Friday, March 31, 2017
Thursday, March 30, 2017
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
Vote Devi
Now that the Luggage has declined to continue (*sniff, sniff*), we are throwing our support behind Devi (of course). Because she's Devi, that's why.
Note: Do not listen to Harvey. He doesn't know what he's talking about with his VoteForTom stickers.
Note: Do not listen to Harvey. He doesn't know what he's talking about with his VoteForTom stickers.
love & peace,
Heidi
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Tuesday, March 28, 2017
8
Easy by nature
True goodnessis like water.
Water's good
for everything,
It doesn't compete.
It goes right
to the low loathsome places,
and so finds the way.
For a house,
the good thing is level ground.
In thinking,
depth is good.
The good of giving is magnanimity;
of speaking, honesty;
of government, order.
The good of work is skill,
and of action, timing.
No competition,
so no blame
love & peace,
Heidi
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Sunday, March 26, 2017
And a lovely weekend it was
The weekend was filled with fun with Vivian and control-freak measures by my ex. We all had a lovely time anyway, and everything that needed doing got done. At one point, I was on edge because of the threats and bullying from Vivian's dad, but then my partner was loving and calm and solid, and it made all the difference. We had a great time in the Village, as we promised Vivian we would. There was lunch and ice cream at Pop's one of our favorite locations, with playtime at the toy store afterward, and then a turn around the park up the street to enjoy the nice weather.
We left church and went to the gym, as I was overdue for some sauna time. It was good, and I was wiped out during lunch and cards afterwards. I'm not sure what I ate that got to me, but I was sick later that evening, and spent most of it sleeping as a recovery tool, which, miraculously, seemed to work.
Sunday morning I was weak but fine, and we went to church and then came home to rest. We explored some interesting opportunities along the way. Future reports as events warrant, but keep thinking good thoughts for us.
In the meantime, we finished Iron Fist. I'm not certain what the hoopla is about -- we liked it. It was great to see Claire again, and a perfect way to spend a rainy Sunday afternoon.
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Do not ask her about the buckin' pig. Please. For my sake. |
We had a garden party at church on Saturday, which is a good way to get people to show up and then hand them a rake or a trowel. We had a lot of fun working together with mulch and planting seeds and plants. There was even a bunny that got startled, and it's the smallest bunny I have ever seen in my life -- not much bigger than a dandelion. He sprang out from behind a rose bush that we were weeding and we helped him get out of the road and into the park across the street. I keep imagining his poor mother, tsking and shaking her head about that headstrong little rabbit of hers. Beatrix Potter would understand. We made snickerdoodles with some freshly ground soft winter white wheat, and they may be the best batch yet.
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Sunday morning I was weak but fine, and we went to church and then came home to rest. We explored some interesting opportunities along the way. Future reports as events warrant, but keep thinking good thoughts for us.
In the meantime, we finished Iron Fist. I'm not certain what the hoopla is about -- we liked it. It was great to see Claire again, and a perfect way to spend a rainy Sunday afternoon.
love & peace,
Heidi
Saturday, March 25, 2017
Doubled by Wonder
I would maintain that thanks are the
highest form of thought
and that gratitude is happiness
doubled by wonder.
Gilbert K. Chesterton
love & peace,
Heidi
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Friday, March 24, 2017
Heidi Schmidt shared 1 photo with you
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Heidi
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Thursday, March 23, 2017
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Tuesday, March 21, 2017
Gratitude
No one who achieves success does so without the help of others. The wise and confident acknowledge this help with gratitude.Alfred North Whitehead
love & peace,
Heidi
Monday, March 20, 2017
A Biography in Liner Notes.
My first music, for real, was the music of my parents, the relentless rendition of my mom's Carpenter's Greatest Hits, John Denver, and Charlie Rich occasionally relieved by my father's love of car culture music, especially as voiced by the Beach Boys and the Everly Brothers.
Party music always reminds me of the 70s, from Olivia Newton John and ELO to Kool & the Gang. I floundered around with Asia and America, and I was all pleased with myself when I found Billy Joel's The Stranger and Peter Gabriel (Mercury) after the Carpenters and the Beach boys had ruled my airwaves. Side note: Actually, it was Billy Joel who brought Camus into my world. The Boomers, with their Authenticity Policing, told me I had no idea how cool that album actually was, and couldn't appreciate it, because I had no clue about the novel for which it was named. So I went to the library and checked The Stranger out and read it and fell in love with existentialism and suddenly knew two things with absolute certainty: that I was not alone, and that the Boomers had never read this novel. Shortly after this, I would sneak in to the movie theater to see Blade Runner. As preteen experiences go, these are serious keepers.
