Tuesday, May 3, 2022
A friendly visitor to the garden
Saturday, April 30, 2022
I Worried, a poem by Mary Oliver
I Worried
by Mary Oliver
I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?
Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?
Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
hopeless.
Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?
Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
and sang.
Friday, April 29, 2022
Thursday, April 28, 2022
My device by Michael Leunig
Sums up my thoughts and feelings about being disconnected from the world of cell phones and computers (at least for a few hours) when I am lucky enough to spend time outdoors or in my garden. The cartoon is called My device and was drawn by Michael Leunig.
Wednesday, April 27, 2022
My blog posts about My Brilliant Friend
For those of you who are just now discovering the HBO series My Brilliant Friend, I can say that you are in for a real treat. I've watched all three seasons to date; the fourth season has been announced and production is underway, with new actresses to play the parts of Elena and Lila. I'm very much looking forward to the new season. The series is directed by Saverio Costanzo, Alice Rohrwacher, and Daniele Luchetti. And if you want to start with the books by Elena Ferrante on which the series is based, you can find them on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
Here are two posts I wrote in 2019 and 2020 about the books and the series respectively; I'm posting them again today:
A New Yorker in Oslo: My Brilliant Friend is a brilliant HBO series (paulamdeangelis.blogspot.com)
Tuesday, April 26, 2022
What is there to miss?
There is nothing that I miss about the work world I left behind. There are however several people who seem to be 'waiting' for me to say that I miss working and miss my former workplace. Every time I'm together with them they ask me if I miss working. The answer is always no. I reassure them that I made the right decision since they seem to be worried that I made the wrong decision. They seem to think that they know me better than I know myself. I tell them that wild horses could not drag me back to what was. I've learned (finally) to let go and to live in the present. My workplace belongs to the past. I don't worry about the past and I cannot predict nor do anything about the future, so the best place to live is in the present. I jokingly say that I retired to spend more time in my garden. But it's really the truth. My garden is my happy place.
I was speaking with one former colleague yesterday since we still socialize from time to time. She had just gotten off the phone with another former colleague who updated her on all the doings at my former workplace. Summa summarum--nothing has changed. Nothing will change. The big egos are still running the show, rude as ever to the researchers they deem worthless (those who don't drag in a ton of money). Rude also to the clinicians who are doing research (or trying to) in addition to their clinical duties. What is there to miss about this type of workplace? Egotistical arrogant superficial uninteresting people (the majority of whom are men). They think they are going to live forever and carry on as though they will. And they can do so for my sake. I don't care a whit about them.
I also grew weary of the bureaucratic systems that were built up around the practice of science. There are forms to fill out and online systems to learn at every turn. Work life in the public healthcare system is simply about having your every move tracked by one or another system. As my husband says, they exist because there is no longer any trust between employers and employees. He's right. I suppose there are any number of employees who are scoundrels, who cheat the system if they can get away with it, who abuse it and thereby abuse fellow colleagues (in my experience it has been top leadership that has abused the system but that is another story). So the systems grew out of that mistrust. However, the systems now exist by and for themselves. It is very important as a researcher to know how the accounting and ordering departments work in detail, something that has never particularly interested me. I grew up professionally at a time when these departments were support systems for us. Now they dominate the work lives of most researchers, who already use a large amount of time reporting to the granting agencies that give them money to do research. Updating the latter is important, I grant that, but it is not necessary to update them several times a year. Once a year is enough.
Many pathologists with whom I used to work are leaving the public healthcare system for private labs. I can totally understand this. I wish I had left the public healthcare system years ago. Thankfully there are more private research labs to choose among at present, so that younger researchers don't have to tolerate what we older researchers had to tolerate. The private labs are efficient; they don't waste time on endless meetings and they let their employees do their jobs. A friend of mine, who is now retired, put it this way; he said that all he wanted to do was go to work and do the job he was paid to do. But he couldn't, because he had a boss who insisted that he go to useless meetings and learn administrative systems for which he had little use. What is the point of all of this? He told me that this emphasis on administrative systems is now called New Office Management. Whoopee. I suppose it replaces New Public Management? Who the heck knows, and who the heck cares?
Life has different stages, different chapters. Best to start a new chapter when you have the health and presence of mind to do so. Best to start anew with a sense of anticipation, of fun, of adventure. So no, I don't regret retiring. I transitioned into a new life, one that I'm grateful for and one that makes me happy. If other people don't accept that, that's their problem, not mine.
