Just a quick note: apologies to those I failed to get in touch with, phone or visit. I'll phone when I get back to Hilo, which is better to do with a land line anyway.
We just took our granddaughters to the school bus for the last time. This evening we'll be going to a music and dance extravaganza at their school. That will be fun!
My older daughter said something last night that really struck me, and I am going to be mildly indiscreet and share it. I hope this does not depress anyone. She said that at work sometimes people don't want to do what she says but she makes them do it anyway because she is right and in the long run they realize that. In my entire life I have never been in that position: in school, in my family, at work. It did not matter whether I was right or not, because I had no power. I could be as right as right could be, but it made no difference, because I had no authority.
I wonder how many other people are in my position. It has taken me all this time to realize that this has been the story of my life, and denial being what it is I'm sure that this is an unrecognized and common affliction among the powerless. At best, I have been able to prevail in some small matters. But everything I say or do has been called into question for as long as I can remember. This has forced me to explain my position, always, or just give up, whereas so many others simply get their way with very little trouble.
As an example, one of my last struggles was trying to convince my boss(es) that the best way to teach writing was to allow students to write. I ended up passing out worksheets and correcting grammar mistakes, because it was too difficult to do anything else. This kind of defeat has sapped my confidence and is typical of what happens to me.
Sorry to be Debbie Downer here. But that is how it goes sometimes.