Siege Diaries 4/25/2021

Today’s Daily Stoic writing prompt: Am I willing to admit when I am wrong?

This is kind of a strange admission to make, but there is a certain kind of pleasure I derive in having to admit that I am wrong.  It’s not like I seek it out or anything like that.  Instead, it’s a sort of realization that, while it is happening, I am learning.  It teaches me humility.  And in some ways I feel it keeps me off of pedestals.  Living up to high expectations is one thing, but when one is treated as like one is the epitome of perfection, there’s almost a desire to be found wanting in some way.

So yeah, I admit when I’m wrong.  When I do so, I’ve fully investigated what went wrong and know where I  erred, which shows me the pathway to do better next time.  Being able to get off of the defensive and to take responsibility is the first step to getting past a mistake, no matter how small it is.

Had a Zoom call this morning with the CWH crew.  Good to see everyone in decent health (although one noted absence was the guy who just had colon cancer surgery a couple of days ago;  he was definitely missed).  Most of us had had at least one vaccine (or were just about to get it).  I think we all expect it to be June at the earliest before we can get the museum back open again.

I continued to work on my embroidery while attending the Rising Waters baronial meeting, until I found myself volunteering to make a prize for the “Loud Noises” category for the event next weekend.  It occurred to me that embroidering a marginalia drawing of the infamous “butt trumpets” would be a perfect fit.  And while on the meeting I found such a drawing, printed it out, sketched it on fabric, and started working.  I worked on it all through my Pathfinder game, where we finished up the module we were on (rescuing all of the imprisoned slaves in time) and finishing up about half an hour later.


So tomorrow is vax day.  We almost had a glitch in that we found out the driveway paving people were going to be showing up at 7 am–which is wonderful, but it would have meant having to put the car on the street.  As it turned out, it wouldn’t work for our neighbour, either (who we are doing this in concert with) because his daughter, who uses a wheelchair, has an appointment on Tuesday.  So we asked to postpone–and now it will be June (since this was a last-minute opening).   I will admit to being a little nervous about the vax side effects, mainly since it’s been quite awhile since I’ve been actually sick.  I have a couple of things I want to do on Tuesday (a noontime webinar about Frank Lloyd Wright’s cars, and the next CWH book meeting) and I am hoping I will be up for them.  Fingers crossed, but better that than COVID for sure.