This is the exciting time of the year when I get to start a brand new calendar/planner. I somehow got started with school year planners so it’s normally a July to July notebook sized affair. Shopping for the next one has always been fun for me because there are so many styles, decorative twists, extras for students or busy moms, or business schedules. I enjoy looking them over and deciding.  The last few years I’ve opted for plain jane weekly pages with room to write a summary of the day. Since they can be quite expensive (up to $20 for really cute ones) I was thrilled to find this one at the drugstore for $4.97. What a bargain! And the nice thing is, it goes to December 2013 so I can get back on a yearly schedule. 

I have saved these calendars for years along with my journals. They are like a history of my life and it’s fun to read the older ones and re-live times I’ve entirely forgotten.
They are also a handy resource. In a minute I’m going to look for the date our last tenant began to rent from us and try to figure out whether we owe him a security deposit.  It’s also fun to look at my old “to do” lists and see what the stresses of the day were. Planning ahead actually helps me live one day at a time (see previous post) because I write the appointment in and then don’t think about it until that day arrives.  I just have to REMEMBER TO LOOK AT THE CALENDAR.  Excuse me now while I go put some dates to remember in my new book.

I had a burst of energy recently, short-lived, but while it was around it played havoc with my to do list.  One result was I now own a couple of online courses that I’d thought about before but resisted.  Ever since high school graduation I’ve been so happy to be free from obligatory years of schooling servitude.  In my nightmares, I’m back in school wandering endless hallways searching for my locker (can’t remember the number) and looking into classrooms where I realize I’m supposed to be (but can’t remember the last time I attended). So why buy courses now? Because they’re 80% off regular prices, and in actuality they are no different than reading a book or listening to a CD at home.  No real pressure. Lots of great subjects to learn about. Check it out.   http://www.ordergreatcourses.com/

To satiate my writing appetite I’m studying ” Building Great Sentences: Exploring the Writer’s Craft”.  It’s twenty four lectures by a professor from the University of Iowa, which, as we all know, is one of the nation’s top writing schools (really?)  I haven’t started that one yet.  The other is “The Life and Writings of C.S. Lewis”.  I’ve known about him for years but other than Chronicles of Narnia, I don’t think I’ve ever made it all the way through any of his books.  He wrote in so many different genres and was successful in all of them so I think I can learn something from him about writing. I’ve listened to two of those lectures and didn’t fall asleep until the last 5 minutes of the second one. But that was only because I worked last night and am tired.

In and of themselves the courses are not overwhelming, but in the context of the rest of my life I’m feeling the pinch.  We are very short of help at work so I’m having to do nights – a couple every week. Our condo renter just moved out and I have no replacement for him yet. I have until the end of June to get the place ready for another renter and I deeply desire to have someone in there in July. Every month that it’s empty is going to be a financial strain on us. I’m being pressed (nicely) into playing keyboard at Sunday church. They haven’t heard me play yet – I’ve only been singing so far. I’m not sure I want to “open this box” since they are much more hi tech than anything I’ve done so far. Performance anxiety is a big worship killer for me. 

That’s three things. For some reason (the burst of energy) I volunteered to help serve the evening meal at VBS all next week. Amy asked me to be with her kids next Tuesday while she stays with Josh who is having surgery for a torn rotator cuff. Who is going to walk my husband and water my plants? I’ll have to hire someone. And looming ahead in less than 4 weeks is the trip to Atlanta. My only defense against panic is to live in the moment, attending to whatever I know I’m to do today, this hour. I know that God will not give me more to do than he knows I can get done, with his help. My trouble is signing up for stuff on my own. I guess he can save me from those mistakes as well.

Here are my blackberry bushes!

not lovely yet but hoping they will flourish

Three years ago when I started my present job, my thinking was that it was a very physically active five or six hours each day.  I didn’t really need or want any more exercise.  I could handle a walk once in a while and a weekend workout in the oneacrewoods but other than that, let me rest.  I’m seeing things a little differently now.  I don’t really exercise all of me equally at work – parts of me are beginning to bother.  I’ve always loved dance, rhythm and music so I looked up zumba videos on the internet and ordered The Ten Minute Solution, Fat Blasting Dance Mix.  It came today so I watched it to kind of “get in the mood”.  I got really tired watching those three girls bounce around, sweat and get out of breath so in addition to just watching (not doing) I needed nourishment and ate my rice pudding while watching. I’m starting out in the negative, so to speak.