Thursday, April 21, 2022
Monday, April 18, 2022
The need for peace
This is so true. The 'tired' that requires peace is the type of tiredness that I experienced on a daily basis for the past decade, before I retired. Weariness of soul is another way of describing the tiredness. There is no such thing as peace in modern workplaces, no such thing as respect or understanding for those who enjoy working alone and for those who tend toward introversion. No, you must be on all the time, available all the time, willing to attend pointless meetings ad nauseam and willing to be a team player. If you don't like any of these, you won't thrive. There is no longer any support for differences between people; we must all be the same, like the same things, feel the same way, and agree on specific issues even when we don't agree. Honesty is not valued; conformity is. Leaders don't want to hear the truth, they just want you to agree with what they want and decide. Many modern workplaces are just unhealthy places to be, causing anxiety, distress and negativity. They wear you down.
In 2016 I was blessed with a considerably-sized garden plot in a local allotment garden. It has given me peace and the chance to reflect on different things while I do the work that the garden requires. There is nothing else like it for the chance to know happiness and true peace.
Thursday, April 14, 2022
Thursday, April 7, 2022
The World I Live In by Mary Oliver
A beautiful poem by Mary Oliver......
I have refused to live
locked in the orderly house of
reasons and proofs.
The world I live in and believe in
is wider than that. And anyway,
what’s wrong with Maybe?
You wouldn’t believe what once or
twice I have seen. I’ll just
tell you this:
only if there are angels in your head will you
ever, possibly, see one.
Tuesday, April 5, 2022
Blooming in the absence of competition
“A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it. It just blooms.”
– Zen Shin
I like this thought. If we all could just bloom and shine according to our individual talents and God-given potential rather than compete in a destructive way, the world would be a better place. However, having said that, I have witnessed competition in the plant world. Two geranium plants in one pot will eventually lead to one of them thriving and the other dying; one outcompetes the other for survival given limited resources. So the natural world is not free from competition for survival. However, plants seem to have adapted to a system of peaceful coexistence much better than we humans, for the most part.
Friday, April 1, 2022
If you can't say something nice
Thursday, March 31, 2022
Having to listen to windbags
More and more I understand what I wanted to escape by retiring when I did. I wanted to escape endless useless meetings that were dominated by the same people who talked and talked and in the end did nothing except check off one more meeting on their daily schedule. While the rest of us put aside an hour or two for these meetings, when we had plenty of real work to do, the meeting addicts held us captive while they proceeded to talk endlessly about nothing at all. At least that's my take on it. Percentage-wise I'd say that about twenty-five percent of all meetings actually led to a desired result. The rest were just excuses to waste time in my estimation. I know I am being judgmental, and I wish I could think and feel otherwise. But in my former workplace there was a lot of hot air floating around and eventually my body just couldn't take it anymore. I got restless physically and mentally and just wanted to escape whatever room in which we were trapped.
I was reminded of this last night when I attended the annual garden meeting held by our allotment garden. The board leader held order and had a list of things to be discussed. It was all going well until the room was open for discussion of some particular issues. That's when the windbags opened their mouths to overstate the obvious. I wish I could say that what they uttered had a point, but there was no point other than to harangue the rest of us for thinking incorrectly. One man in particular was the worst; he chided the rest of us every time he opened his mouth, saying the same exact thing at least five times. A domineering man who likes to hear himself talk, who pounded the table first when announcing that he had something to say. Which of course was important, at least to him. It was torture to listen to him. The rest of us could have rolled our eyes but didn't. We were not rude; he was. That's when the board leader should have stepped in and stopped him but didn't. Or if she tried, it wasn't firmly enough. I caught the eye of the woman sitting across from me at the table, and we tacitly agreed that it was painful to listen to this man drone on and on. It made me wonder if some people feel they have so little stature in life that they need to assert themselves in settings where it absolutely has no place. This was a garden meeting after all, not a high-level diplomatic government meeting.
I shouldn't have let the meeting ruin my evening, but it did. I was reminded of Sartre's comment 'hell is other people' when I thought afterward about the meeting and some of the very strange people who frequent such meetings. It's hell to be stuck in the same room with domineering windbags. What is fun about sitting for two hours in the same room with these types of people you barely know and will probably not get to know (or want to get to know) in any meaningful way? I made myself a promise that I will not attend these meetings in the future. It goes against my grain to disengage from such things, because I know it is important to be involved, but I cannot stomach being harangued anymore by windbags. I've had enough of it to last me a lifetime.
Thursday, March 24, 2022
Honeybees enjoying the snowdrops
It's still quite early in the season, but the snowdrops have bloomed first as they always do, providing food for the honeybees that are no longer dormant in their hives. We've had exceptionally nice weather in Oslo for the past two weeks, with daytime temperatures around 50 degrees F. So the bees are out in force during the early afternoon when the sun is at its warmest. I took this video the other day and wanted to share it with you. Turn up the volume for full effect!
Wednesday, March 23, 2022
Movements through the landscape
This book is a collection of poems originally written in Norwegian and translated into English. I am planning to publish the Norwegian version as an e-book here in Norway.
Rat and the modern lifestyle
My laugh for the day, thanks to Stephan Pastis and Pearls Before Swine ......I always get a kick out of Rat.