Witches has returned to AMC and BBC America, so I'm recording it again. Mother called to inform me - I'd forgotten to tell her.
She has a crush on the lead vampire. I like him too - but I don't have a crush on him. My tastes in male leads have changed a bit over time. I like my boys with a bit more meat on their bones, and facial hair. The skinny hairless ones remind me too much of male family members.
Although an actor can pull me in and make me love him.
***
Began working on new fantasy novel - Darkholm again, I've kind of figured out where I'm going with it now, and why I want to write it. Or the generalized thematic arc. Knowing that - makes it easier to thread the plot and characters through the proverbial needle into words.
It's hard to write it though on weekends - because I'm trying to write for work too. This writing - what I'm doing in my journal - isn't that same. I just write down my thoughts. It uses a different part of my brain, if that makes sense? Probably not, but there it is.
***
Continued to hunt down Kathleen Turner interviews out of curiosity. She wrote a book - "On Acting" apparently, and did a Larry King interview - which was better than expected. During it - she told King about her most interesting fan interaction. A fifteen year old woman had sent her a letter with two polariod photos - that Turner could barely make out, so curious, she read the letter. Then she looked up the return address and hunted the phone number of the fan. And called her. The fan had written in the letter that she and her friends had skipped school to get tattoos of their heroes. And her hero was Kathleen Turner. Turner called her up and said: "This is Kathleen Turner, and I got your letter - and I wanted to tell you that what you did was really dumb. I'm going to give you a list of books and sonnets to read - and I want to read and write reports on each one, and send them to me." Apparently the girl got really excited about this - and complied. Then a year later, she'd graduated from high school and was applying to Community Colleges.
Turner stated the point of her book was to encourage people to take risks in life. That if you don't try something, you never know. I found myself pondering this. Have I taken enough or any risks? At first, I thought I hadn't but then I really thought about it - and realized I had. Granted it's often in the eye of the beholder.
My risks?
1. Law School - I was not a great student, tested horribly, lecture mode doesn't work for me, and I hate public speaking or debate. But I did it. I remember taking Advanced Litigation - and one of my classmates telling me that she admired my guts, since it obviously didn't come easily. For one thing my hands shook uncontrollably. I had to find various ways to hide it.
2. Going to Wales to collect folk tales when I was 21, by myself.
3. Moving to NYC without a job, and only person I knew - Wales. And then renting my own apartment with limited savings, before I got a job. Taking a job in the Bronx.
4. Traveling by myself to Turkey for a sailing trip, not knowing a soul. Actually traveling to Istanbul and meeting Wales there - not knowing if she'd show up or not at the B&B that I'd arranged.
5. Traveling to France by myself with a bunch of people I didn't know to stay with a French family that I knew nothing about, when I was 16.
6. All those online dates, and blind dates...that didn't pan out.
7. Non-traditionally (self-publishing) my book - and letting two book clubs read and discuss it. Attending one of them. Even joining it - it didn't work, but I tried.
8. Switching careers to contract negotiation/management/administration from rights and permissions, also jumping industries five different times.
9. Helping to produce and act in a production of the Vagina Monologues at my Church.
10. Co-writing a play with a group of folks as a psychological drama experiment.
11. Visiting a friend I didn't know very well in Martha's Vineyard, twice, along with staying with people I didn't know at all. Also visiting cousins I didn't know that well in Seattle, and barely spent time with.
12. Taking a trip in the back of a small pick-up truck from Colorado Springs to San Francisco and back over spring break, with a boyfriend, who I'd only been seriously dating for two months.
13. Entering Leavenworth Penitentiary to counsel clients. Doing a parole hearing during a prison lockdown, and during a thunderstorm. Teaching a class at said prison.
14. Taking a trip to Costa Rica with a group of people, by myself, not knowing anyone, or the group, or the language. Going zip lining and white water rafting while there.
15. Performing in a musical in college, when I can't sing or dance.
16. Performing poetry that I wrote in coffee houses in college in front of over a thousand people. MC'ing an open mic night at the student coffee shop.
17. Performing in plays from the age of 12 to the age of 21.
18. Reaching out to folks online to meetup with in person, some of which rejected me, some which didn't.
And I'm sure there's more which I've forgotten or don't consider a big deal.
Risk often results in rejection and failure. It's often painful. It hurts.
And it is always hard. Often harder to do after the rejection or the failure, easier without it. I have more admiration for those who get rejected and fail, but keep on trucking and trying, then those who always succeed.
Kathleen Turner - I've more admiration for than say Meryl Streep, Turner's life has been harder. She's had less support, less validation, less acknowledgement - but she teaches people, and she's found her own way.
It's easy to succeed, it's hard to fail. It's easy to take the path without the stones, well paved, with lovely flowers and waterfalls, and so much harder to take the rugged stony one that goes up a cliff and you fear falling and almost do, most of the time.
They say the Universe doesn't give us more than we can bear, but sometimes I wonder...if that's true?
