Yeah, it's been a while in the blog-posting department and while no one other than me may care, I am not one for loose ends, so a bit of catching up is in order.
This is an "interesting" time for me, and, I think, others. Note that I used the word "interesting" and not "good", although there is plenty of good to go around. But before anything else, I'm going to deal with the crappy stuff first.
As a country we are lost, but there are signs of hope. Now I understand that many of us can and do differ when it comes to issues of politics and such, but there is a kind of line in the sand that separates mere differences of opinion about policy and basic, functioning human decency. The current president is not a decent human being, by any functional definition, and his leadership of this country screams of the worst of our collective instincts and history. Don't take my word for it; see HERE, HERE, and HERE. Just to pick three. I would be lying if I said that I could pass off the daily insanity of Washington DC as being just background noise in my life, but I can't. It impacts us all, and not in a good way. Instead, I'll just say that, like many, I just try to deal with it, knowing that nothing lasts forever.
Also in the "less than ideal" department, I will note that my professional life has its share of ups and downs. I try to be...and to do...good, and I think I make a positive impact on those I work with most days. Or so they tell me. But on many occasions I am doing it in an environment that is not always well suited to who I am. That's not a criticism of who I work with, both directly above and around, but more so an acknowledgement that my personal values aren't always in sync with my working world. I know, "circumspect much?" as I try to thread the needle here. In the end, I try to balance who I am with what I do to earn a living. See above though..."knowing that nothing lasts forever".
One recent and noteworthy event, at least for me, was the first of a now-annual mammogram (or, as I told Ms. Rivers, a "Mannogram"). This comes courtesy of genetic testing and a resulting BRCA2 mutation. In a more perfect universe I would have a cool genetic mutation, like tail that could pick things up from the floor, but alas, I did not get to vote on the issue. The actual experience for me was fine/uneventful, but I can appreciate how that's not necessarily true for women. What helped was the wonderful technician at Geisinger Mt. Pleasant, who told me she typically has a about 1 male patient a week. I will also note that I have two other related health screenings scheduled for later this year.
On a final note, I am writing this from a hotel near the Philadelphia International Airport. I am not supposed to be here, by the way. Ms. Rivers and I are supposed to be on a cruise ship at this very moment on the St. Lawrence River, leaving Montreal and heading to Quebec City. Two flight cancellations for today later, and we are going to meet our ship in Quebec City tomorrow. This will be a flight west to Chicago to then go east to get into Quebec City, hopefully in time to meet the ship at port. It has been a bumpy ride so far, and we haven't yet gotten onto a plane. However we are nothing if not resilient, and Ms. Rivers (and I) have some traveling skills, so we are going to make an honest effort to catch up to our ship. Some good luck might be helpful too.
On that note...
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