Visit with Mom

I have been attending a virtual workers comp convention the last few days [my excuse for not blogging]. My right foot has been gouty as well. Makes me pretty crabby. Sorry Beth.

I got up today and watered the garden. Everything looking great. All veggies in full bloom. Then Beth and I meditated. On to the convention. Boring as hell. I miss the social aspect of the real convention. I have been going twice a year for almost twenty years.

I am going thru some loss over retirement. We had a virtual workers comp board meeting yesterday. It might be my last. I'll miss that group. Smart committed individuals. I gave up my seat to a friend who deserved to be on the board. Life goes on. Whatever has a beginning has an end.

After my convention today, we went over to Berkeley. Beth had the brilliant idea that we should visit my mom - outside, with masks, safely distanced. I had not seen her in over three months.  Nice visit with Lynn, Phyl, Jason, Lola and Daisy.

Lynn had foot surgery recently.  

We stopped for some take out Japanese at Kirala in Berkeley. Then, we drove across the bridge to SF. Weird to be back at the condo. It feels so empty. We don't really live here anymore.

Beth wanted me to watch the Sound of Music with her. I resisted. Still crabby. I just wanted to lie in bed and do nothing except be off my gouty foot. 

She persuaded me. I layed on the couch with my foot up and watched with her. The Sound of Music was not part of my growing up experience. I think I watched it for the first time, as an adult, with Beth. As I watched it tonight, I noticed that it made me feel a little uncomfortable. I cannot relate to the people, place and time of the movie. I came around by the end of the movie - I enjoyed it.

I am trying to put my finger on why I felt that way about the Sound of Music. I felt poor and Jewish growing up. These people were sterile white rich folks. I guess I felt like an outsider growing up. Part of that is still with me. Like how I felt very left out around Christmas. I still have a little chip on my shoulder.

This must be how people of color feel all the time.  Changes are necessary. 

Foot starting to feel better. Can't wait for tomorrow.

the bear