Never Say Nevermore

“But pain’s like water. It finds a way to push through any seal. There’s no way to stop it. Sometimes you have to let yourself sink inside of it before you can learn how to swim to the surface.” ~ Katie Kacvinsky

“Pain in this life is not avoidable, but the pain we create avoiding pain is avoidable.” ~ R. D. Laing

“It was a long time since he’d done any actual clinical work, and obviously his sojourn among the academics at Saro University had attenuated the professional detachment that allows members of the healing arts to confront the ill without being overwhelmed by compassion and sorrow. He was surprised at that, how tenderhearted he seemed to have become, how thin-skinned.” ~ Isaac Asimov

“Trauma is hell on earth. Trauma resolved is a gift from the gods.” ~ Peter Levine

Maybe an inch of fresh snow. More to come, perhaps a lot, they say. I don’t know. It’s all good. At this time I am still going at it, to pull my consciousness out of that rather dreamy space that helps me heal. Workday today, no way am I going in there half awake. It’s either all or nothing. A young man a few days ago asked me if I am still feeling sick. I told him the actually illness – the virus – had past a couple of days ago, but my lungs were pretty much ravaged. Perhaps hyperbolic, I don’t know. He then asked “What do you mean by ravaged?”. I hate it when they do that. It makes me think they are either a covert therapist or a simply annoying person. I expect that from a therapist as part of their modus operandi. Ravaged means ravaged right? I expect people to know their definitions. And when I choose a word it is because that is the word that most closely conveys my meaning. And I’m like dude my lungs are all sore and stuff, and awww dude I still like get into some epic coughing fits. And dude, I’m kinda busy right now so why don’t you friggin whip out your iPhone and ask Siri dude. Cranky. I hardly know how to effectively talk to people these days. Some of ’em anyway. On a precariously related point, I bought a Kindle Flame to use in its Kindle reader function, so I can read at lunchtime, instead of feeding the ravens and crows, or gawking at existence like some knucklehead. Nah, I’ll still feed the birds. There’s one raven who knows me and knows my car. And he seems to be a positive thinker. Not once have I ever heard him say ‘nevermore’. Interactions with that magnificent bird have been a lesson in patience and payoff. It’s especially fun when he buzzes me while I am eating my lunch in the car with the door wide open. But it’s not about the bird. I’ll use the Fire for reading, but I also consider it to be a research bot. The Fire comes equipped with Alexa, who is much like Siri, only cheaper. The pad only cost me $50, whereas an Apple device with the same capabilities might put me back at least a full paycheck. I just spoke a command into thin air, “Alexa, play Scottish music”. That’s to set the mood for the uphill quest toward the workday. That’s some sweet music she pulled up too! I’ll use Alexa for word definitions and other references as I work on the novel. Instead of stopping to google stuff I can just speak it out loud and viola. Appeals to the teen geek in me, it does. Right handy as well. And on that note, bueno bye, it’s off to work I go.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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