And then, through the grace that is the import market, I discovered Devo and punk took my world away, with the Sex Pistols, Black Flag, the Dead Kennedys. I had some John Cougar-Bruce Springsteen and Duran Duran-Police-Men At Work going on amongst my own personal British Invasion, but then I discovered U2 -- the albums October and War got a lot of play for me in the year before Joshua Tree was released. U2 changed my world, musically giving to me what I had found in Camus' Stranger, what I would come to crave in every novel, relationship and now album for the rest of my life.
It's a little weird to think that I did my first stage dive at an Exploited show before Joshua Tree came out, and that U2 are launching a 30 year anniversary tour.
Party music always reminds me of the 70s, from Olivia Newton John and ELO to Kool & the Gang. I floundered around with Asia and America, and I was all pleased with myself when I found Billy Joel's The Stranger and Peter Gabriel (Mercury) after the Carpenters and the Beach boys had ruled my airwaves. Side note: Actually, it was Billy Joel who brought Camus into my world. The Boomers, with their Authenticity Policing, told me I had no idea how cool that album actually was, and couldn't appreciate it, because I had no clue about the novel for which it was named. So I went to the library and checked The Stranger out and read it and fell in love with existentialism and suddenly knew two things with absolute certainty: that I was not alone, and that the Boomers had never read this novel. Shortly after this, I would sneak in to the movie theater to see Blade Runner. As preteen experiences go, these are serious keepers.
And then, through the grace that is the import market, I discovered Devo and punk took my world away, with the Sex Pistols, Black Flag, the Dead Kennedys. I had some John Cougar-Bruce Springsteen and Duran Duran-Police-Men At Work going on amongst my own personal British Invasion, but then I discovered U2 -- the albums October and War got a lot of play for me in the year before Joshua Tree was released. U2 changed my world, musically giving to me what I had found in Camus' Stranger, what I would come to crave in every novel, relationship and now album for the rest of my life.
It's a little weird to think that I did my first stage dive at an Exploited show before Joshua Tree came out, and that U2 are launching a 30 year anniversary tour.
If the Declaration of Independence is like the liner notes of America, we're like annoying fans that follow politicians into the bathroom and say, "But it says here, 'We pledge our sacred honor.' What's that about?" And people suffer us talking about America because we love it so much. Rather arrogantly, we don't think you own it. We think America is an idea that belongs to people who need it most.
love & peace,
Heidi
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Sunday, March 19, 2017
We made noodles
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Working together |
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Making the spaghetti |
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Spaghetti rosettes |
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Macaroni |
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Cutting the macaroni |
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The Final Product |
love & peace,
Heidi
Saturday, March 18, 2017
Unnerving and accurate
They hunt victims. They are not even conscious of this, it is who they think everyone in the world is.
In some cases, a scapegoated child may be taken for therapy by the abusing parent(s) as part of the narrative of the child being “broken” in some way and in need of fixing. In these cases, therapists may be taken in by the parent, especially if supported by a spouse and/or seeming credible. The child may then be judged to be “in denial”. It may be many years before the true story emerges.
love & peace,
Heidi
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Friday, March 17, 2017
Climate Change and Your Health
There's a new study going around, analyzing how climate change will affect health issues. Please note that every sector of the country has the icon indicating an impact to the mental health and well being of residents. Every single American is going to face increased pressure to their mental health and well being as a direct result of climate change. It's too late to do anything about the Boomer impact on the environment, but it's a great time to start developing your mental health tool kit. The good news is that a lot of what we can do to become more resilient is absolutely free and easy:
- Meditate
- Practice Mindfulness
- Start a gratitude journal
- Simplify
You'll be happy you did.
love & peace,
Heidi
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Thursday, March 16, 2017
Throwback and conversations of the future, all at your local library.

Little Miss, hanging with the band last year. We love our library!
