A week in perspective

This week has been a roller coaster of ups and downs. Last week end started off with a yard sale. My child has been after me for years to have one, and since I was purging stuff I though what the heck I might as well.

Monday it was supposed to continue, but the sunshine and MS caught up with me. I spent the day in bed sprawled out. Well as much sprawling as someone as short as I can.

Tuesday I was summoned for jury duty. I arrived early and wished I had arrived even earlier. I got frisked at the door by the guards because darn it I just can't live with out a belt, which was more action than I had seen in years. The line snaked around corners and down hallways and I was amazed at the hundreds of people who were called. What was more amazing was my place in line was right beside a set of chairs with a sign that said “no sitting”. Tease. One rebel was sitting down, and who could blame him, he had a walking cast on and sported a pair a crutches. I struck up a conversation with him and realized he had been here for a while, but was waiting until the line died down at the end to join the line. I promptly told him that at the least his place was in front of mine and that he could rest there until I got to the front and would summon him. I was amazed that the 200 people in front of him could allow someone to suffer so. About 20 minutes later I rounded a corner and spied some chairs right inside the office that was a ways off. I informed the ladies in front and back of me that I would be right back, I was going to get the guy on crutches, which I promptly did. I collected the man and he sat down in the comfy chairs in the office. I was let back in line and pleased when they processed him quickly. I found the process quiet interesting, but was very surprised how selfish people actually are. I could have opted out for medical reasons and not even had to show up at the courthouse, but I want to do my duty for the country that I love and I figured as long as the case wasn't too long I would be able to handle it. Some of the excuses that people tried ranged from the pitiful to the completely asinine.

Wednesday I got a reprieve from weapons class and busied myself sewing the weapons bag for my Sensei Flowers. I promptly stuck the needle halfway into my finger and had to wipe the blood off the leather.

Thursday and Friday I was in a terrible mental state. I took the days to myself for some reflection and alone time.

Saturday was the MS fundraiser. I spent the morning outside in the cold playing my guitar (only in Canada can it go from -3 to 24 degrees in one day!) I didn't make anything, but the picture of me playing inspired a dear friend to send a donation to the MS Society.

For a 25 dollar donation I was able to get a MS Ribbon tattoo.  I got it on my left calf which had given me some trouble this week.  Not everyone can have a natural pimp walk.  The colour looks amazing, especially considering how uber white I am!  I'm surprised the artist didn't go blind doing it from the glare!

 My brother even showed up and got one to support me and bought his girlfriend a ribbon tattoo to show her support for cancer... hers wasn't 25 bucks though.

I woke again this morning with a renewed spirit and laughed so hard I thought I might have torn something. My friends had dropped some donations off at my house. I always know someone to donate stuff too. I tried on some of the dresses. My poor child was trying to take pictures while keeping the camera still. Most of them looked like I was in a blender she was laughing so hard. BUT I did get a few really epic funny ones which I'll spare you. I think one of them was a shirt. Life is wonderful when you are fun sized!