Toe twidling revisited

I've gotten into the habit of taking off my shoes and walking around barefoot here. It's much easier to twidle my toes this way.

Toe twidling

Okay, so this post doesn't really belong here, but I thought it was too funny to not write about.

I spent part of the afternoon hanging out with my old lady friend, reading the newspaper and discussing North Korean politics, when the phone rang. It was her daughter. Below is what I heard of the conversation.

"Hello, Dear. I'm good, thank you. Susan's here and she's informing me of the world's happenings. Oh, I'm just twidling my toes. They're in my shoes, Sweetheart, which makes it even more of a challenge. Good to hear your voice. We'll talk again soon. Bye bye."

How I love Mrs. Wallach.

How much longer?

I realized that working in non-profits is depressing. I think I've actually felt this way for a while. The past instances mostly consisted of being overworked and underappreciated.

This new experience with the cancer folks is depressing in a whole different light. I've never learned more about cancer in my life. And not just that, but hearing conversations about people having their friends diagnosed with cancer and wondering how they can help, and seeing people come in with wigs for women, and researching about cancer survivors or parents whose children died when they were two years old. I think it's starting to wear my down.