Presence

Weekly Angst Report

October 26, 2024
A tree with yellow, green and orange leaves.

The trees are changing, and they are beautiful. They do not appear to be worried about the election. I wish I could be more like the trees.

I ate an entire Costco-sized bag of Skinny Pop this week. They had it on sale at the Grocery Outlet. I exhibited an enormous amount of self-control and almost didn’t buy one. But then I did.

It didn’t even take an entire week to finish the bag. More like three days, actually.

I also just opened up the bag of Halloween candy that I bought, in case any kiddos venture down my dark road on Halloween night. It’s full of Reese’s miniatures and tiny KitKats. So far, I’ve only eaten one. But I predict I will sample more before the night is over.

I’m not sure why I have been so drawn to snack foods (or what my Mom used to call junk food) this week.

Could it possibly have anything to do with the imminent election? Yes, yes it could. The upcoming election, and my nest which is still empty, and also a radical change to my work life that I am still adjusting to. I gave up my position as the onsite massage therapist at Mercy Center about two months ago. I was blessed to serve there for more than twelve years. I moved my massage practice down the street, less than a mile away, and am renting a lovely space at a local chiropractor’s office. So far, all is well. I am able to do massages for some of the chiropractor’s patients (which is helpful financially) and then can also use the space for folks I’ve worked with before.

Still. It’s a big change, not an easy one.

I am also prone to eat Skinny Pop when my sweet brain travels down worrisome rabbit trails. It dawned on me, just today for some odd reason, that my massage therapy website was not ADA (Americans with Disabilities Act) compliant. While the vast majority of small business websites fail at this, it doesn’t negate the business owner’s responsibility to follow the law. And if you don’t follow the law? You can get sued, which is happening more and more these days. Seems like there are law firms and individuals who troll the internet looking for sites that fail to meet ADA standards.  Of course, you can hire a company to take care of this for you, but it is not cheap. And to do it myself? It seems complicated.

So until I can figure this out, to ease my worried brain, I did a radical thing. I unpublished my massage website. Just took it off the internet. I know that the chance of someone roaming the internet, looking for ADA noncompliant websites and finding my little site, is miniscule. But once I saw that there was a possibility, because my website wasn’t up to par? The only way to feel at peace was to take the thing down. I’m not even sure how necessary a massage website is for me anymore anyway. The clients who I’ve worked with for years already know how to reach me, and maybe that’s enough for now.

So I feel  better about that. As far as this Ordinary Holy site goes? My research says that “personal blogs that are not used for business purposes are generally not required to be ADA compliant.”  Of course, it would still be a good idea to make the site accessible to folks with disabilities. I get that. There just seems like a lot of coding I’d need to figure out on the backend to make it work.

So that’s my angst report for the day. I finished all the pretzels that I allotted myself (because the Skinny Pop was gone) and then got more. I’m on my third sparkling water of the evening. I moved the portable air cooler and fan back out to the shed. I brought in the space heater.  The weather is changing. It might even rain a little tomorrow. Maybe we finally made it through fire season for the year. But I’m still feeling nervous about a lot of things, including the election. Maybe almost mostly the election. I bet I’m not alone in that.

Presence, Security

Fire Reflections

October 19, 2024

This is a ribbon that the sheriff ties to your front door (or front gate, or front yard tree) when you have been ordered to evacuate because a fire has broken out in your area. If you get a ribbon like this and stay home, the sheriff will not help you if the fire gets close to you. You were warned. After our recent fire, I saw ribbons like this up and down the street that is right above my home. I didn’t realize that folks so close to me were ordered to leave. It probably meant we should have left, too.

First, the good news: CalFire knocked out our recent fire quickly, keeping it to less than 30 acres with no structures destroyed.

Now, the less good news: You never know when a wildfire is going to break out in these parts.

I never dreamed that two weeks ago Saturday would be a fire day for me. Until it was. There are levels of luck with these fires. The luckiest? If you happen to be home when the fire breaks out, as I was that Saturday. Because then you can pack your car, at least a little, as you watch the planes fly overhead and hear the firetrucks rumble up the road, and you can wait to see if you will be under a voluntary evacuation order, or a mandatory one, or maybe none at all. If you are home, you can grab things: clothes, toiletries, keepsakes, photographs.

But if a fire breaks out when you are not home? That changes everything. If you are at work or grocery shopping, as has happened to me in the past, you check the news apps to try and figure out how big the fire is, if it is growing quickly, and whether you can make a run home. The last time we had a fire near us, it started near the freeway, so the authorities ended up closing the freeway. I was able to get home before they did, so I was able to grab my laptop and pack the car. But my next door neighbor? They closed the road before she got home from work. She had another neighbor stop by her home to pick up her computer.

If you can only have a neighbor grab one thing as they are evacuating? You choose wisely. All of my good neighbors have keys to my house now, just in case. But the things that I would have them grab, without question? Biscuit, my sweet dog. His leash is by the front door. And my fat cat. His carrier lives outside the front door in fire season.

We had a little rain this last week, a good soaking. But still, fire season is not over.

So until it is? Continue Reading…