The Monkey Chow Diaries chronicles the week of one man and his monkey chow. Video diary on youtube is also available.
Tomorrow brings game 7. I must admit that I have been a tad skeptical about those Oilers in previous games, but they appear to have gotten their act together. Here’s to bringing the Cup home!
It was about two weeks ago that we had our first encounter. My first impression was that he was rather shy, but soon he burst out of his shell abounding with energy. I now know that I captured his heart immediately — love at first sight! Tonight was meeting number two. I was told later that he had been quite excited about my forthcoming visit; frequently checking to see if I had yet arrived. Once there, he showed me all of his treasures, a few tumbling tricks and gazed adoringly from across the room. He was nearly moved to tears when I had to leave.
Although it would be fine for him to continue in his awestruck wonder, I’m a bit hesitant about pursuing things further. You see, although he is potty trained, Wiley is only 3. (His mother did mention that I should get married and have a daughter so the two of them could hook up. I’ll see what I can do about getting on that. ;)
Thank God for Tupperware. That’s not supposed to be sacrilegious in the least. Let me explain.
Exactly one week ago I hosted a Tupperware party. Remember those fantastic events that your mother took you to as a child? Wonderful afternoons of playing with the neighbour kid and eating loads of cheese and crackers and handfuls of squares. Well, I guess it was inevitable that I too should some day grow up and have my own Tupperware party. (There was only one wee one in attendance at my party however.)
The reason I say ‘thank God for Tupperware’ is not because of the durable product, the great warranty, or even the free stuff I got from hosting. You see, the thing about hosting such a party is one require people to attend such a party. And frankly, I often feel very alone and without community after nearly a year in my current locale. Now, looking back at last Friday, I realize that I do indeed have community. It’s not necessarily what I intended it to look like, and there are still missing pieces, but that doesn’t make it any less of a community.
And that is one blessing I’ve counted every day this past week.
Apparently I cannot do anything quite right in the eyes of a certain antagonist at work. Being more than slightly overtired after 6 days in a row at work, including a callback on Monday, I may not be reacting well. I do not want to accept mediocrity in myself – these folks deserve better from me. Yet my attempts at (a) working within the team and (b) trying to improve practice don’t appear to be compatible in the present context. I’m finding it difficult to focus on the small positives when the criticism is never ending. (Yes, I once again stepped on toes and received a reprimand of sorts.) Perhaps the criticism cuts so deeply because it simply points at my fear of never being good enough.
Immediately after writing this post, I will tuck myself into bed … for this hero must again begin saving the world in 7 short hours.
Tonight I was your hero … (1) I cheered for the Oilers and mourned for Roloson, and (2) while being on call, did some math (the long way) re a medication for a trauma patient and prepared two medications “from scratch” for a wee one. So it is now tomorrow, and I must rest … needing-no-sleep is not one of my super powers. (I guess that makes playoff hockey fanaticism and basic math without electronic aid some pretty awesome super powers.)
And my other super powers? Hmmm, let’s see: I can make you some really quite tasty food, I’m great at listening yet slow in advice giving, superbly capable of going out for coffee, my valid passport enables me to enter foreign countries to visit you, sometimes critical thinking – but sometimes I choose not to use that one, and to close off this list, I think I’m wonderful at liking all of you an awful lot.
What are your super powers?
