Monday, April 30, 2007

Am I the Last One To Know About This?

Did you know April is National Poetry Month? Apparently they don't talk about this on sites I frequent. But I was recently reading a blog of someone I don't really know who mentioned it. This internet thing really does brings us all together, right.

It's the last day of the month but I wanted to throw my hat in the ring and share one of my favorites. William Stafford is an amazing poet, so simple and clear but descriptive. And I have so many memories attached to him. My sophomore year in college, I took a poetry class and met a guy named Nathan, my official unrequited crush of 1992. He was from Portland, so beautiful, a renaissance man, loved science, our poetry professor actually had to tell him to stop turing in poetry he had turned in so much, and we could talk for hours. I later found out that he, of course, had a girlfriend. But he sparked the kindling of my interest in Oregon. He xeroxed William Stafford poems for me and every few weeks I got packets of them to pore over.

Enough about Nathan, let's get back to William, in the introduction to his collection of poems, An Oregon Message, he says, "I must be willingly fallible in order to deserve a place in the realm where miracles happen." Isn't that inspiring, that my failings, mistakes, and weaknesses allow me to be part of miracles.

So here's one of my favorites:

Why I Am Happy

Now has come, an easy time. I let it
roll. There is a lake somewhere
so blue and far nobody owns it.
A wind comes by and a willow listens
gracefully.

I hear all this, every summer. I laugh
and cry for every turn of the world,
its terribly cold, innocent spin.
That lake stays blue and free; it goes
on and on.

And I know where it is.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Can You Believe This Isn't From Utah!

I signed up for emails from Daily Candy with their promise of art, beauty, food, and fashion. And most days they live up to their mission statement by showcasing cute shopping finds or fun websites. But recently this was the featured item - swimwear that "highlights the face rather than the body." And it wasn't even April Fool's Day.I understand the inclination to cover up at the beach but I really don't think this is a more flattering option than just proudly showing your flabby white thighs. If this mix of Victorian values and modern materials isn't weird enough for you, they also offer an "extended" model with sleeves just above the wrist and legs down to the calf.

Worst of all, it's from somewhere in the Portland area.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Unknowingly, I Was Cheech

First, some backstory...I live in an old house that is now split into 4 apartments. My apartment in right by the front door and front porch. My neighbors smoke on said front porch. When they open said front door, I catch a brief whiff of cigarette smoke.

Last night I caught a brief whiff of smoke, but not cigarette smoke, pot. And yep, they were out on the porch. I thought, "Do I say something to them? To the landlord? Do I wait to see if they do it again?"

So today, mid-afternoon, I smelled it again. They weren't outside. I realized I was in the same spot, by my kitchen table, as the last time I smelled the suspicious odor. I looked down on the table, and there, still in the plastic bag, were 3 grapefruit(s?) I bought a few days ago. Yep, they were the culprits. Who knew? I then went to my mom's, took one with me, and she agreed about the smell. And since, before I left, I opened the bag and left them on my table, when I got home, the whole apartment smelled like I had been lighting up.

Ugh!

Have you ever realized you're a living, breathing stereotype.

Here's what I just bought at the store:
Advil
Tampons
Haagen Daaz mint chip light ice cream

(guys, sorry for the oversharing)

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

3 Years...

3 Long Years, that's all I'm saying. Some of you know what I mean.

Saturday, April 07, 2007

A Better Week

A few months ago, I posted about a hard week.

Yesterday, we met with our nurse manager to discuss patient satisfaction and how it's tallied off of surveys patients get once they are home. We get lots of positive feedback in person but only the frustrated people actually fill out and send back the surveys. So I'm trying to buck the trend of people only sharing bad news and not the little good things too. Here's what's good at work this week, in contrast to the last post.

I had a patient who, in the middle of me trying to stop her nose bleed, said, "You have the cutest dimples ever." And tried to set me up with her grandson.

And another patient, while I was listening to her heart and lungs, said, "You have exceptionally beautiful skin." And also guessed my age at 8 years younger than I am. Never mind that she was a head trauma patient...

And yeah, blah blah blah, it was a good week, I did a good job, people lived, and all that other stuff I should say...Did I mention people said I was cute!