I’m determined to learn each of the 5 ten minute workout/dance routines if it takes me forever.  The very hardest thing for me whether it’s a video or a class situation is interpretting left and right.  The instructor is speaking left or right, but of course, she is facing those she is speaking to so her moves are visually opposite their left or right.  When I’m trying to concentrate on feet that are going back and forth and hopping I just can’t make a quick translation between what I hear and what I see. Get what I’m saying? I’m sure that if I watch enough times I’ll quit needing to watch so closely and can just have fun with all those really cool moves.  Or I could just do everything in the same direction she is doing it and not listen to what she is saying, which is ok when I’m home alone but very embarrassing in a class full of people who aren’t expecting a contact sport.
 

whole brood of hungry ducks  await our arrival

Dennis and I  have been walking lately.  We needed to make some changes in the direction of not being so tired all the time.  Dennis has a sedentary job and at home it’s not much different except for the walk out to the squirrel tree a couple times a day.  I would like to convince him that the couch is our enemy.  So we walk down the road to Plantation Grove where the streets are quiet and do a couple rounds.  It’s not very strenuous, especially when we sit and feed the ducks for ten minutes, but it’s a nice wind down for our day.  Last night I took a bag and we filled it with trash from the roadside which slowed us down even more, but we won’t have to do that every time.


I want this plant.  I take pictures of people’s yards ( and hope not to get arrested. )

I dug out my pedometers and bought new batteries for them.  Our nightly walk is about 4,000 steps.  I think it’s 10,000 steps daily that are recommended for fitness so we’re a little short.  But are you convinced that we are giving healthy exercise a try?  Hold us accountable every now and then!

doing the nines



Everything goes better with Coke – but not necessarily when playing Mexican Train



– you routinely leave a heating pad plugged in and under your pillow when you make the bed.

– people under thirty start calling you “honey” at the bank

– you can’t remember how many barbecue grills you’ve had and thrown away

– your shoes are so old they crack, fall apart and leave a trail of rubber chips

The truth is, I don’t really remember lines from movies the way I sometimes pretend to do. I remember one quote from “Star Wars”, “the Force be with you”, or at least I think that was said there. I remember several things I loved from “Princess Bride” but I can’t quote them exactly, something about a peanut, and something about the RUS’s. I remember the shrubbery in “Monte Python’s Holy Grail” and the blood spurting hand (which I’ve tried to forget and can’t). “UHF” is responsible for my love of enterociters (spelling?).  Lastly, I remember laughing till my sides hurt during “Three Amigos” but I’ve watched it since and couldn’t quite relive the experience. I sort of remember being sick and having a fever while watching it the first time and that may have accounted for it seeming so funny. That’s it. That’s all.

I do enjoy a good movie and can get caught up in a thought provoking plot, if it’s not too weird and unbelievable and if the characters are compelling and I do have an emotional memory of how I was affected by most movies. I rarely choose to watch a movie a second time (exception – Princess Bride). I guess I just don’t want to clog my neuron pathways with most movie content when I have trouble remembering my own life that I’m actually living. And then there’s the actors … I put them in the same boat with sports figures. They simply get paid too much for what they do, even when they do it well. If they’re a high salaried actor it should be part of their job to go feed starving people in Africa with a lot of their money. It’s ridiculous, and no wonder so many of them end up getting disillusioned with life in general. That being said, you must be aware that this is an opinion and you are entitled to feel differently. 

All week I’ve been looking about for something significant to write, but I’ve actually been too busy thinking and reading to put something together.  It’s times like this that I need to drum up some resolve to make myself write. That’s what people who are real writers do – they just make themselves write. When does something ever grab you by the neck and scream “I’m significant! Write about me!”?  Almost never.

There were some different events this week that kept me on my toes (why do people say that?). For one, my work schedule was unusual. Normally I work 4 day shifts of 5-6 hours each for a total of 20 -24 hours.  This week I worked Monday day shift, Monday night shift, Thursday day shift and Thursday night shift for a total of 30 hours.  I don’t like working nights but there were some good things about it this week, namely being able to go home at 7 am instead of staying to do a double.  Both days, Tuesday and Friday, I was able to go home, get a nap and carry on fairly well after my short night sleeps. It was like getting a bonus day off.  When working nights, there might or might not be a chance to sleep – it’s hard to predict how things will go – but, if it does get boring I don’t have to fight to stay awake.  Sleeping is allowed if possible.

Today after breakfast I crawled in bed (it felt so good) and slept until Dennis turned off the TV and went to work. The quiet woke me up. I started thinking about my newest project in the oneacrewoods and got a sudden burst of energy which made it impossible to go back to sleep. It’s remarkable how being motivated can banish sluggishness.

Yesterday I followed up on a sale bulletin and bought some blackberry plants, thorn less ones.  We’d been discussing where to put them, but when you only have one or two sunny spots you pretty much know where they have to go.  They also need support so the fence was the logical location. However the fence was already inhabited by two large bougainvillea bushes which had been there for a loooong time. They were given to me by a good friend when we first moved to Florida and I had nursed them through several bad seasons. In a way I had bonded with the thorny rascals.  Upon deeper consideration, I realized that they had been growing on the fence for at least 10 years and had never turned red and flowery like they’re supposed to. They grow branches 7 or 8 feet long in as little as a month and have barbs up to an inch long which are horribly sharp.  Every time I trimmed then or mowed around them I came away bleeding.  All in all, what about these plants would I miss? I spent all morning cutting, sawing and chopping them out of the ground and off the fence.  I was going to take a picture of the blood streaming down my forearm, for the blog, but one thing led to another and I didn’t. Tomorrow, if it doesn’t rain all day, the blackberry plants are going in. I will take a picture.