And speaking of libraries and cool things in the studio there, I'll be there today, interviewing Bob Capper on matters of social justice, Radio Free Roanoke, and talking about all manner of things today. I confess that I'm really excited.
love & peace,
Heidi
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Wednesday, March 15, 2017
Challenge 32: Bloom
Bloom
My challenges are usually about measuring what I am going to do, and that’s all good.But this time I’m doing something a little different -- I’m going to report on what I do.
I’m not interested in giving myself grief or being all judgey -- I’m interested in seeing what I do that is on-target, a check-in to see where I am at the habit level. I have a suspicion that it’s lots higher than I am giving myself credit for.
So this time around, I am celebrating my successes. I’m looking forward to seeing how I’m doing with physical and emotional wellness, educational balance, and financial fitness. (See what I did there? That’s a 3+1 old school formula.)
love & peace,
Heidi
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Means to Better Ends
Susan Fainstein wants us to rethink how we think about how we think about urban planning. When she looks at the body of work from its inception in this country, she finds a focus on economic development dominates the conversation, even in the most liberal of circles, and she wants to set that aside altogether to begin from a different point of view: that of justice. What, she asks, would a city plan look like that took justice as its first factor?
I confess that, as a student of justice, I got a little hung up on her use of the term -- she doesn’t see fit to let us in on what would comprise justice for a little too long for my tastes -- and when she does get around to sharing that she is measuring justice in terms of economic equality and racial inclusion, I had to set aside my need to take other factors into account. For city planning, we could do worse than focusing on these two elements of social justice.
Her investigation into three cities shows how these concerns can be implemented in the forefront in meaningful ways. New York seems do well with the social integration of its immigrant population, even while falling down on racial issues or issues of grave disparity of income. Conversely, she finds Amsterdam a bastion of economic equality, with its land held by the public, with the public receiving the benefits of the development of the land, and with the developers taking for granted their participation in public housing development (down to fifty percent from ninety percent is still a huge amount to contribute to public housing). Likewise, public housing benefits don’t expire in Europe as they do in the United States. Even in London, where Fainstein finds a more moderate success on both racial and economic fronts, these benefits are taken as a given, a permanent feature of what it means to be a city.
Social justice has never been a consideration in the halls of urban planning in the United States. In our fair Star City, the governing document talks of economic development and beautification and design aims, with a nodding passing at language to include economic and social justice, as though making a beautiful and well-ordered city will automatically generate social justice as a by-product, as if equality were a buy-product of capitalism.
I like that Fainstein takes capitalist motives to task. It’s easy to forget that the capitalist system values one thing -- profit -- above and beyond everything else. I’m less inclined to apologize for my anti-capitalist sentiments and conclusions than Fainstein is, but we both find the economic focus one that is destructive and at cross purposes with social justice efforts. For my part, I find economic ends, when taken without an analysis of consequence, to be the very definition of evil, “harm that is (1) reasonably foreseeable (or appreciable) and (2) culpably inflicted (or tolerated, aggravated, or maintained), and that (3) deprives, or seriously risks depriving, others of the basics that are necessary to make a life possible and tolerable or decent (or to make a death decent)” (Claudia Card, The Atrocity Paradigm, p. 16). Capitalism actively promotes the callous disregard for any harm inflicted on others in the quest for increased profit margins, and, as an economic policy, it does so without apology. To take stance as the basis for our social construction is, to my mind, an evil exacerbated.
We are all of us utilitarians when it comes to social policy, or we ought to be. When we look at crafting a policy, we are looking at the manner by which we can achieve the greatest amount of a desired outcome for the greatest number of people. When Fainstein asks us to look at the outcomes of economic equality and social inclusion, she is applying a utilitarian analysis through the curtain of Rawl’s veil of ignorance, measuring the outcomes first and foremost for the least among the populations these policies would affect, especially low-income and disenfranchised residents.
Fainstein lays out clear, practical and eminently practicable recommendations for principles governing public policy. I find the real value in these guidelines to be the way in which they can be deployed by any group, simply by deciding to, at whatever level the group operates. Making a commitment to health care, education and the availability of public space doesn’t require formal or federal programs, though partnerships certainly make things easier.
Her aim is not that we should take up the Marxist sickle and tear down all the private buildings, to take over the factories by force. It is that we can, as urban planners, make a moral commitment to the populations we serve. She finds that, by making this commitment, we can make a material difference in the daily lives of the population. Fainstein doesn’t come out and say so, but the conclusion is on every page: because we can enrich lives before we enrich wallets, we should.
