Care Package

I received this amazing care package from Jo, the directory of the UW-Parkside library while I was working at the archives there.





School supplies, band aids, lip balm, a book on introvertedness (I don't identify quite so strongly with that label as I once did, but I certainly feel that way sometimes!), hot cocoa mix (yay!), hair ties, a bottle of good honey, and even a fall jacket and a rune-casting set among other things! Not to mention a gift card. I'm so humbled.

Part of being prosopagnosic means that when I'm in a work situation that allows for it, it's really easy for me to settle snugly into my little niche and just deal with the same people the vast majority of the time. Being down in the basement at Parkside, I didn't see a lot of the other people in the library very often. It was nice when I did, but I'm so used to being in fear that I won't recognize someone, or worse, misrecognize someone I should, that I don't leave my social safe space as much as I'd like to. (I find myself doing that here in New York, too. It's hard to overcome decades of habit.)

So as much as it's a reassurance that I have people who believe in me and care about me over long distances, receiving such a wonderful gift from someone who was a coworker and manager and who also cares about me as a person is a heartening reminder that some of those fears are not altogether rational. That in being who I am, I'm not necessarily being antisocial or aloof. That people appreciate and care about me, even in a professional setting.

The amazing support I have from so many people from so many aspects of my life makes me feel like I can do it, even on days when I wonder a little bit whether I can. (I did so many dumb things yesterday....) Thank you.

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Soma FM's "Space Station Soma" station is going to be a very close companion of mine for the next two years, I think. That and some of the hot cocoa from my care package has made this evening better as I sit and work on a writeup of a topic for my research design class.

There was an amazing sunset outside today. I stepped out to take a few photos and then walked up and down the block to get a little break from sitting. The weather is notably chilly in comparison to the past few weeks.

I found a fourteen page biographical writeup of one of the inventors I'm researching. It's in French, but Google translate gives me an idea of what it's saying. I wasn't expecting to have a lot of luck with the foreign folks, so that was a pleasant surprise.

I ordered a book from the American Association of Geographers. I think it was shipped to the wrong address. But it hasn't arrived there, and it hasn't arrived here, and I haven't heard back on my email or phone calls. I'm kind of stressy about that since I need to read some of it by Monday. SU doesn't have it, and it wouldn't show up until the 17th through ILL. I'm going to call again tomorrow and try and relax; que sera sera.

Di-da-di-dit

There is some techno on SomaFM right now that uses the sound of a train crossing over a break in the tracks as a background rhythm. Do you know that sound? Di-da-di-dit. It's why my favorite Morse Code letter is "L". Di-da-di-dit. Heh.

The song is "Transport" by the Erez Yaary Project. I'll have to look that up. Tomorrow. After I've gotten some sleep.