A Good Lesson In Humility

Spring           Waxing Seed Moon

I’ve been working with the Sierra Club for a while now and I’m constantly amazed at how much more these folks know about politics than I do.  I’ve begun to realize that I never shepherded legislation though the legislative process or worked on the ground in a modern political campaign.  I’m a rabble rouser, an agitator, a motivator and an organizer, but political process has never been my strength.  And all along I thought it was.

So the uphill curve has found me panting along behind, running hard to keep up.  At times, like tonight, I’ve felt out of my depth, just not up to the task.  In fact I’ve taken the risk, jumped in and tried to stay afloat.  I’ve not got the total package going on as yet, but I can get there.  A good lesson in humility.

Tonight will be the last night of meds, the penicillin will run out Friday at noon and I believe the infection will be on its last legs, even if they could take awhile to go down.  Yeah.

Lunch tomorrow with Bill Schmidt, talking nuclear power.

Stars In My Eyes

Spring                 Full Seed Moon

I have stars in my eyes.  Literally.  The opthamologist dilated them and I forgot to ask for the reversal drops.  I see little extra rays of light if I look at something bright.

My suspicious nerve has not changed, looks good.  Yeah.

Kate and I plan to try a new Vietnamese restaurant for lunch.  Sounds fun to me.  I always like dates with Kate.

The Dow continues to hop around, uncertain of this or that.  Investor psychology is the whole deal on Wall Street in spite of the fancy numbers and elaborate formulas, even those generated by theoretical physicists.  The  gyrations and chaos of the market make it more appealing to me than it would be otherwise.  I like its tendency to defy expectations.

If something as straightforward, relatively speaking, as the market confounds us, why do we expect life to come in a easy to understand form?  We have many more transmutations than the market.