I agree.
If Roanoke took Fainstein’s recommendations, it would hold the land in public trust for public use and public gain; we would see housing developers being held to standards of participation and commitment to public housing solutions as a given, taken as the responsibility required for permission to develop the land. More than anything, I think the fair and equitable distribution of educational resources would have a dramatic effect in Roanoke, as would a meaningful transit system. These together would have the effect of disrupting the clustering of class around “good” schools, a practice that creates a positive-feedback loop of exclusion, as the wealthy move to better schools and the schools in wealthy neighborhoods have more funding through an increased residential tax base.
Being able to get anywhere equally, being able to have a good education at any school in the district, being able to get quality healthcare regardless of income level or employment status or address would make a world of difference for Roanoke. These things are far more important, morally, to us as city planners than a third or fourth craft brewery in the city. We need to start looking at how we, as planners, have created the difference between the neighborhoods and how and why we promote these differences.
I look forward to a time when the city has gotten over its need to separate and segregate, when we choose our neighborhoods through voluntary associations, and that living in one neighborhood versus another has no impact on our health and well being, allowing us to congregate through interests instead of economy, class and status. It’s a Roanoke I would encourage my children to live in.
love & peace,
Heidi
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Happy PiEnstein Day

Happy PiEnstein Day!!
love & peace,
Heidi
Monday, March 13, 2017
Sunday, March 12, 2017
You Can Take My Life, But Don't Take My Home
Hurray for the Riff Raff's new album The Navigator is just amazing, and it's wonderful to hear Segarra get in touch with her roots, coming full circle in this album that is all about identity, what it is, what it isn't and why it matters.
love & peace,
Heidi
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Saturday, March 11, 2017
Friday, March 10, 2017
Class Struggle, the City, and the Willing Worker
David Harvey presents a lovely picture of the unique framework that cities present to enact a recreation of ourselves through our cities, a rebirth that reflects who we are in terms of our interactions and our values. This rebirth, he holds, is a right, a “common rather than individual right,” and “one of the most precious yet most neglected of our human rights.”1,2
Harvey holds that cities are predicated on the “concentrations of surplus product,” a dead giveaway to his Marxist underpinnings, and to a point I agree with him. I certainly stand with his identification of urbanization as a “class phenomenon.”3 But I’m not certain I can join him when he identifies the mechanism of classist interactions and control to be that of control of distribution of that surplus. While he is right that control lies in the hands of the few and affects the lives of many, there is something else going on here, and it’s not only about urbanization, though -- we have brought this forward since medieval times: control of access to avenues of power.
The focus on control over the distribution of surplus as the hallmark of class issues misses the mark a bit and is, to my mind, a bit short-sighted in that it focuses specifically on the more modern human collective expression of urbanization. I find that control of distribution is but one piece, and a relatively new one given that there is a surplus, but that since the Middle Ages we have, as a Western Society certainly, held control of inclusion, of access to avenues of power, as the hallmark of class struggle. As Western society has become cash-based and production-oriented over the last half-millennium, the tools that bestow power and legitimacy have shifted, but the desire to control access to them has gotten fiercer than ever.
By limiting and controlling access, the class itself is protected and nurtured, insulated from the shock of social change that seems to explode on the scene more frequently than ever before. This insulation also protects the ruling class from having to worry about competition, at least in the near term, as exclusion has long been used to mitigate the pressures that competition or scarcity of resources -- natural, labor, or production -- can create for production and management of wealth, with as money or as social capital.
Harvey does identify the role of the state in promoting an unlevel playing field in the realm of competition, certainly. But he doesn’t seem to identify the role that we, the workers, are having in shaping a corporate reality through working for what are more and more often corporate cities. Corporations are creating and maintaining their bottom line through the creation of corporate cities -- controlling the labor force and the municipality in which they operate in order to reap the mega-profits that are available in the twenty-first century economy, whether mining diamonds or data.
