Meredith Kendall's Blog, page 26
December 13, 2015
A&P
My grandson likes to converse. He's 1.75 years old. We were hanging out, just talking. He doesn't have an abundance of words, speakwise, but he understands a lot. I started to tell him about the endocrine system. He stuck a foot in my lap and wiggled his toes, wanting "This little piggy went to market..." instead.
December 12, 2015
eggy friends
It was her idea, so of course he did it. He loves her. 24 of them.
The chicks, multicolored balls of down, had their own room and a light bulb for heat. No dogs allowed. I feel like I was there, I remember seeing them, but when would that have been? Perhaps it was photos and descriptions.
They grew up. He named them all, calls them his girls, his ladies. Built a coop and moved them outside. Tends them. They come running when they see him, greet him when he gets home from work. Sometimes one extremely strong adventurous lady flies out, but can't get herself back in. She runs to him and he lifts and drops her back home.
The first eggs were gelatinous. The next ones had shells, but were tiny. Now the ladies lay big fine eggs. Mostly brown shells, some green.
Sometimes I buy them lunch: my excellent friends, not the ladies. I buy lunch and my friends bring me extra eggs and we don't keep track of who owes who but I'm pretty sure I'm luckiest.
The chicks, multicolored balls of down, had their own room and a light bulb for heat. No dogs allowed. I feel like I was there, I remember seeing them, but when would that have been? Perhaps it was photos and descriptions.
They grew up. He named them all, calls them his girls, his ladies. Built a coop and moved them outside. Tends them. They come running when they see him, greet him when he gets home from work. Sometimes one extremely strong adventurous lady flies out, but can't get herself back in. She runs to him and he lifts and drops her back home.
The first eggs were gelatinous. The next ones had shells, but were tiny. Now the ladies lay big fine eggs. Mostly brown shells, some green.
Sometimes I buy them lunch: my excellent friends, not the ladies. I buy lunch and my friends bring me extra eggs and we don't keep track of who owes who but I'm pretty sure I'm luckiest.
December 11, 2015
b resting face
Have you seen that popular YouTube video, Resting B Face? Or maybe it's B Resting Face.
Anyway. I show it to nursing students every year. Tell them part of being a great nurse is being able to communicate compassion. Tell them if they have RBF they can overcome it with learned behaviors.
Noticed a trend this semester. Identified an association. Realized that most of these young women with RBF have been medicated since childhood, medicated for ADD, ADHD, or depression. Now they have flat affects, expressionless outside, but highly sensitive inside. Interesting, right?
Anyway. I show it to nursing students every year. Tell them part of being a great nurse is being able to communicate compassion. Tell them if they have RBF they can overcome it with learned behaviors.
Noticed a trend this semester. Identified an association. Realized that most of these young women with RBF have been medicated since childhood, medicated for ADD, ADHD, or depression. Now they have flat affects, expressionless outside, but highly sensitive inside. Interesting, right?
December 9, 2015
hot metal tools
Went for a trim. You know, for the hair on my head. Take off an inch. Keep the same style, or not, I don't really care and I leave that to the professionals.
She came at me with a hot metal tool. I cringed. "Ceramic," she sternly informed me. She disapproved of my hair: parted in the middle, curving in on one side and fluffing out on the other. So she straightened it, pulled it, burned it, flattened it, cut it. Voila.
It did look good. Sleek, sharp, blunt, straight, chic. It won't ever look like that again, unfortunately, as I'm more of a wash & done kind of person. It did look good.
She came at me with a hot metal tool. I cringed. "Ceramic," she sternly informed me. She disapproved of my hair: parted in the middle, curving in on one side and fluffing out on the other. So she straightened it, pulled it, burned it, flattened it, cut it. Voila.
It did look good. Sleek, sharp, blunt, straight, chic. It won't ever look like that again, unfortunately, as I'm more of a wash & done kind of person. It did look good.
December 6, 2015
Do you
see people's energy? I do sometimes. See, hear, and feel it. One person I know has loud jangling sharp yellow and brown cacophonous energy. All odd angles and sharp edges. Overpowering, like a Kandinsky painting. I can't hear when she's near.
Some have warm heart energy: slow, peaceful, accepting, listening, & loving. They sing Earth songs and listen to the wind. Spending time in their energy is like being in a garden where flowers grow and bloom. Monet.
