Before I get too involved in caregiving, I want to get some aspects of my own life in order. Priorities: locate Curves for a tri-weekly workout, and find a convenient WIFI connection. As I write this, I'm sitting in Krogers at a table by the Starbucks Coffee kiosk. I'm able to access the Internet and download email, but I cannot send email from my mail program. I'm sure there's a way to reconfigure my SMTP (or whatever) but why does it have to be so complicated?
I also tried the county library, which boasts WIFI. However, it seems their system doesn't like Macs. Arghhhh! I'm feeling discrimination once again.
I did find the nearest Curves and had a good workout. It's located in a mostly African-American neighborhood and there were only two of us white gals working out. But there's something about grunting and sweating together to upbeat music that erases any other differences. I was reminded of a recent dialogue in my Christian Ed class in which we speculated about how Blacks would feel if they wanderred into our nearly all-white church in the nearly all-white suburbs of Salt Lake. Would we make them feel welcome? Would they choose to stay in a place where they might feel out-of-place? No grunting and sweating there to mute the color differences. Would our friendliness, enthusiastic worship, and singing make them feel like staying?
Well, I've been AWOL from my caregiving duties long enough, so I'd better get back pronto.
Sue
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