I am on Day 5 of my on-call duties and mandatory alcohol abstinence. So far no calls. Two more days to go. I may have to have a martini lunch on Friday. Kidding. Maybe. What the hell. The students are leaving for spring break. Why not let the staff have a little fun. I really think they need to rethink this policy. After all I do have a heart condition, and red wine helps me maintain a healthy heart. Plus I’m hormonal, not sleeping, working through divorce and living away from all that I know and love. Guess they don’t know what all that could add up too without the proper stress reduction methods. A VERY risky policy in my opinion considering all of the possibilities there.
Well, that’s two UPS guys down in two states. Yesterday the UPS guy dropped or threw boxes at our front door @ 5:30 p.m. I had just gotten home from work. Buster went mad. I waited until I thought the guy left and then opened the door the tiniest crack at which time Buster barreled through, took off down two flights of stairs, ran across the lawn into the parking lot AFTER the UPS man. I heard him yell something. I’m chasing in my heels and apologizing as I go. I may never get another package again. Our reputation grows.
Last Friday it was 70 degrees (followed by a Monday in the teens), and I decided for only the second time since I started work to wear a skirt. I picked a beautiful, flowing, feminine skirt, and I must say I felt really, really good. A young Black man with two young children kept looking at me as I walked to the building. I thought he must think he knows me. Finally he smiled, shook his head and said, I LIKE THAT SKIRT! Why, THANK YOU!! I’m soaring now. I have to say Black men and women have thrown out the welcome mat to me, calling me out everywhere I go…Hey, hey, you lady, I like your outfit….tap on the shoulder, nice skirt….mmmm….mmmm…honey that looks sharp, making me smile and feel at home. I find the genuineness refreshing.
Later I enter the infamous bathroom with the office bidet, the toilet that mysteriously flushes and sprays at the sight of you. As I am putting myself together, something doesn’t feel quite right. I reach up underneath the skirt and make sure the lining is down. Yes, lining down. I reach around the back. Everything seems to be okay but just doesn’t feel right. I step out anyway. Luckily no one was in the bathroom. And even luckier yet the bathroom has a full length mirror. I decide to take a twirl and to my horror, I see the end of my skirt is stuck up in my underwear. Just moments from shear humiliation. Like I’ve said before, there is a God. Do I hear an AMEN girls! I am one DAMN LUCKY GIRL! Definitely made my Gratitude list.
The Krispy Kreme run for Juvenile Diabetes went off last Saturday and raised thousands of dollars. Said one student, “I love to run.I love donuts. And it went for a good cause.” Profound. Coming up next: “Down East Heart and Stroke Ball.” No kidding. There’s just too much fun here.
I’m having the interesting experience of counseling Asian students with southern accents. It’s a curiosity.
AND, the state legislature just passed a bill that bans smoking in public places. Pray it makes it through. AMEN SISTERS, my happy hour days may not be over after all.
LOVE TO YOU. Thank you for your updates. Keep the prayers coming. Be well.
Goodnight From Greenville, Dyanne
Dyanne is an inner wisdom coach, psychotherapist, writer, mind-body healer, Integrative Yoga Therapy teacher, certified “Journal-to-the SELF” instructor and creator of https://www.holywhollyholey.comhelping women heal and step into their power. She is the author of the ebook, “Holey Path to Holy Living: A Women’s Path to Healing and Freeing Sacred Feminine Power,” which can be found on Amazon and on her websitehttps://www.amazon.com/Holey-Path-Holy-Living-Feminine-ebook/dp/B01MUI0OOJ/ref=sr_1_13?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1486652110&sr=1-13&keywords=holy+path
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