Per Linda (even though her whole family has Covid! Dedication!): Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “walk.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
Walk on By
…if you find my choice of entertainment boring, disgusting, or scary. But when the Internet is iffy like the last few days we pull out my son’s collection of The Walking Dead DVDs. He has almost all of them. We are at the Season 2 Episode 3.
Well, there’s one that should have walked a little more.
Let’s take Ms. Warwick’s let’s walk on by
Wish I had a place like this to walk. But walking with a dog makes every path more fun.
I’m still slowly coming around. I’m still doing little bits of everything. What I’m learning in my old age is how even little bits get the job done. What am I on some kind of race? Just with myself. I just need to be patient.
There are a couple rows I’ve added to these watermelon socks.
I’ve added several rows on this pair. I don’t know why I favor this pair over the watermelon but I’m nearly to the arch ribbing.
While we’re watching local news I use the stationary bike while working on Duolingo. It’s interesting how the exercise my legs helps my brain.
When I move to my Dabbling Den, Chris hops on the bike. He’s working very hard lately. He went from five minutes to 30 minutes for 5 miles (like I do). We are neck to neck in this gentle race.
I’m averaging about 45 minutes playing and learning improvisation. I try to do my vocal warmups before playing so that when I’m playing something fun I can sing along. These are some of my favs right now.
And Shiloh our black cat wants to make sure I include her song. That white and blue book? The journal I’ve been keeping up for piano and voice.
From around 10:30 Shiloh and Sammie gather in my Den. Shiloh will walk on the piano keys to let me know what I’m supposed to do. I’ve begun to call her ‘Mom’ as she gets insistent about my practice time. Sammie just sleeps in a little bed under my diamond painting table.
As you can see the sunset beach is nearly finished. Just a bit of sky. All the pinks are done. On to the blues.
This made me laugh. Milo is forever jumping and dancing about. He’s always making me laugh. And when he looks at me with his serious brown eyes, I can hear Morgan Freeman’s voice
Sunset beach diamond painting is nearly finished. Just a little piece of sky. (Why did I suddenly hear Yentl in my head?) And I sealed the smiling turtle. As soon as I can I will hang it in my bathroom.
My fingering weight socks are coming along. Not very fast as thin needles and skinny yarn take more caution, time, eye-strain, nimble fingers.Guess who got a new watch? I’m still learning my way around it. I haven’t figured out how to capture my stationary bike time, distance, or levels. But the work should get reflected in other health numbers.
My new air plants found pinecones for homes.
Some things like the bike are hard to show progress. But my feelings about the tasks should be the quantifiable attainment. The gold star sticker is the happy accomplished feeling.
I’ve been working on “Shilo” on the piano in honor of
Shiloh. She and Sammie find their places in Dar’s Dabbling Den at practice time. I like their company as I stumble through 4 or 5 pieces a day. Once I’m bored with a song it goes by the wayside. But sometimes a song challenges me to the point of playing itself in my sleep.
I keep a practice journal and some pieces shine with my own praise of how well it went, others I actually draw faces sticking out the tongue in raspberries. I keep promising another ‘warts and all’ session. Stagefright keeps stopping me. Soon.
Duolingo is still fun for me. I do it while on the bike as the 11AM local news plays. I think movement while learning helps.
(Stu)diously I’m trying to research and follow gentle treatments for UTIs. It seems to be working. I’m still tired. But the pain is less. I didn’t bike, piano or diamond painting today. I did manage half a row of knitting. But even that was too much. A lot of naps.
But we did get our new sofa delivered and set up. I didn’t take pictures. With the furries we covered it up immediately. But it is nice for extra seating and even sleeping.
Between my daughter, Heather, who gifted us a nice amount for Christmas, my brother and son for putting it together, I feel so fortunate.
Yay! I’m more than halfway finished. The sea is done. Into the sky.
Birthday socks. The Fleegle Heel increases are nearly finished. There’s a chance I could finish these this weekend.