Many things this week were just nice and ordinary. However I find significance in that – that ordinary is enjoyable, even comforting.  I am blessed with a home I love, a job I enjoy, many meaningful things to do and interesting people to do them with. All for now because I’m saving some things for tomorrow when I make myself write again.

A good cup of coffee, a quiet house, over an hour of reading and reflection with an awareness of sharing it with God, a good (mentally stimulating) two hour breakfast and walk with a special girlfriend, a leisurely finish on the lawnmower touring the oneacrewoods.  If nothing else goes right from here on out, it will still have been a great day. 

One full day of rain on the oneacrewoods has made it this luminescent shade of green – the color that is responsible for making green my favorite color.  Our oak trees make this spacious canopy over the center of our back yard that is like a huge room with sunlight dapples all over the floor.  To go back and forth, viewing it from all angles, seeing it’s freshly cut path behind me with all it’s glowing green-ness is like getting recharged and refreshed for me.  And since everything was still damp there was no dust! I’m still flesh colored and recognizable.  Today I’ll have to find some other way to get dirty.

From now on all names in my blog will be changed to protect the innocent, namely me. No one will be mentioned by name unless I am pretty sure I will not be sued by them for any reason.  Names can be downright dangerous. Take, for instance, the name that appeared on an email this week in the ” from” space: Esi. It bears some resemblance to one of my daughter’s names and I deliberated long and hard before deleting it without opening.  And I think it was the right choice.   I should have debated long and hard about clicking a webaddress of one of my blog viewers… from Russia, it turns out. That was totally the wrong choice.  And if you (you know who you are) really do read this, GET OFF MY BLOG.  So if you family members and family-like members who read this regularly (bless you) don’t recognize my life or the people in it anymore, I can send you a list of aliases by email. Hey,  I don’t even recognize my life with all these strangers in it. My mom said I could write about her by name but I never call her by her name – she’s Mom!

And then there was Norbert, the Verizon CSR who graciously gave me 150 bonus minutes on my phone plan because I was running short.  Norbert?  I just wasn’t expecting that name at all, especially from someone so polite and proper (I’m thinking India).  By the way Norbert, the 150 minutes haven’t showed up on my account yet.  I know who you are. I’ve got your name and there can’t be that many of you…

Another intrusion from the big, scary internet world – I now know about “backscatter” and “bounces” since someone has appropriated my name and email address for their spam.  These really unintelligible messages come back to me when they can’t be delivered to their recipients.  There are only four of them so far but I can expect more.

Lastly, every once in a while, a family name that only my closest people use on me crops up. For example, a few minutes ago local cousin-once-removed Janice (fictitious name) sent me a fb message and called me Sherb. I just have to say it made me smile and felt pretty good.



My daughter got off to pick blackberries

 I am age 61.  I have a horse that I hardly ever see or ride.  He lives in Gainesville with my daughter who takes very good care of him.  She loves horses and is almost a veterinarian. She is half my age with relatively no limitations compared to me.  One of our goals on this last weekend spent together was to ride our horses and I am happy to say that me, my daughter and her good friend, we did it.

It was a beautiful day with a comfortable cloud cover and a nice breeze. We rode and rode and rode because it was so pleasant.  My daughter picked berries and fed us. We did a little gallop and I didn’t fall off.  We rode some more.  We had to cross a big field so we galloped some more. My horse put his head down as he started to run because he was so happy but I didn’t fall off.  We rode for hours before we decided to go home and then it seemed good to go home a little faster.  We galloped across the field again. Once more my horse did his funny little thing with his head, and I almost fell off, but I didn’t.  As he was galloping and I was hanging on some birds flew up out of the grass and made my horse go a lot faster and a bit sideways. I didn’t fall off then either.  My horse likes doing whatever his friend horses do.  We came to a big log (it was a very big log) across the trail in the woods and my daughter’s horse wanted to go fast over the log.  I wasn’t sure I wanted to go fast over the log but my horse did, so we went.  I didn’t fall off but I don’t know why.  My horse knew it was my first jump so he stayed under me.  He’s such a good horse.   We finally got home after our wonder ful ride. We were hot and thirsty.  When I got off my horse my legs were frozen in an upside down U shape.  They really hurt except in the places where they were numb. I had to walk kind of funny but I got my horse in his stall and took off his saddle. All of a sudden I knew if I didn’t sit down I was going to fall off my own feet! Every time I tried to stand up my head felt tingly and it started to get dark so I sat on the floor for quite a long time. My daughter brought me some orange juice and gave my horse a bath for me.  He was happy because we went on a ride. I went to the house and took a long nap. I am 61 and I have a horse.



This is how the ride looked to me when we weren’t galloping



My daughter took this picture and said my horse was posing but he was really peeing.