Some have warm heart energy: slow, peaceful, accepting, listening, & loving. They sing Earth songs and listen to the wind. Spending time in their energy is like being in a garden where flowers grow and bloom. Monet.
December 5, 2015
empath
I went happily to a work holiday party. I had my gift and my grapes: a modest gift to swap and grapes for the potluck. I had a special beautiful hand-made plate.
Grapes are easy: just wash and arrange. It's what I bring when I can't find the time for something more elaborate. Thanksgiving I made three pumpkin cheesecakes and one pumpkin pie in a chocolate crust. Took me days to make them. I roasted a sugar pumpkin and a buttercup squash. Cooled, pureed, mixed, baked, cooled.
I didn't have days. I usually work 50+ hours/week. I brought grapes. Unfortunately not organic.
Arrived. The door was locked. Huh? I waited, called, no answer. Finally someone came to open the door. She seemed harried.
Arrived at the lobby. People rushed by and glanced, making quick shallow smiles. People seemed busy.
I wandered to the kitchen to wash and arrange the grapes. Set down my bags and coat. There were many people in the kitchen: stirring, setting out food and plates. No one spoke to me. I went to the sink to wash the grapes and heard someone say, "Well I would if she'd get out of the way." I looked back and two people were staring at me. People seemed annoyed.
I set the plate of grapes with the rest of the food, gathered my bags and coat and prepared to leave. As I started for the door my friend D walked in. I don't know what my face looked like, but she asked, "What's the matter?'
"I'm leaving."
"Why? Oh wait, I know, I feel it too. C'mon, let's go do some Reiki."
Reiki time. Afterwards I felt washed and aired out in the sunshine.
"You're an empath," she told me. All those people were stressed and you felt it. That's all. It's hard to be in crowds, and even harder when you feel their stress."
Empath? Oh. I thought I was an anemone.
Grapes are easy: just wash and arrange. It's what I bring when I can't find the time for something more elaborate. Thanksgiving I made three pumpkin cheesecakes and one pumpkin pie in a chocolate crust. Took me days to make them. I roasted a sugar pumpkin and a buttercup squash. Cooled, pureed, mixed, baked, cooled.
I didn't have days. I usually work 50+ hours/week. I brought grapes. Unfortunately not organic.
Arrived. The door was locked. Huh? I waited, called, no answer. Finally someone came to open the door. She seemed harried.
Arrived at the lobby. People rushed by and glanced, making quick shallow smiles. People seemed busy.
I wandered to the kitchen to wash and arrange the grapes. Set down my bags and coat. There were many people in the kitchen: stirring, setting out food and plates. No one spoke to me. I went to the sink to wash the grapes and heard someone say, "Well I would if she'd get out of the way." I looked back and two people were staring at me. People seemed annoyed.
I set the plate of grapes with the rest of the food, gathered my bags and coat and prepared to leave. As I started for the door my friend D walked in. I don't know what my face looked like, but she asked, "What's the matter?'
"I'm leaving."
"Why? Oh wait, I know, I feel it too. C'mon, let's go do some Reiki."
Reiki time. Afterwards I felt washed and aired out in the sunshine.
"You're an empath," she told me. All those people were stressed and you felt it. That's all. It's hard to be in crowds, and even harder when you feel their stress."
Empath? Oh. I thought I was an anemone.
December 4, 2015
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drink: water
song: breezes, birdsong, waves
sound: grandson's voice
flower: peony
stone: amethyst
drink: water
song: breezes, birdsong, waves
sound: grandson's voice
flower: peony
stone: amethyst
December 2, 2015
November 27, 2015
invited to a winter wedding
Day after Thanksgiving. Funny day. Missing family. A day alone, working on a project. It's 60 degrees, unusually warm, almost sunny, so went for a bike ride. Nature and exploring usually cheer me up. Sun usually cheers me up and it poked through clouds dimly. Rode along the river: dog walkers, joggers, bikers, kids. Came home in same moody mood.
Received an online invitation to a winter wedding. Yippeee! Immediate excitement and cheer. Snowy wedding at a ski slope.
"It's a nice day to start again."
Billy Idol, White Wedding.
Received an online invitation to a winter wedding. Yippeee! Immediate excitement and cheer. Snowy wedding at a ski slope.
"It's a nice day to start again."
Billy Idol, White Wedding.