Class organization as a social justice tool is only as good as the pressures workers feel; it has been said by more than one labor attorney that the way to prevent workers from organizing is to treat them well. If the current workforce isn’t desperate for better wages and conditions, then organization and the change that Harvey identifies all die on the vine. We of the white collar, no less yoked and caged, are willingly eschewing organization in trade for coffee bars and game-stocked employee lounges, ignoring the social ills that are perpetuated outside the halls of our air-conditioned, gym-sporting office complexes. Our youth-driven greed is being stoked by corporate America, a small price for producers to pay to avoid the costs of really dealing with the inequality that persists and grows, largely in direct proportion to the white-collar, high-tech workforce and what it produces.
1. Harvey, David, “The Right to City,” New Left Review 53, Sept-Oct 2008, p. 23.
2. Please note: I am a utilitarian. I do not discuss rights this way, but I certainly allow others to do so and can follow the line of reasoning from this point of origin. For more on my perspective of responsibilities instead of rights, contact me and we will hold a symposium; there just aren’t enough symposia these days. 3. Harvey, David, “The Right to City,” New Left Review 53, Sept-Oct 2008, p. 24.
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Heidi
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Thursday, March 9, 2017
Places Rated, yet again, but differently
Check out the latest Gallup poll on places, called "communities" in this poll with the happiest people.
Again, we are seeing metropolitan areas compete in ways that resemble colleges or theme parks more than as municipalities. Notice that Lynchburg and Charlottesville scored higher than Roanoke (168 at +60.5) or Asheville (26th at +63.7). I would be interested in seeing the non-rated similarities between these high-ranking towns, as off the cuff I'm seeing a low level of diversity in race or culture and a high level of small towns in the positive rankings. I love Gallup, but as everyone knows, it's all about how you ask the question and how you group and weight the answers.
Again, we are seeing metropolitan areas compete in ways that resemble colleges or theme parks more than as municipalities. Notice that Lynchburg and Charlottesville scored higher than Roanoke (168 at +60.5) or Asheville (26th at +63.7). I would be interested in seeing the non-rated similarities between these high-ranking towns, as off the cuff I'm seeing a low level of diversity in race or culture and a high level of small towns in the positive rankings. I love Gallup, but as everyone knows, it's all about how you ask the question and how you group and weight the answers.
love & peace,
Heidi
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Wednesday, March 8, 2017
Lessons in the Gym
You know that the Universe loves you and wants you to be happy when it starts answering your prayers.
Caveat: This one gets long.
Grab some tea and put on some nice music.
Feel free to come back and read it at a later time.
My feelings won't be hurt, I promise.
Lately, I've been praying for the ability to be calm even in extremely chaotic, stressful, and personal situations that seem to happen so often lately, and during which my emotions go all over the Unhealthy Map, wrecking my peace of mind and playing havoc with my physical system.
So yesterday, in a renewed commitment to self-care, I went back to my regular Tuesday routine: acupuncture, therapy, sauna. How blissful and restorative. Then it happened: two women in the sauna that I had never seen before had stuff spread everywhere -- phones with house music cranked to full volume, water bottles, unused headphones and hair bands, towels. I navigated the explosion of personal affects and sat down on the bench. The one woman spoke to me, "Someone's sitting there." I was confused, because, clearly, I didn't bump into anyone as I took my seat. "She just went to get some water." I continued to say nothing. "That's her phone," the woman said, gesturing well-manicured, glittery nails to the device blaring house music. She looked at me pointedly. "This is me not saying anything," I said calmly. "It's harder than you might think." I closed my eyes again. "This is me not saying anything about you being in here with no clothes on," she said in an openly hostile and disapproving tone of voice. I opened my eyes and looked at her to figure out if she was serious. Not only was she serious, she was staring a challenge at me, clearly expecting a response. "Oh." I said. I closed my eyes again. (For the record, I was covered with a towel, but that's not exactly required. You can be buck-ass naked if you choose. I like that.) She proceeded to go on a tirade about how no one wanted to see my naked self. I didn't say anything.
The woman of the personal effects came in, took one look at me, and proceeded to get huffy. The other woman started telling her about how she told me not to sit there but how I said I didn't care. All this conversation had to happen at top volume to be heard over the music, of course. When the conversation was getting nasty-personal about how I looked and behaved and didn't have the right to sit in the one place where there wasn't any stuff, I felt my inner panic routine ramp up. But then, I saw the middle-school moment for what it was -- completely unrelated to me and really sad -- and it derailed altogether. By realizing I didn't have to participate in this little drama-fest, it didn't take long for my heart rate to come back down (FitBit had it at 188 at the peak-my max is considered to be 178) and the fluttering in my chest to subside. I started breathing normally again, just in time for them to decide to run me out of the sauna by dousing water on the rocks repeatedly and turning the music up even louder and -- dig this -- singing along. Yeah, I still didn't care.