I don't know what it is about Sundays...but I'm always just a tad maudlin and despairing in the midst of them. Plagued I suppose with my own version of the Sunday Scaries. I used to have nightmares, still do, about going to work or somewhere, and realizing I'd forgotten my shoes. Or my pants. Or something of major importance. It's this fear that I'm missing something, forgetting something that often plagues me. That I'll screw up. And this time there won't be a net to catch me - granted forgetting one's shoes is hardly the same as flying about without a net. But...I still have that stomach churning feeling going into each week, that I'll screw up somehow.
I screwed up last week - I took a risk, I tried to help. It didn't work.
I wish sometimes I had a water gun that sprayed red dyed water, and I could squirt it in the face of all those who rejected me or failed me or smacked me down. It would be a permanent dye that wouldn't come out, leaving a mark. Marking them for life. But alas, they are the ones wielding these squirt guns, albeit invisible. And each time, I'm sprayed, the Sunday Scaries become that much harder to push aside and endure, as a week of human obstacles both small and large, and some with teeth lies inevitably ahead.
The world I think would be easier sometimes if there were less scary people inside of it.
**
On that note, here's some flowers..
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Date: 2021-06-28 02:52 am (UTC)I don't suppose there's a convenient way you can arrive at work then take a shower? I have showers available in a work locker room: dingy but sufficient.
I enjoyed Lupin (so far) more than I didn't, it was often entertaining. French audio made more sense for me too: I have some facility in it and I rely on closed captioning more than audio anyway in following even English-language television. (Avoiding spoilers,) In some parts the show relies too much on luck but I think enough else is clever to make it worthwhile overall, plus I love central Paris so that's nice to see.
NPR notes the twist on the original, which I thought interesting commentary.
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Date: 2021-06-28 12:11 pm (UTC)No, we don't have locker rooms or showers - those are in the buildings that have train crews, and people working in the field - which are miles and miles away. We don't have a gym either.
Those who exercise profusely at lunch, change clothes in the bathroom, and just let themselves be sweaty.
My difficulty with Lupin - is only that I want the bad guy to get it a lot faster. I'm frustrated for the characters. LOL! It does have two seasons up now, at least. So ten episodes.
French audio made more sense for me too: I have some facility in it and I rely on closed captioning more than audio anyway in following even English-language television.
Same. I was using the close-captioning function half the time anyhow, because NETFLIX is ridiculously difficult to hear.
NPR notes the twist on the original, "Black people are so often invisible to the white majority," which I thought interesting commentary.
I picked up on that too. Ie: From a "white" perspective - all black people look alike. In fact when they were trying to come up with a photo composite of what he looked like - the comment was made - "that they all looked alike". He can easily fade into the back ground, and they don't think he's intelligent. [Very good commentary on that and on racism, without being preachy or over-emphasizing it. Subtle commentaries are best.]
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Date: 2021-06-28 01:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-06-28 06:11 am (UTC)With a list like that, and you're wondering if you've taken enough risks in your life?? I'm amazed you're still alive!
But then, that's coming from the perspective of someone who, with the very, very rarest of exceptions, when he decides to take a risk, even a fairly minor one, something always goes wrong, no matter how carefully I plan. That's why I no longer travel anywhere farther than the Maryland shore, and even that puts me on edge. (Haven't been there since I started working for myself, sadly one of the non-perks of being self-employed).
What was the last big risk I took? I believe that would be the trip to NY for the ATPo board meet there. What went wrong? To start, as I was leaving my house, I made it less than a mile before I realized that the rubber boot around the (floor-mounted) gearshift had torn. It was fine literally the last time I drove the car. Why was that a problem? Because the exhaust system ran right under it, and now on a 90+ degree day there is hot air-- very hot-- blowing into the cabin, and my car at the time did not have air conditioning. After a few more miles, I can't take it, and stop, take some water from one of the bottles I brought along, and wrapped a soaked cloth around the boot. That worked reasonably for about the first few hours, but then I had to repeat the process another two times as the water gradually evaporated.
Finally I get to NY, and while I was expecting heavy traffic, after awhile as I ventured further into the metro areas I started to become genuinely frightened. Those folk tales of deranged New York drivers? Apparently true. Keep in mind, I'm a very good driver, and I have driven multiple times in larger cities such as Harrisburg, Philadelphia, Baltimore, D.C. This was much different.
The one thing working for me is that I'm not a quitter, and I really wanted to meet some of the folks I'd met online in person, so I toughed it out, arrived frazzled but intact, and had a very good time while I was there with everyone. And, the trip back was better, although of course tiring due to the miles involved. (The only longer trip I've ever taken was to Kentucky to visit a good friend who moved there after college to take a job teaching. That one was not too fun also, but again, at least I had a good time once I got where I was going. (Also, I was only in my late 20's then.)
I have had friends when I was younger who have traveled extensively like yourself, and they always seem to have a grand old time. I apparently don't have the gene, just like I don't have the gene for being a musician, although I would have desperately loved to be one.
Being mostly a homebody works for me, fortunately. I would like to visit the shore at least one more time before I shuffle off, we shall see.
Anywho, in closing, I would just like to say-- Holy Moly, 'kat!! You are one brave and adventurous soul, methinks!
