Bunch

Working with a great bunch today, every single one of the team a joy. Surgeon suggested christmas music, but did not insist.


So I pulled up the Utube, and took requests. G, the Korean* descended anesthesia resident, from Oregon, very funny smartass, started us off with Wham, Last Christmas. I played TMBG's Santa's Beard. N, the Fellow, of Egyptian parentage, from Louisiana, got There Ain't no Chimneys in the Projects, Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings. Dr. H, Surgeon got Bob Seager and Little Drummer Boy. We just played soul for a while, then E, the scrub/musician, asked for Vince Guaraldi's Charlie Brown Christmas. The whole album available, we play that. More soul As they finished the last patient, right before one PM, I put that on again. It's well worth hearing twice.

Or more, I'm listening again.

Clocked out at 1330, with much help cleaning up. A day and a half off, better than some years when I worked trauma center hospitals.

P, whose husband went fishing in Alaska in the spring, gave me some of their salmon, still frozen. I nearly wept. I'd asked her, joking, for just a wee bit, when she was telling of his fishing adventures, months ago. She gave me two large fillets, several meals for me, in a shiny bag and bow. (We know not to wrap gifts for each other - too much like work.) Told her it was the best present I'd been given in many years. It really is.

Sun bright and warm, 40˚F/ 4C, everything melting. Moby out for a long stretch, sniffing everything, slipped on a bit of icy snow, but kept going. A chance to bask. After so much cold, then smog, then snow and grey skies, this little thaw is a moment of ease.


May you find as well suited a joy.



*I asked him if there was a humor gene common in Koreans. He seemed to think it might be a valid theory.