Beware of the Ides of March

HELLO! good friends, 630 am here on a fine saturday with Rich Red and cobalt skies, the clouds roll over so fast above me and much bird song is present and of course "here comes the rooster"

been away a bit, my apologizes, busy with two jobs suddenly and feeling it after having like a month off. And of course moving back into Outpatient orthopedic, means lots of massages lots of body work and manual therapy, so my hands and wrists and forearms are fucking killing me, I looked in the mirror after one week and was like why are my forearms so jacked up right now?

because they were in a state of tetanus, all froze up.

Lets just say that it has been an adjustment, mostly fun, mostly interesting and challenging.

Some of the patients miss there old therapist, the cancellations continue, thursday my 1 oclock called out, my 2 oclock didn't show, my 330 didn't show....what have I done to anger the hawaiian shark gods?

There is lots of taboo or what is called Kapu, means bad, like brady bucnh and the tiki god idol kinda bad luck, maybe I brought the pork over the pali highway, of course it was in my belly but maybe it still counts.

Went to a celebration of black history month yesterday on the last day of february the 29th which will not happen again till twenty twelve.

Had some decent soul food and spent time visiting some of the "step" programs for the homeless here, first step into a controlled living situation for substance abuse and or mental illness or both, step two get stable, get a job, succeed in the program, step three move across the street to more studio apartment type living, step three after two years stabilizing they basically kick you out so you go get a real apartment, of course it usually just means homeless again, so they go from homeless to home to homeless.

Black history last night meant to me.....

I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry, man I feel like a black person in rural south in the 60's....Ok perhaps an insensitive remark but I can identify on a whole other level from being here, no violence no significant ill will as befallen me, but some of the strange reactions and responses I seem to endure make me realize the subtitities of prejudice and the feelings it creates in those who are the victim....

I try to laugh it off and make fun of it, but It is really interesting watching people get uncomfortable around you.

I won't go into all the details of some of the things, i think I've wrote about it enough but when an older japanese lady retreats a little bit, clutching her pocket book and readies a bracing kinda defensive stance stiffens and keeps a concerned watchful yet nervous stare...."so that's what that feels like"

it doesn't feel good people...watch your nonverbals :)

Thanks for being so patient,