April 7: Thoughts.
April 7: Thoughts
09:30 Yep, Cover 3 would beat that Tight End route; good job, EA.
09:48 I didn’t think I’d feel this cold here in this freezer. I thought I was impervious to it. Must be getting old. Alright, where is that kale? I must have missed it on the first go. Cold, cold … Continue reading “”
Excerpt from Frankl’s Man’s Search for Meaning #2.
Excerpt from Frankl’s Man’s Search For Meaning.
Over the hills of dream,
Beyond the walls of care and fate,
Where the loves and memories teem;
We come to a world of fancy free,
Where hearts forget to weep; —
Over the mountains of dream, my Love,
Over the hills of sleep. Continue reading “Beyond the Hills of Dream”
Words taken from Merriam-Webster quiz, on which I did poorly (7/13). Some are most obscure and perhaps will never be used in quotidian talk. Nevertheless, I chose to give them a place here, else I’ll have to pay monthly to use MW’s unabridged dictionary from which many of these words were selected and whose definitions are only available through this feature. That’s a no-no. Green means I got the answer right, be it through familiarity or sheer luck. Continue reading “Name Calling, I Guess”
Diary entry: Feb 7, 2017. Sleepy in County.
February 8, 2017
Los Angeles, California
One of the perks of being an oncology nurse where I work is that you get to give chemo ‘off-ward’, that is, patients not accomodated on our floor needing treatments will have said treatments administered them, wherever they may be, courtesy of a qualified RN. The task is pretty much straightforward: give the doggone chemo, then sit, — this would encompass active monitoring of the patient and timely charting of findings, by the way — wait, and hope nothing happens during the treatment. Standing is only necessary when taking vital signs. However, if the patient happens to be hooked up to a continuous monitoring apparatus, as the case would be in an ICU setting, being on your two feet becomes optional. Well, maybe not entirely as you still need to leave your chair to take temperatures. Continue reading “Entry – Feb 8, 2017”
Diary entry: February 6, 2017. It Rains.
February 6, 2017
It is six in the morning. It is raining. I know that to many, it is not a thing to be desired, not mainly because we had just gone through a small, yet rather potent, storm just over a fortnight ago, but more so because today happens to be Monday. And if Mondays already bear a stain of reproach, — it (and me) wondering why or how — imagine a rainy Monday! Imagine the dread.
Rainy days will always find a harbor in my soul — always. It matters not on which day it chooses to fall. For who can really deny the dulcet symphony it composes as it strums each blade of grass, bows every branch of trees, Continue reading “Entry – Feb 6, 2017”
every act and example is written in the child’s memory tablet. Let your hours with the children be loving, laughing, living hours. Pat them on the head, joke with them, whisper affection, express love to them. Those acts will be remembered in all their years to come, for you are planting everlasting plants that may pass on to hundred generations and make children happy a thousand years from now.
William Crosbie Hunter
Think — A Book For Today
*This entry was originally written over a year ago; the actual date forgotten. This is a revision, but the facts are kept intact.
His delight was palpable, infectious. I cannot help but be cheerful to see this Korean nonagenarian in grand admiration of, to his point of view, a work of art. It was merely a peripheral IV1 I inserted on his left forearm which I Continue reading “Engineer*”