For Wordless Wednesday.
View from my street

For Wordless Wednesday.
I am having a snow day. It snowed yesterday! Schools are closed and the roads are ice and it was 25 degrees when I walked into clinic. Clinic is cold and power and phones and computers are all out.
Now I have power back but internet is iffy. I have cancelled today’s patient. Some are 45 minutes or an hour away on good roads! We only have an inch of snow but the people north of me are reporting 6-8 inches. I have called people about tomorrow as well. Clinic will proceed if we have power and heat, but the people an hour away are cancelling. The weather forecast is that it will freeze at night all week, which is unusual here.
I am less than a mile from clinic and have ski clothes, so I should be able to get in unless we have an ice storm. We have paper files for back up so I could find phone numbers even with the power out. All except one new patient and now I’ve tracked that one down. We also have a battery lantern because the bathroom is really really dark with the power out. No windows.
I took the photograph last night. My ornamental plums were budding. I don’t know how happy they will be with a week of freezing weather!
For the Daily Prompt: study.
This is for mindlovemisery’s photochallenge #194. It stuck in my head. So here is the photographic reply.
And I still won’t confess.
For the Daily Prompt: inheritance.
Such soft colors. I am trying to capture the ferry wake color in the sunrise.
The news this morning and I am thinking of girls who are not believed and predators who are after them. And boys too. I am thinking of medical school, this essay.
I am thinking of the comment from a fellow male medical student, about the statistics of one girl in five sexually abused: “I never believed it. I didn’t think women could be okay after that.”
There is still the idea in our culture of a woman “ruined”. Women are still not believed. Boys are assaulted, too. One in twenty. Here: http://victimsofcrime.org/media/reporting-on-child-sexual-abuse/child-sexual-abuse-statistics.
And in the end, I wonder, what are the adults thinking? It’s the woman’s fault for being pretty? It’s the girl’s fault for being vulnerable? The devil made me do it? I was tempted by evil? It isn’t my fault. I have money and power and therefore I can do whatever I want. Women and children aren’t people, I can buy and sell and use them.
I am so relieved to hear the news from Alabama this morning.
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