What else does one need?

Tomorrow is official “Bosses Day,” and the above is my effort (on part of all of us) to recognize our principal. She’s a pretty damn good boss, and a nice lady too. With M as my purchasing consultant, I couldn’t go wrong.

Ed’s the only boss-type I (think I) know around here in the virtual lands. Hope you have a good day tomorrow, Ed!

Recovery continued this evening with relaxing in front of the news and big fat veggie calzone, made by me. Red pepper, spinach, artichoke hearts, broccoli, and the usual wheat crust, ricotta, mozz, and marinara. No pics as I was too busy eating, you’ll have to take my word on how good it was.

Also broke into this:

Those are slices of habenero in there, as they’ve been for the past month or more. It was hot. Really hot. I did not finish the XXL drink M made, as even the many injustices of the day didn’t make we want to get that drunk. Just sipped along and got a nice glow.

And of those injustices: a gut wrenching PBS story on the war in Somalia, a news story on the progress in cancer research (my dad died of colon cancer 15 years ago, a sudden onset when he was a very healthy 41), and a student confessing to me the myriad abuses of her life. On the rez, mom dead of heroine when she was 8, molested by cousins when she was seven, abandoned by dad, scars from cutting run the insides of both arms thick, precise and even from her wrists to her elbows, first initial inscribed into the outside web of her thumb, scar puffy from a cut at least a 1/4″ deep. And in the end I see that initial as a sign of hope. How does one girl, living in one of the most depressed places on this earth, come through it all with a sense of self and a clear (albiet deeply, deeply buried) understanding of her own agency? My life has been easy, my struggles small and inadequate by comparison.

But that’s why I get up in the morning. To go sit amongst a version of life, and in the process follow my own pieces to a place of understanding. The last paragraph (this one) has been the hardest to write lately, but there is always tomorrow, too.