In real-time we are coming up on Labor Day weekend, the end of social/cultural Summer for us in the States. Autumn is snapping at our heels. You can feel it in the air.
Lin wants to catch us up in real-time so we can operate like a ‘real’ blog and you all can follow my life as it happens.
Now whoever the devil would want to follow my life is beyond me. Not exactly living like the Kardashians here. (Thank God, actually. Too much for me!)
Anyway, right in the moment we are well. The Beastie Baby can quote Mark Twain, “The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated”. She is coming up on seven weeks post our being told she was dying. We just took a half an hour walk.
I have two days in at school. Hit the ground running. For now I am still functional.
Today was the last class I taught for this DBT module. My colleague is feeling better and wants to come back to teach a module. Since I won’t be hammering you with DBT too much, let me slip this in: living in the moment for the dog and how long the job may last. No amount of worry will keep her alive or keep my vision from failing to below acceptable levels.
Hoping to go kayaking Sunday. May be the last time for the season. However, other things are coming up. My local eye specialists are trying to put together their first educational seminar, hot air ballooning is coming soon and I found a bus trip to Lancaster’s Sight and Sound Theater for their Christmas pageant. Building in things to look forward to makes me a happy camper.
So, if anyone truly wanted to know what I am up to, there it is. Doing OK. Nothing spectacular, but yes, I am continuing to be my irritating self in spite of my vision loss. Can be done with a few modifications.
I did have a couple of ‘low vision dilemma’ moments when I went back to school, though. Wondering what you folks do with people who are overly solicitous and ‘feel bad’ when you are left to your own devices.
I don’t know about you, but I try to work up to my limits and do what I can without help. On the staff day before kids got there, we were on our own for lunch. I walked about a third of a mile to a Subway. A colleague felt terrible I had walked and she had not been there to give me a ride.
I told her I was perfectly capable of asking for a ride if I had wanted one, but it really did not help the way she felt. The thing is, I really am not a masochist. If it had been a chore for me to walk, I would not have done it.
What do you folks do when someone gets all upset when they don’t jump in to help you? This is even when you do not need or expect help.
Where is this in the VIP etiquette book; huh? Give me your thoughts.
written 8/30/207