A petulant contrarian takes his bat and ball
Play by his rules or don’t play at all
You’re welcome to sit at the children’s table
Your membership card is purely a label
Majorities are a democratic dream
Sold the fantasy to the extreme
Somehow claiming the moral high ground
But where only the minority is found
Now as the world turns slowly burning
Eyes open to the virtues returning
Consign the child to go play at home
Where he can wonder why he’s all alone
Today I’m feeling:
Ok in the morning with exercise, coffee and hanging with the kids. My classes were ok, though I could feel a little sense of doubt in myself today. I’m not sure where that has come from.
After my second class, I had thought that I could stay around to do my grading but I felt so exhausted that I decided I couldn’t wait to check out and came home and got into bed, asking Amy to wake me again after 90 minutes.
I kinda dozed and felt a little better for a while afterwards but still not 100%.
Health:
Physical: 6
Mental: 7
Today I’m grateful for:
Art giving a suggestion for someone to renovate Kim’s room. Along with someone Amy’s mum knows, we can get a price comparison.
The best thing about today was:
Nothing stands out today. My day at school was enjoyable enough until I ran out of energy and since then I’ve just felt flat.
What was out of your control today and how did you handle it?
When I got home (and after my nap) Amy told me that her dad got bad news from his 6-month follow-up after his operation to remove his cancer. Now it’s back again and as they want to operate quickly, he (and Mum) won’t be able to go on the planned family trip to Japan.
On top of the stress of Amy’s brother returning to the family house recently, the family is a bit stressed at the moment.
Something I learned today?
Our school director’s father passed away and we got a message about his funeral details. People offered condolences to the message sender which I thought was a little odd and it then made me wonder: what is the director’s name and did anyone receiving the message even know?
Folks want to keep up appearances and, as Nancy said, ‘be respectful’ to go to this funeral. I guess I don’t fit in, finding it strange to go to the funeral of the father of a guy whose name I don’t know just because he runs the place I work at.
