Three

Three books that have shaken my worldview.

Gone-away Lake. This was the first non-picture book I read. I had been afraid to read so much text, daunted by the lack of colorful illustrations. For my reading level, I resisted reading a long book for a long time. But I plunged in, randomly picking this one from the shelves, and loved it. I became a reader that week.

Hitchhikers Guide to the Universe. Taking absurdity to an almost spiritual level, Douglas Adams broke open my over serious and rule ridden conscience. I finally got the Cosmic Joke.

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy. I had tried to read it, on recommendation, but could not get through the many names and complexities. But there I was in Saudi Arabia, with little to do with my down time, and D coaxed me through his favorite book, and I kept at it. I can still read this one with great pleasure in the richness of the story and the wit of the dialogue and the depth of the insights.



Three movies that make me wish I'd written the script.

Murder My Sweet. Which is kind of cheating, being based on the incomparable smart-ass dialogue of Chandler from Farewell my Lovely. And Dick Powell delivers it so well.

The Big Labowski. The Dude never says anything he hasn't heard someone else say. I know these people. Every character has such a potent voice. Such amazingly particular humor that improves with every pass.

Young Frankenstein. I giggle just thinking about it. "He vasss...... my BVOYFRHIEND!"


Three things I like about myself.

I love my own sense of humor, and ability to come up with that most pointed comment that gets the best laugh occasionally. And making my friends laugh often.

I love my own ruthless nurse competence delivered with calm, kind reassurance.

I love that I can come up with the perfect metaphor so often, the one that elicits understanding, and if I am lucky, a laugh.


Three careers I could have been good at.

I could have been a Muppeteer.

I'd have made a good librarian. I spent so much time as the hands in libraries, I have an instinct for where stuff is. I like finding information for questers. I have never killed anyone for a stupid question. Yet.

I'd have been a good clinical massage therapist, as long as I didn't have to do the business and billing side of it.

Three things I say to myself.

Breathe.
Life is good.
It's quiet... . Too quiet.


Three things I know that I didn't three years ago.

Every stop on the Green Line.

How much the ADHD was effecting D.

How flexible I am, and how far I have come. Being a traveling RN for over a year was so difficult, but I am immensely reassured at my own ability to deal with so much change and challenge, with the Mighty Weapon of Cheerfulness.