If I am ever stupid enough to join another Falmouth-based social or political group, I’ve given my family permission to shoot me and call it a mercy-killing.

The Falmouth Weltanschauung is the result of two deplorables: wealth and the influence of the military and the federal government on local institutions (WHOI, MBL, Fisheries, etc.).  As a consequence, the brand of progressivism here is, oddly, bureaucratic, intolerant and conformist.

Alpha and I attended a meeting of 500 Women in Science last night; we attended, that is, until I was asked to leave for being “disruptive”.

Alpha was fantastic: supportive and consoling.  So as not to waste the trip, we went to the Dollar Store on the way home.

Still looks nasty, but the wound is closed, and wearing the compression stockings really helps to keep the swelling down.

Ron and I, mostly I, vacuumed the back of the frig today.  Huge clumps of dust.

Alpha and I visited Highfield for a first meeting of the Gardeners.  We won the door prize!

Alpha stayed for lunch.  Drove her home in rain and sleet.  Nasty Nor’easter.

I think I was triggered by a Netflix episode and a Globe story about adoptees.

Had a shouting match at PT about being a less-than-valued person after I was blown off by the techs, who chose in two consecutive sessions to attend to little women with dark hair.

I had a dream last night about the downside of being a non-blood relative on the Cohen side.

It is unsettling that these things are coming to the surface so late in life.

Distracted, maybe, by job search, I managed to mess up two projects over the weekend.  I kludged a fix of one today.  The other was irredeemable.

I got fed up with the stupid overbooking of PT patients at CCOSM and fired them today.  Sounds like they are notorious for this.

In her book “The New Prophets of Capital”, Nicole Aschoff writes sympathetically about the stories we spin not only to make sense of the world, but also to help ourselves bear its indignities.  To uphold a profit-driven society willingly, workers must believe, in the fact of contrary evidence, that such a society “is worth their creativity, energy and passion” and that it “meets their need for justice and security.”

Miya Tokumitsu

I had PT in Sandwich yesterday, so we brought the elephant back to the laundromat for a second wash, this time with white vinegar as well as soap.

Quite a collection of our neighbors’ deliveries and mail!

Ron treated us to poached salmon dinners at Wimpy’s last night.

He’s looking forward now to his trifecta in May!