July 6, 2020
Time flies when you’re having fun. Or, evidently, even if you are NOT.
Week 17 of COVID-19 self-quarantine
Mind you, I’m not complaining, as the alternative to staying home and being healthy would be no fun at all.
In most of our states, positive cases of Covid-19 continue to increase, and there are still many fun-loving, don’t f**k with my personal liberty to have fun, wearing a mask isn’t fun, citizens out there helping ‘Rona’ spread her evil disease.
At least our complex pool is now open so I can do water exercises in the morning. My knees, which never bothered me when I regularly walked via treadmill, do not like walking on the pavement.
TIPS FOR SENIORS
Here are some tips for seniors-who like myself-are staying home for what might seem an eternity.
Complete at least three tasks a day that will feel like an accomplishment.
- exercise– outside or in a pool if you can, at least 30 minutes a day #SilverSneakers Facebook page has some great exercise videos you can do in your living room.
- minimize your possessions–give away, throw away enough stuff so you have at least one empty closet in your home. I know–what a concept!!
- try a new recipe–something vegan or vegetarian if you don’t normally cook that way.
- Eat some dark chocolate every day. Grab a handful and enjoy.
My favorite chips
- If you still keep paper (which I do some) clean out your file boxes. Reuse the blank backs as a note pad.
- read a book in a different genre than usual–lots of free ebooks from your public library and other places
- deep clean your refrigerator–seriously, how often do you do this? It probably needs it
- Keep a prayer list-meditate-or otherwise have a quiet moment
- last, but not least–talk with someone every day–kids, grandkids, friend, shout at a neighbor from the appropriate distance, or the mail person
Peace be with with you all. Stay healthy wear your masks.
December 10, 2019
I’ve noticed the older I get, the more I have forgotten. I also think I misremember a good deal. Merriam Webster defines misremembering as “to remember incorrectly.” I think you’ll agree this seems a ubiquitous trait for any of us who have the opportunity to live into ‘old age.’
Last week, my brother, sister and I went on a road trip to attend the funeral service of our last aunt, our mother’s only sibling. It closed the door on that entire generation of our family from both sides. People we loved and grew up with. None of us cousins from either side are particularly close. And, some of us have already reached, or are nearing, whatever our expiration dates are.
The many conversations we had unearthed precious memories of our childhood into adulthood when our grandparents and parents were still with us. We commiserated the loss of them and held dear the love and the amazing upbringing they gave us. Each of us had different perspectives, but common memory roots.
As I age, I am apprehensive of loosing all the parts of me. It’s important to be able to share with friends and/or families those significant memories which shaped us and now hold us together.
Now, if I can just remember why I came in the kitchen.
September 29, 2019
Today I began reading Patti Smith’s Year of the Monkey. I’m not sure I (a mere mortal) could do her writing any justice by trying to describe it’s lyrical beauty. But, the way it makes my mind wander is a good thing. The Year of the Monkey begins as Smith is spending a few days at the Dream Inn down by the ocean side in Santa Cruz, California where she dreams of many things.
I’ve always been a vivid dreamer. Since I was a small child I remember having dreams almost every night. I have good dreams, bad dreams, scary dreams, sex dreams and just plain weird dreams. Some I remember and some I only remember the feeling it left me with.
I used to have dreams that came true. Like when I dreamed one of my best friends was enjoying lovemaking that would result in a child. About a month later, she told me she was pregnant. Or, when I dreamed that I would find that desk I was looking for and I did. OK, maybe you don’t believe in that. Anyway, I still have ‘problem solving’ or inspirational dreams on occasion. I some times dream of deceased family or friends and wake up crying. I imagine those kind of dreams are fairly common. The night after my mother died, she came to me and said “tell your brother he doesn’t really have to cut his hair to come to my funeral.”
I was also reminded last week by my grandson Justin of some of my ‘out there’ dreams. He mentioned on Facebook about he had been dreaming about living on a Mars colony. I’ve been in outer space in my dreams many times. One I specifically remember looking up and seeing two moons in a brilliant sky and running through a field of strange high grass.
I can’t imagine how people who have experienced real tragedies in their lives handle the awful dreams they must have.
If you are interested in scientific explanations
More from Psychology Today
This one is fun if you want to interpret your dreams
I personally prefer just to enjoy my dreams–even the scary ones after I calm down I’m grateful for them as they make every night an adventure.
November 25, 2018
I hope y’all had a swell Thanksgiving with your respective families. From what I’ve been seeing Christmas season began in October now, with decorations going up in the shopping centers and streets right before Halloween.
The average American will spend $700 on holiday gifts and goodies this year, totaling more than $465 billion, the National Retail Federation estimates. I’m no fan of all the commercialization. However, I realize what I think matters not a whit. More on Christmas economic facts if you are interested.
The hubby and I were on our own for Turkey Day but were in touch with all our relatives via the wonders of modern technology. We watched the Minnesota daughter and family put up their Christmas tree via live chat. I’m wondering if it will survive the two small boys and very large puppy until the 25th.
The kitchen was sticky for a week as Richard worked on juicing 6 gallons of tangerines from our two trees in our back courtyard. We also ate plenty and had multiple bags of gift fruit. (there were a few grapefruit and oranges as well)
Still busy with work both paid and unpaid. But, always make time for reading and live streaming on the telly.
I save quotes from books via my Kindle. Here’s one from Varina, by Charles Frazier. She was the wife of Jefferson Davis, President of the Confederate States. V had a very adventurous and long life. This quote seems to explain not only our history but our present politics as well.
“Take a king or a president or anybody. Put a heavy sack of gold in one hand and a feather-light declaration about freedom in the other. And then an outlaw sticks a pistol in his face and says give me one or the other. Every time —ten out of ten—he’ll hug the sack and throw away the ideals. Because the sack’s what’s behind the ideals, like the foundation under a building. And that’s how freedom and chains and a whipping post can live alongside each other comfortably.”
I leave you with a quote from The Oregon Trail by Buck Rinker for whatever path you are on, whatever your passion is.
“Crazyass passion is the staple of life and persistence its nourishing force. Without them, you cannot cross the trail.”