For the Daily Prompt: cherish.
No Christmas stocking? Well, the oven mitts will do!
For the Daily Prompt: cherish.
No Christmas stocking? Well, the oven mitts will do!
This is NOT a brilliant photograph, but I am putting it up anyhow. This is Tictoc, one of the two regulars that come to the hummingbird feeder outside my window and a new part of our family. Tictoc is grooming in this shot. I still have not figured out what species of hummingbird, nor whether male or female, though we’re over gender anyhow, right?
When I go out the back door during the day, Tictoc makes a ticking sound. I imitate it. Tictoc will talk back and forth a bit and recognizes me now. Which hummingbird tics like that? The Broadtailed “trills with wings in flight”, so that is my current guess.
I chose Tictoc remembering the Oz books. What wonderful flights of imagination.
I will take more pictures. This is through the kitchen window. We have a suet feeder around the corner. The birds come to that in groups, because Tictoc and the other hummingbird are very territorial.
For the Daily Prompt: relate.
My poems start with a problem, an idea, a worry. I never know where it will go when I start. This poem started with wanting to leave in a positive way and started with the title. So how could I leave but leave with kindness? And what would I leave?
So it is a song. And should include sign language, I think….
I shall leave you
I shall leave you with a song
I shall leave you with music
I shall leave you with a picture
I shall leave you with voice upraised
I leave you with a song
I leave you with music
I leave you with a picture
I leave you with voice upraised
I leave you a song
I leave you music
I leave you a picture
I leave you voice upraised
I leave a song
I leave music
I leave a picture
I leave voice upraised
leave a song
leave music
leave a picture
leave a voice upraised
a song
music
a picture
a voice upraised
song
music
picture
voice
song
Miss Boa Cat, enjoying the winter sun through the windows.
Our loved ones are the center of our Compass Rose.
For the Daily Prompt: compass.
2014 was the last time we had a full size tree. For the last three years we have decorated a small ficus bonsai with tiny ornaments.
Friends cut a large branch and spread it across a wall, with ornaments there. Maybe I will try that next.
Are there toxic people?
No, I do not believe so….
I think there are toxic interactions.
Toxic behavior. And it takes two to tango, really.
Do I have to stay away from someone who behaves badly? Do they set me off? Well, that’s about me, isn’t it? I need to go look in the mirror and see what is bothering me. What does this remind me of? Are they getting under my skin? So what part of my skin needs better boundaries?
I realized that my father drank too much when I was in college. I read about it and went home, ready to intervene. My mother and my sister refused, much to my surprise. And slowly I realized that my mother was enabling the drinking.
I set boundaries with my father. I said that he could not come to my house drunk and he could not drink at my house. I refused to sleep in my parents’ house because he was falling asleep and there were cigarette burns in the floor and an 8 inch diameter one between the couch cushions. I told my mother I was having nightmares about fires. She joked that she would be mad if he burned a hole in the waterbed. I told my father I was afraid to sleep upstairs and moved to my grandmother’s, two doors away. I was lucky that I had that option.
My father stopped drinking a decade later. I took my young son to visit, and found that my father had started again. I asked my mother, “Why didn’t you tell me?” She replied, “I told you I would leave if he drank, but I am not going to leave.” I said, “We are not staying with you.” and we moved to my mother-in-law’s house.
As a family doctor, I try to help each person. My clinic and I do have boundaries. If they no show for three visits within one year, we ask them to change to another doctor. People call for referrals often. I can’t do a referral without documenting a diagnosis and doing an examination, so they need a visit. “But you’ve seen me for hip pain!” “Yes, and that was a year ago. Time to reevaluate, right?” And all doctors here are swamped: they want to save their over busy time for people who truly need them. The orthopedist does not want to see that hip unless I agree that they need to: if physical therapy and discussion can fix it, one less person that they don’t get to operate on.
I recently had calls for an emergency referral. I left a message with both the patient and the specialist. I had not seen the person for five months. I have no idea what is happening. If it’s an emergency, they need to contact the insurance, not me, because I have not seen the person: no diagnosis. And insurance should cover if it is an emergency. If it is not an emergency, well…
There is behavior that I prefer not to be around. There is behavior I will tolerate in clinic but not my personal life, since I get paid in clinic. There is behavior I won’t tolerate in clinic. But think of the great ones that are still spoken of: the Buddha, the Bodhisattvas, Jesus. They had boundaries to where any person was allowed to approach them and was received and was sometimes changed by that reception. When I say “I can’t be around him or her,” how do I need to change? Ok, not the crazy person shooting into crowds, no tolerance. But day to day, the things that get under our skin, it’s our skin that is fallible.
I do not want to label anyone toxic. I hope to make a small difference in the world through my clinic. And add to the joy in the world.
For the Daily Prompt: saintly. I am not there.Β
Sweet Honey in the Rock: Would you harbor me?
Weighing the final product.
For the Daily Prompt: relocate.
My daughter in her uncle’s bike shop.
A walk on North Beach, with my daughter and aunt and uncle, in 2013.
My daughter is sailing FJs in college and racing. She informs me that she hated sailing when she was little, out with my father and me. My father took this photograph, in his Miller 28.
Hated it: well, maybe….

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