LitaWrites (real_lawyer) wrote,

Tossed Salad Friday

~~ I’m not sure what it sounds like to hear a few dozen out-of-tune instruments being played at once, but the sound coming from Dementia-ville is probably pretty close. While I’m no expert on the decibel levels of shrieking, the patient’s caterwauling may likely be exploding the eardrums of small creatures in my neighborhood.

~~ On the other hand, the aide has been having herself a grand old time — I’ve heard her squealing at a device making what sounds like slot machine noises. She’s playing some kind of electronic gaming and yelling, “Woo hoo!” as a semi-robotic (and slightly inebriated) voice loudly proclaims over the clanging, “WINNA, WINNA, WINNA!” Yet it’s not all fun and games when the patient is sleeping. A more somber version of the voice (think James Earl Jones imitating a cheap android), accompanied by waa-waaing noises, has announced, “TOO BAD! PLAY AGAIN SOON!” at least twice as many times as “WINNA!”

~~ You don’t want to be scrounging for quarters in your purse and then read that George Clooney sold his tequila business for $1 billion. Unless, of course, you want to feel like less than two cents.

~~ I went to a yoga fundraiser for a woman with a vast need for funds to overcome a disabling accident (you can read her story here: I was asked to buy some raffle tickets, so I did.
I then placed them in the first few vessels without reading what I was entering. Did I try for the massage or dinners out at area restaurants? Nope. Did I vie for free yoga or an awesome mat? Nah. People who go to charity or PTA events are probably savvy about raffles, but not me. Apparently, I contended for a free session of behavior modification and nutritional guidance, and I’m a WINNA, WINNA, WINNA!

~~ The yoga fundraiser was held on the same beach as a seafood festival with live entertainment. The cover band was very good, but it’s the first time I’ve saluted the sun to “Cocaine” and meditated to “Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiipe-Out!”

~~ No matter what, the yoga was awesome and the post-yoga view was beautiful:

~~ When the beauty of nature disappears and you or your loved ones can’t get insurance or Medicaid, will you finally stop saying, “Well, what harm can happen seeing what tRump can accomplish?” When every deal is done in secret and only Russia has a window into Washington, will you finally stop saying, “What’s the problem? I don’t even watch the news.” When the long-fought wars for equality are consigned to the redacted scrap heaps of history and your granddaughter dies from a back-alley abortion or your nephew is killed for being queer, will you finally stop saying, “Let’s agree to disagree?”

~~ Politics is everything but sports used to be an anxiety-alleviating pastime. Not anymore! I fell asleep Wednesday night into Thursday morning when the Mets were trailing the Dodgers 2-1. When I awoke and asked Siri if the Mets won, she first told me they were “pummeled” by LA. When asked to repeat the score so I could grab a screen shot, Siri was once again needlessly blunt:

~~ Tomorrow’s my wedding anniversary. It’s a very big number, although not a milestone.
It’s amazing that someone as wonderful as my spouse has been in my life for such a long time without catching wise to all my eccentricities and shortcomings. He says he loves me “because of these things as well as in spite of them.” I’m definitely a WINNA!

Dasvidaniya. Have a great weekend.
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