As usual a song jump out at me:
Decades ago I was in this community musical. Just chorus, but it was so fun. Oliver songs make me so happy. Even if singing about poverty, codependency, and stealing don’t seem appropriate topics to have any glee about.
Peck and puck are left over. But Shakespeare did give us the hockey puck, yes?🤣 Okay, be nice. I do have chickens who could peck… the seeds at your feet. Why didn’t this stream take me anywhere? Guess I’ll just pack it in now.
On days like today you can see clearly that it is the small things that make all the difference.
The small thing I’m referring to today weighted in a little less than 8 pounds, and a head full of hair. I can’t believe it was- um-a long time ago this day. Most of my small things are near or at middle aged. Give a mother a break. Who worked harder that day the birther or birthee? Happy Birthday big guy. Glad we got to talk today
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!!!
I don’t know how I’m supposed to stream when it’s snowing so beautifully at the moment.
But it does quiet the mind to reflect. When you can’t remember why you walked down the hallway just moments ago, it’s nearly impossible to think of a whole year.
I think it has been a harder year. Loss grew. Angels and Rocks of loving friends passed. My elderly furry friends passed. I suppose, that’s life. And at 75 it is more usual than younger ages.
Depression tries to grab sadness and sink to it’s depths. Been there, done that, took the horrible prescriptions and found my way out. Now I know to recognize it and work through it. I win quite often. Sometimes I don’t. But I have the map out.
Gratitude. Just like when I was in full body pain, I looked for the hair follicle that didn’t hurt and mentally increased the tiny lack of pain and was happy to find it. So it has been with depression. Finding the happy wonderful thoughts about what/who was lost and being grateful I got to experience that deep love guides me out.
This year was that constant struggle. But I found my passions and goals moved the time.
I don’t think I’ve ever appreciated how even these old bodies and minds can grow healthier.
Who knew I’d be looking back at a growing ability to ride the stationary bike so consistently and increase time, length, or power level.
In fact, this year taught me about how to grow a FUN habit. Notice the capitalize word. It’s key.
Here comes an idea. I’d like to try that. Hey, that was fun. And we keep it in small commercial lengths. A minute, two minutes, five. I’m up to 45 fun minutes playing piano now. Who knew I could do it? Piano has been a psychological problem most of my life. I was forced, even quite physically. But I love music.
So I played a couple of minutes. Then I tried other musical instruments to see what they had for me. The same way. Tiny bits at a time. Those helped my brain to twist to new passions.
It worked first for Duolingo. As long as I do even the smallest, what, 5 minutes? Just keep my brain there once a day. It grows and shrinks with all that goes on and my own curiosity.
Knitting, well, yarning, has been that way. Learn a bit and the passion grew. And abilities.
But there are things that try to stop the growth. At this age, arthritis and other aches and pains, and distractions can make one pause.
Creativity cries to be expressed, even when we judge ourselves horrid. If we make it fun, um, with a spoonful of sugar, we grow, we learn.
So that sums up my year. In spite of darkness, pain, and sadness find the spark of interest and make a moment of fun. Be curious. Grow passion. Flake upon flake…
Wishing you all a loving Christmas, Hanukkah, or however you celebrate or live these days with hearts and spirits. May we all find ways to be kind to one another.
Everything else is fattening. And since I can’t do much right now due to stupid pain, I spend time gazing out watching snow.
Cool!!!! That’s my favorite things to say and with all the enthusiasm of the multiple exclamation points. Sorry Grammarly and autocorrect. Anything else is stuffy!
Yes, this nearly 75 year old is stuck in the groovy 60s. Well, at least with that word.
I rarely use cool in reference to weather. It’s cold. Or hot. Maybe that’s more location than slang.
Hey, want to know the coolest?
I reached 10,023! (NaNoWriMo) Yay!!! Okay, so I’m nowhere near the end, the story still calls me. Sometimes goals can push. Sometimes they can kill you. The best goal is one that inspires progress and happiness.
Nothing is cooler than a warm kitty.
Yeah, I still want a warm puppy. One that Sammie will love as much as me.
Wouldn’t that be cool? !!!!
Just sit right down and… Name that tune! 😁
My stream didn’t start there. Earlier I thought of just how often Grammarly and the autocorrect monsters point out my constant use of this word.
I just don’t understand why. Take the above sentence without that word. I don’t understand why. It somehow it loses oomph. It sounds bland.
Is it just me?
I think it is an unjustified word flag by grammar police. It’s just unfair!
How does one thank those who have given you the most? Especially when they’re gone. In this case, I’m embracing the passion and challenges. Though I’m not naturally gifted. My mother blanketed me in lessons and learning discipline to practice. Or as I convinced my inner child, playing.
Sammie the Spidercat the furry lapcat who now can blanket my legs as I knit, crochet or scroll.
My first step into the stream. My daughter and I loved the minute and music.
Then I laughed as I thought of the joke that ends with, “I made you say underwear!” And that brought up this song:
My favorite place is underwater. I’d love to be able to scuba dive. I only had one chance, in a pool, but it was so much better than having to swim topside for air.
Sadly,
But maybe once it’s done, I’m hoping, he’ll feel welcome keeping warm under our covers. But then again, past experience seems to point to a possible lack of sleep as kitties go under the zoomies when humans want sleep.
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