Airport fury again

It makes me mad. Remember Airport fury back in September.

I line up patiently. Like everyone else. I get my turn. Like everyone else. I successfully get my bag through the Xray machine. Like most people. But then me, just me, gets pulled into a cabin and gets demanded to display my bald head, in all its glory.

Hardly anyone gets to see this part of me. It is very private. Yet these people feel they have a right to expose and embarrass me. As if it is human right of theirs. Well it is not.

If I was wearing my wig, they would not care. But my hats are like a red flag to them, any sight of them makes these people lose any respect or kindess to other human beings.

I can’t believe they have the right to demand I take my hat off. Can I find that out anywhere? Anyone know? Surely us baldies have rights? Isn't that a form of harrassment? Well it feels like it! 

I have had enough. I find it a real intrusion.

The woman today insisted that I had to remove my hat. I argued politely, but she was insistent.

In the spirit of getting to my destination I removed my hat, a little abruptly. I showed her, what hardly anyone else gets to see, my bald alopecian head.  Even my best friends haven't seen me like this.

I am angry. This experience made me mad.

And now I am in a bad mood on what started out as a lovely day.

Grumble grumble.

Ordinary is the new extraordinary

I have heard this expression a few times of late. And each time I like it.

A friend of mine had been talking about how her ordinary days are the best. The time spent with friends and family, just doing regular stuff is what is making the difference. It's not the fancy hotels and the amazing restaurants, it's just the plain and simple ordinary,

The regular day doing simple things. That is what is  is making the difference and becoming the most memorable. 

This weekend was filled with ordinary moments and it was magical.

Having an ice cream in Germany's best creation the "Eiscafe", namely an ice cream cafe. Ok maybe some would argue their cars are better, but whatever. Anyway having ice cream with grandma, was a precious moment. As was watching one daughter do homework with her grandpa. Then there was today's magnificent brunch with friends in the sunshine under a beautiful sky, just like last weekends long and lazy brunch with other friends.

These ordinary things are extraordinary.

We are all healthy and happy and able to enjoy each other so freely. And all of it just a tram ride away.

So what ordinary things are you doing right now?

Would you agree with them being extraordinary?


A new friend

It's bizarre.

This person was in my life for a number of small years. She was someone, for whom I had an inordinate amount of respect. Her knowledge, articulation and assertiveness were impressive. Maybe she espoused the things I desire. Maybe therein lay the attraction. Yet there was no warmth there. No sign of light for a friendship. Maybe a twinke in the dust now and again, but the shutters were closed on this one. In fact, there was even a phase where there was pretty much dislike, even disdain on both sides.

Yet we didn't give up. Maybe we both saw the sparkle but didn't know how to access it. We had it out. We both understood something differently as a result. We both needed this conversation.

Months later, we both found the capacity and the willingness to explore the possibilities and weeks later even jumped in, raw and vulnerable.

The product is now unfolding. I feel a richness evolving. I feel distance and space could be oxygen to this relationship. I have no expectations but I have a lot of hope.

I think we have both realized how important it is to have friends in the workplace. Friends to support each other, friends to tell you the truth and importantly, friends to have your back. I think we both see the value in this. And I for sure am looking forward to this friendship.

Whenever and however it unravels.