Even after the second bucket of water was dumped, one ladle at a time, my heart rate didn't go anywhere near what it was when they were being all MeanGirl about the whole thing. Of course, it really did get hot in there, and they had to take breaks -- once to get more water for the rocks and twice to go tell the manager that I was *gasp* in there without anything on under my towel. The second time, the counter person came in to see what was up. I waved and said "Hi, Sarah." She looked at me long and hard, told the women that I was perfectly fine the way I was (duh!!!), waved and left.
See there? That's the Universe giving me the opportunity to get what I asked for -- peace and serenity in the face of toxicity.
I just had to step up to the plate.
Bonus: I got a really good steam room workout without having to leave the sauna, even though the steam room is down for repair this week.
Thanks, Ladies!!
love & peace,
Heidi
Monday, March 6, 2017
Guess who learned how to knit?
After her bath last night, Vivian asked to learn to knit. So of course I got her all set up and walked her through it. She's a natural, actually, and has quite the knack.
It was a lovely weekend, with time for playing with neighborhood friends on Sunday evening after rest time Sunday afternoon. Church was wonderful and centering as always. We made traditional Irish soda bread (no yeast, four ingredients, simple as can be and oh-so-delicious) that turned out Just Right for everything, but especially for French Toast.
Life is good.
It was a lovely weekend, with time for playing with neighborhood friends on Sunday evening after rest time Sunday afternoon. Church was wonderful and centering as always. We made traditional Irish soda bread (no yeast, four ingredients, simple as can be and oh-so-delicious) that turned out Just Right for everything, but especially for French Toast.
Life is good.
love & peace,
Heidi
Sunday, March 5, 2017
Saturday, March 4, 2017
Friday, March 3, 2017
This life is yours.
This life is yours. Take the power to choose what you want to do and do it well. Take the power to love what you want in life and love it honestly. Take the power to walk in the forest and be a part of nature. Take the power to control your own life. No one else can do it for you. Take the power to make your life happy. ~Susan Polis Schutz
love & peace,
Heidi
Thursday, March 2, 2017
The Olive Oil is here
Tuesday I had the stress test (all looks good) and was fitted with the event monitor. By the time that was done, I was wiped out, but we had dinner with friends planned, and it was wonderful, but went on way too late -- I am in no position to be seeing the other side of midnight any more. I was beyond tired when we got home, and there was a story of dropping into a ditch and jarring the bejeezus out of our necks, and that left me pretty achy and cranky to boot.
I'm supposed to wear the event monitor for a month. So far, one or more of the four leads has managed to fall off every 30-60 minutes, freaking out the monitor and causing me to DropEverything and tend to it. I haven't been this distracted and out of sleep since Vivian was 4 weeks old. This morning I picked up some paper tape to hold the sensors in place, and it's working for now. Thank Heavens!!
Today, I'm still super tired.
But the first shipment of olive oil came yesterday, and I'm tickled.
Can I just tell you that it is so goo d I might never go back? It is so super smooth and rich that I could just sit around a lick it. We had it on the night's freshly made bread with a little oregano and salt in the dipping, and it was a-MAZ-ing.
I am still tired today, but I'm in the office and getting it done.
I'm looking forward to the sauna while Little Miss swims tonight.
I'm supposed to wear the event monitor for a month. So far, one or more of the four leads has managed to fall off every 30-60 minutes, freaking out the monitor and causing me to DropEverything and tend to it. I haven't been this distracted and out of sleep since Vivian was 4 weeks old. This morning I picked up some paper tape to hold the sensors in place, and it's working for now. Thank Heavens!!
Today, I'm still super tired.
But the first shipment of olive oil came yesterday, and I'm tickled.
Can I just tell you that it is so goo d I might never go back? It is so super smooth and rich that I could just sit around a lick it. We had it on the night's freshly made bread with a little oregano and salt in the dipping, and it was a-MAZ-ing.
I am still tired today, but I'm in the office and getting it done.
I'm looking forward to the sauna while Little Miss swims tonight.
love & peace,
Heidi
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