Do It Myself Blog – Glenda Watson Hyatt

(Photo credit: Philip Mason)

Yesterday, in the elevator, on my way up to see Darrell at the hospital, a woman with a staff ID badge was getting off at 3F (the elevator’s front door). When the door opened for her, she asked if I was getting also getting out.

I replied, “No, 3R.”

She pressed the 3R button again. The door didn’t open. 3F began closing. She hit another button to keep 3F open. She said 3R wouldn’t open.

I replied confidently, “Yes, it will.” From experience earlier that week, I knew 3R was not quite the same floor as 3F; it was a few feet higher. 3F needed to close to get to 3R.

With all of its buttons pressed, the elevator was confused and didn’t know what it was supposed to do.

Flustered and annoyed, the staff woman said, “Ma’am, that door won’t open. I have a woman I need to meet with.”

I wasn’t preventing her from leaving through 3F. In fact, I was hoping she would get out so that I could get to where I was going. I repeated, “Yes, it will.” The past two weeks have been filled with uncertainty, but I knew the door would open. Besides, why would there be a 3R button? I began wondering who the disabled one was.

Finally she surrendered and allowed 3F to close. The elevator continued up and 3R opened.

“How did you do that? I’ve never been up here,” she uttered in amazement.

Sometimes one door needs to close before another one will open!

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Last Friday my husband was rushed to the hospital with what we thought was a severe case of stomach flu. It turned out to be a gall stone attack.

Darrell had his gall bladder removed this Friday, after three hours on the OR table. He is recovering in hospital and his parents are here to help him.

Right now my mind is too scattered to blog, although there is much to blog about. Regular blog posts will resume once chaos returns to normal.

Thanks to my friends who have kept me relatively sane over the past week!

Thanks for stopping by the Readers’ Café – the place to gather and to share. However, I’m not currently here. I am on my way to the 2008 “Misbehaving Woman of the Year” Recogntion Event, Fundraiser and Clothing Swap – a fundraiser for the Avalon Women’s Centers.

I am being honoured with one of the “Misbehaving Women” Awards, which are based on the Laurel Thatcher Ulrich quote “well behaved women seldom make history” and honours women who have refused to be pulled into the cultural drift of complacency, who have dared to make a difference, taken a risk and enhanced the lives of women in her community. Where is the fun in being well behaved?! Details and, hopefully, photos from the event will be forthcoming.

Readers’ Cafe will open again in two weeks on Wednesday, March 19th, at 4pm pacific. Stephen Hopson from Adversity University will be our featured guest. Hope you can join us then.

For now, I’ll leave you with this qoute that I love and perhaps embodies Misbehaving Women:

Life shouldn’t be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, totally worn out and screaming, “Woohoo, what a ride!”

How many times a day do we wish we had more time? More hours in a day or more days in a week to get everything done that we feel we need to do.

Well, the good news is today is that “more time”. Once every four years we receive an extra day, an extra 24 hours. February 29th is the gift of time. What are you doing with this precious gift?

Sorry to cut this post short. I need to grab some lunch before rushing out to an important meeting. It makes me wonder if we would use “more time” any more wisely than the time we are given now .

Have a great weekend!

Yesterday I began cleaning out the resource area of my office, making space for new ideas, new energy and new such. Much was dated 1998, 1999, and 2000 and quickly filled the recycle bin – I can find more up-to-date information online if I ever need it, so why hold onto mouldy-smelling papers? It felt good to get rid of that stuff. I have several more bins to fill before I’m done!

But, I did find one postcard that I bought back in university at the campus bookstore. Seeing it still makes me laugh.

“This town ain’t accessible enough for the both of us.”

The cartoon is drawn by John Callahan who became a quadriplegic resulting from a car accident. His cartoons reflect life from his own unique perspective. His sense of humour is dark and oftentimes politically incorrect, but hilarious in a way. Explore his website at your own risk!