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Date: 2021-06-28 12:03 pm (UTC)For my family hopping on a plane and going somewhere isn't a big deal. My father was a road-warrior - business short hand for someone who travels a lot for a living. He'd have a meeting in Chicago in the morning and a meeting in Detroit in the afternoon, and he lived in Kansas City.
But it does bring up a good point - what seems like a huge risk to one person isn't to another.
For some, driving daily is a routine gig - for me, it's anxiety inducing - although I did do it for about eight years or thereabouts. Owned my own car and everything. But it scared me.
Those folk tales of deranged New York drivers? Apparently true. Keep in mind, I'm a very good driver, and I have driven multiple times in larger cities such as Harrisburg, Philadelphia, Baltimore, D.C. This was much different.
NYC is insane to drive in. Partly because you can go twenty years without ever getting behind the wheel of a car - and still have your driver's license renewed. When I came here from Kansas, they gave me a driver's license based on that license, without making me take a driver's test. I've been able to renew it since, no tests taken, no questions asked. Think about that for a minute. The only test they make you take is an eye exam. Other states aren't like that. I get why they do it that way - it's a city with 12 million people - it takes forever as it is to get it renewed and they are understaffed - and prefer to send by mail. But safe drivers are not a result.
Car insurance is more expensive here - I'm guessing or it should be.
I will not drive in NY, and hence the reason I've not driven in 20 some years. I hear Boston is crazy too. People like to fight over which is worse. LA also is considered a horrible spot to drive in.
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Date: 2021-06-28 01:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-06-28 01:26 pm (UTC)I suppose the biggest one for me was purposely getting into teaching people nearly my age when I had terrible stage fright my whole life up to that point. Speech classes had been torture. I had an instructor in college who wanted me to try out for the lead in a play the university was putting on, because I'd know more about the real person it was based on than anyone in drama school. I couldn't bear the thought of trying out, let alone acting! Starting teaching in grad school, I thought I was doing okay after a day or two, but in a practice-teaching class I was taking at the same time, my colleagues were telling me I was moving around too much. About a month later, we were video taped in practice-teaching class and OMG was I nervously moving around too much! My colleagues were telling me I was much better. I think they were just used to it. I purposely started sitting on the teacher's desk in the class I was teaching, and got up only to write on the board. I slowly got over my nerves.
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Date: 2021-06-28 01:47 pm (UTC)Litigation is like that too - you have to be able to think on your feet. And stay cool.
My difficulty with public speaking is my hands give me away. I can't stop shaking, and it gets worse if I am angry or nervous. And my right is worse than the left. I also have a tendency to say the wrong word without realizing it, and mispronouncing words. As a result of this - one of my professors in college strongly advised I not go the teacher route - that the kids would not be forgiving and make judgements. Same in law school - advised not to go the litigation route and was cited on the shaking hands. Actually people commented on the shaking hands throughout.
Site tours in my current job are easier - and over time, I shook less during them, since I'm not really the center of attention and it's short. Still get the stomach nerves though.
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Date: 2021-06-28 04:49 pm (UTC)I read the Discovery of Witches books and mean to try out the show - eventually. I don't have the specific streaming service at the moment (now that everything's broken apart and there are dozens of them) but figure I can migrate around and will get to it eventually. I've heard mixed reviews about the show - and hope season 2 winds up doing okay.
Congratulations on making some headway on your writing!
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Date: 2021-06-28 06:04 pm (UTC)Traveling alone has its pluses and minuses. I've not done it with others since...I can't remember the last time I went on a trip with people I knew. I've visited them, but not the same. Also I've flown in and meet up with a group and did it with them - which is by far the easiest. I like G Adventures - that was the Costa Rica Trip. It was reasonably priced, had a guide, and lots of free time. You could do activities with others or alone. And people could pick and choose their activities, or just take the day off to hang about by a pool - it we had one.
Sailing trip was kind of similar. I like group travel with strangers - meet interesting people, and it's less hard and lonely.
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Date: 2021-06-30 08:29 pm (UTC)I traveled to Costa Rico and Macchu Picchu with G Adventures - I do like their trips. I also like traveling somewhere and meeting people for a day or two (then doing my own thing).
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Date: 2021-06-30 10:00 pm (UTC)Which did you do for Machu Picchu? I did the Classic for Costa Rica. I like their trips as well - they are environmentally sustainable, set up to help the local culture and the people for the most part are like-minded and international travelers - I met people from Britain, Canada, Switzerland, and Germany on the trip, along with various Americans.
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Date: 2021-07-01 12:46 pm (UTC)There were only a couple Americans in my group. All us Americans were older than the others (I did this just before my 40th birthday and the other women were on a similar 40-birthday-bash sort of trip), the Europeans were on a gap year or something? IDK, they were young - early 20's. It was fun though, I still keep in touch with a couple of them.
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Date: 2021-07-01 04:54 pm (UTC)I considered the Wellness prior to the pandemic, not sure still there - it may be.
I did the Classic for my 50th birthday. So I ran into people in their 40s, 20s, and 60s. No one was my age range. I fell smack in the middle. And most were couples.