Carol H Tucker Passionate about knowledge management and organizational development, expert in loan servicing, virtual world denizen and community facilitator, and a DISNEY fan
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beladona Memorial Be warned:in this very rich environment where you can immerse yourself so completely, your emotions will become engaged -- and not everyone is cognizant of that. Among the many excellent features of SL, there is no auto-return on hearts, so be wary of where your's wanders...
Today is the 3rd day of the 6th month, the last day of the work week [assuming a M-F schedule] and the 155th day of 2016. In addition to TGIF, we are celebrating:
Horseradish Days [always the first weekend in June]
Mike, The Headless Chicken Days [moved from May]
Positive Power of Humor and Creativity Days
In 350 Nepotianus proclaimed himself Roman emperor, entering Rome at the head of a group of gladiators. In 713 the Byzantine emperor Philippicus was deposed, blinded, and sent into exile by conspirators of the Opsikion army in Thrace. In 1828 the Gran Colombia–Peru War began over control of the territories of Jaén and Maynas. In 1839 Lin Tse-hsü destroyed 1.2 million kg of opium confiscated from British merchants – and Britain promptly started the First Opium War. In 1888 we learned there was no joy in Mudville -- "Casey at the Bat" was published in The San Francisco Examiner. In 1965 astronaut Edward White became the first American to "walk" in space, during the flight of Gemini 4.
Regret is a bitter, debilitating emotion that can haunt your days and make your nights miserable [the 3AM wakeup, you know what I mean]. It has been a long-standing “policy” of mine not to have regrets, not to dwell on the choices of the past, not to get caught by the “if only” thinking. This does not mean not feeling sorry – especially for damage done to others whether intended or not – or not wishing things had turned out differently, mind you. But despite this resolve on my part, there are a couple of things that do haunt me on a regular basis.
One regret that always comes to mind is the fact that I did not kiss Frank goodbye and tell him I loved him that last morning, one of a handful of times in our relationship that I did not close the door behind him. I was usually so careful to send him out the door with that last kiss and fond farewell because as a cop and then in security, I felt his job might take him away at any time. But that morning, he just exasperated me to no end as he puttered about, full of complaints/questions, and I decided that I had to start getting ready for work or I was going to be late. The last thing I said to him was “we’ll talk about it later” and I left him to get himself out while I was in the shower…. There is no remedy, no going back.
One of the other things that is bothering me is the decision to have Kula put to sleep back in January. Was I too quick? Did I explore all the options, or was I really thinking of my own ease? Was he really ready to go? When my father was dying in Idaho, my uncle, not I went because he thought with a Power of Attorney, he could refuse care for Dad, but the medical staff insisted that I had to be the one – and for three days I would get a phone call from Uncle Harry and would have to tell the staff not to put my father on any assistance and only pain killing meds. That was before cell phones, so I literally had to sit by my home phone and wait for those calls – I’m sorry I didn’t get to go out and see him, but I was okay with making the decision because I knew that was what my father wanted, just like I knew that he wanted to be cremated. But Kula couldn’t tell me what he wanted, I had to guess. This is not just about Kula, of course, but knowing at some point I might have to make that decision for another pet – or a person. How will I will I ever face that decision again without regretting my choice?
“If everything happens for a reason that means you made the right choice even when it’s the wrong choice” ~ Treyco
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