I’ve finally added vocal warmups to my music time. And as of today I actually accompanied myself to Somewhere Over the Rainbow, and God Bless The Child. True my voice was weak as my concentration was on playing. But I take the win that I sang the words. That’s one more line to keep track of.
I seem to only have a half hour on the piano. I’m working increasing my time. I think I’ll try a few quarter hours in the evening.
This is working on the exercise bike. Increasing time or mileage in one sitting. But then grab a ride here and there helps.
And now the daily walks around the yard with Milo, I’m feeling healthier.
If you are a female from young to old, this book will have something for you. Even though I am 75 and a few years beyond menopause, I found things that I might be able to help my physical and mental health even now.
Naomi Watts (Author, Narrator), Mary Claire Haver MD (Author), and Allyson Ryan (Narrator) helped the reader stay involved with the topic that could otherwise get heavy in medical jargon.
Naomi Watts keeps the book personal enough for the average woman to find common ground, even if they don’t follow the same path through the hormonal jungle. Having personal stories with medical backups helps the reader decide about her health.
I was fortunate to listen to the Libby audiobook. I need to get the paper version to research the lists of products or clinics. By the way, this would be a great book for family and friends to have a starting point for discussions. Take notes to share with your medical team.
I was just reading about the benefits of a spoonful of olive oil before bed. Anyone follow this regimen?
I remember my mom giving us Vicks vaporub in a spoon with sugar for coughs. Ugh! I don’t think it worked.
But! A spoonful of peanut butter can stave off blood sugar lows. Still, the sugar is what we leave behind.
I suppose in the day of Mary Poppins when everyone was supposed to take a spoonful of Castor Oil daily for the vitamin D benefits, would need something. That stuff tastes disgusting! There are some who still hold to this routine. Nowadays Castor Oil comes flavored.
Nope. Not ice cream. Time for my two spoonfuls of yogurt. This health thing can disappoint.
Your prompt for #JusJoJan the 4th and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “in front/behind.” Use “in front,” use “behind,” or use them both in your post for bonus points! Enjoy!
I don’t know how other people do it. I am always behind. I rarely get gifts finished or cards sent, yet December gets here and leaves before I’m ready. When I try to get in front of the season, money, illness, depression, etc. jump in and throw me into the deep in making holiday magic the most depressing thought of my life.
This year, Sammie was new and though my brother threw up the trees (and take that however you will), we only donned soft toys and knitted balls. We redecorated every day.
The gift I thought would be ready turned out too small. So I’ll try again. Soon.
What I did enjoy was playing Christmas songs on the piano. It was enlightening and refreshing. And in my style I got a couple of the songs in time for New Year.
Yesterday, ahead of Spring Cleaning, I managed to not only put my Christmas songs away in an orderly fashion, and then, tada! I pulled out a lot of fun songs for this year’s goal: Learn to improvise and compose.
At least two gifts will get to the post office Monday. Yay! Not Easter!!!
Anna Crowe narrated so well that I thought it had to be the author reading her own work. This was a nice hike with a few women on the John Muir Trail. I felt like I was right there without freezing or mosquito bites, vicariously eating a high-calorie diet to keep alive while moving up and down the mountains.
This was inspiring writing for sure. I want to do that kind of camping and climbing. I want to be able to write as well as the author. She felt old in her fifties. But here I am inspired by her and hoping I can find a way to do this kind of thing. It is time to start getting in shape. Maybe by summer, I can walk more than two miles a day. They managed 10 a day. I believe it can be done. I think these old bones would be happier with me if I tried.
If you can’t get into nature, maybe it’s too cold right now. But this book will help make you feel it is summer and you are making the JMT with friends. I recommend this read!
Working on my series: Haven.
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Music major: voice and piano
Mom of four great adults
Reiki II practitioner
I have been on disability/retired for 10 years now from depression, anxiety and fibromyalgia.
Books, games, music, and life — filtered through the mind of a writer, drummer, and philosopher who thinks too deeply about all of it. If it moves something in your chest, I'm interested.
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