Tilting at Windmills: Going back to school!

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Going back to school!

Well, it's finally time! The doctor said I can go back to work tomorrow.

I have been busy all day trying to get things done that need doing- like digging out school clothes that haven't been seen in weeks. I still need to clean out my backpack so it weighs as little as possible but has all my necessary "stuff" in it. Things like that.

The doctor chose to have me go back tomorrow so that I am starting back with a 2 day week- we'll see how it goes!

OK- back to getting ready!

6 comments:

L.A. said...: Hi LadyDoc,
Glad you're leg is doing well enough that you can get around better. Good luck tomorrow at work. My guess is you'll be a tired camper for the first few days.

I'm celebrating my 40th birthday with a day of papercrafting on Saturday. Send me an e-mail at papercraftinglori@gmail.com and I'll send you details and info about my friend Marge.

Lori; March 26, 2008 at 8:20 PM
L.A. said...: Try this one... digiteach@mac.com

Lori; March 26, 2008 at 9:26 PM
Etha said...: Wow that's wonderful! And a 2-day week sounds perfect to me ;); March 26, 2008 at 9:53 PM
Lee said...: CONGRATS!!!! But definitely take it easy and be extra careful!!!; March 27, 2008 at 1:25 AM
Beth said...: Hoping today went well for you!; March 27, 2008 at 8:01 PM
Cathrine StClair said...: Hope your day was OK today...; March 27, 2008 at 8:57 PM

Why "Tilting at Windmills"?

When I started this blog in October 2007, there was a story here about my connection to "Tilting With Windmills". Much of what was in that post no longer applies. Much other of it still does. So, here's the story.

When I was graduating from high school, more than 40 years ago, a group of my friend presented me with a print of Picasso's Don Quixote. They said it reminded me of them.

I get upset when things are wrong, even though getting upset cannot fix them. I dislike people who are cruel or petty or self-serving, and am frustrated that I cannot change them. I fight a daily battle with my health, although I know that every new day is another battle. I have a husband and close friends who support me, even when what I want or believe seems crazy.

So, the comparison with Don Quixote is perhaps an apt one. The story encourages me to take on the battles I see, even the hopeless ones. It reminds me to try to see the best in people. It comforts me that, in the end, even if my actions are futile, they are not meaningless.

I mean to try to continue "to dream the impossible dream".