Friday, October 24, 2014

Friday Roundup



Sometimes our thoughts turn back toward a corner in a forest, or the end of a bank, or an orchard powdered with flowers, seen but a single time on some happy day, yet remaining in our hearts and leaving in soul and body an unappeased desire which is not to be forgotten, a feeling that we have just rubbed elbows with happiness.

Guy de Maupassant



Good morning, everyone, and a happy Friday to all.  The rain has finally stopped, and it looks to be a beautiful day.  I'm off to the supermarket this morning.  It's shopping time again.  Spent last night going through my WW cookbooks and chose some new recipes to try.

Speaking of WW, I took off another 1.6 pounds.  That is 13 pounds since I started six weeks ago.  That's about two pounds a week.  That's a pretty good rate.  When you take it off too quickly, you tend to put it back just as fast.

Ebola has arrived in New York.  It was never a question of 'it'; it was always a question of 'when'.  

Not much on my agenda this weekend.  I plan on digging out my winter coats and taking them to the cleaners one at a time.  Not that I have so many...and with my weight loss, I may even have less.  In fact, my one heavy fall jacket was hanging off me.  Amazing what a difference 13 pounds makes.  I also have a few summer things that still have to be packed away.  I doubt very much I will be needing them anymore.

Don't you just love it when the temperature is cool enough that you need a sweater?  Or, the way it feels when the first heat of the season begins coming up?  Oh, it felt so good yesterday.  It was cold, windy, and rainy when I went to WW.  I was so cold when I was waiting for the bus to come home. And as I stood in the bus shelter waiting, the cold wind was blowing the misty rain into my face.  There was no getting away from it.  It always seems when it is too hot or too cold, the buses take their time.  My house was so warm and cozy when I got home.  Glad to be home, I quickly undressed and put on my comfort clothes for an afternoon of relaxation.

In choosing today's quote, I was reminded of a time many, many years ago when I was still a child.  I spent most of my weekends at my grandparents house.  The area hadn't been built up yet, and when I walked down the hill in their backyard I entered a small woods.  To a young girl, it was an amazing forest.  Well, one day I was wondering about and stumbled upon the most beautiful scene.  It was a small oasis in the midst of the trees. There was a lovely pond with the clearest blue water I ever saw.  It was surrounded by by wildflowers of every color and large white rocks. It was so quiet and peaceful, and I ended up spending most of my day.  

The next day I searched for my private spot, but never found it again. Almost 60 years have passed, but I've never forgotten my special place. It still remains in my heart.

Well, not much else to say except to wish you all a fantastic weekend.  Be sure to take some time for you.


Thursday, October 23, 2014

On a Rainy Thursday Morning

It is a glorious privilege to live, to know, to act, to listen, to behold,
to love. To look up at the blue summer sky; to see the sun sink slowly
beyond the line of the horizon; to watch the worlds come twinkling into
view, first one by one, and the myriads that no man can count, and lo!
the universe is white with them; and you and I are here.

Marco Morrow


Good morning, everyone.  It's another rainy day, but I'll be off to WW anyway.  Cannot miss my weekly weigh in.  And besides, I love the meetings.  Through the month of October we are working on change. And change is something I need to accept if I hope to continue on my new, healthy lifestyle.  

Yesterday I spent a good deal of time in tears.  As you all know. I follow several live animal feeds and only during the past several months have I begun following kitty feeds, especially Cute Foster Kittens.  Well , one of the little babies had a heart murmur that was only getting worse.  So, rather than see the little one suffer, they euthanized him yesterday.  Broke my heart.  Amazing how one can fall in love with an animal that you have only seen online.  RIP little Digit. 

Not much else to talk about today.   Yesterday was a lazy day.  I read and when my eyes got heavy, I slept.  I have to remember to put my drops in my eyes every day.  Sometimes I am not even tired, but I have to shut my eyes to rest them.  Dry eye syndrome.  Putting drops in in the morning is a habit I have to develop.

Well, that's about it today.  Keep your fingers crossed that I lost more weight.  Talk to you all tomorrow.  I would like to end this with a prayer for sweet Digit.

Eternal Spirit, we bring you our grief in the loss of  Digit and ask for courage to bear it. We bring you our thanks for Digit  who lived among us and gave us freely of his/her love. We commit our friend and companion Digit into your loving hands. Give us eyes to see how your love embraces all creatures and every living thing speaks to us of your love. Amen.





Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Hump Day Ramble

 The entrance to the center yesterday.

Good morning, everyone.  We're in for a few rainy days here, and I'm not sure if I want to go out today.  If I do, it will be to the old center for art.  All we do is color, but it's fun.  Coloring is something I've always liked to do.  

Another picture of the center.

Went to the new center yesterday all set to get back into exercise, and guess what?  They were having their annual Halloween party instead.  It was nice, but I was unprepared for it. I hadn't been there is so long.  Would have brought my witch hat had I known.  Lunch was also disappointing.  At the entrance there is a bulletin board which lists the menu and activities for the day.  On the menu was turkey pot pie, green bean souffle, and moussaka.  Sounded delicious and my mouth was watering for it, but when they began serving, I discovered they had changed the menu and were serving some chicken and shrimp dish instead.  I don't eat seafood.  And there was wild rice and plain green beans. 

Everyone told me to go get my money back, but it was only $1.50, and the lady at the desk already has enough to do. And I was well aware that one of the little ladies who sat at our table,  didn't have anything to eat but a plain cheese sandwich. Of course, the center would never let anyone go hungry and would feed them whether they could pay or not, but when this women spoke, it was obvious she was too proud to ask.  In fact, she even gave me a hard time when I offered her my ticket, but eventually I got her to see it wasn't a handout. I had to make her believe she was doing ME a favor. I then went home and fixed myself a salad. Hey, all that food originally on the menu was probably calorie laden and full of sodium. 

And, although I had initially been so disappointed,  when I turned and saw that little lady chatting happily with the others as she dug into her food, I knew it had not been a wasted day. Giving really is better than receiving.

The Golden Ladder of Giving

1. To give reluctantly, the gift of the hand, but not of the heart.
2. To give cheerfully, but not in proportion to need.
3. To give cheerfully and proportionately, but not until solicited.
4. To give cheerfully, proportionately, and unsolicited, but to put the gift
into the poor person's hand, thus creating shame.
5. To give in such a way that the distressed may know their benefactor,
without being known to him or her.
6. To know the objects of our bounty, but remain unknown to them.
7. To give so that the benefactor may not know those whom he has relieved,
and they shall not know him.
8. To prevent poverty by teaching a trade, setting a person up in business,
or in some other way preventing the need of charity.

Maimonides

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Random Thoughts



Good morning, everyone.  Some rain heading in later today.  Yesterday  was cold, but it felt wonderful, invigorating.  The trees are finally starting to change.  Took picture yesterday, but from a distance it is hard to see.  

Yesterday I went to the old center.  It felt good to get out for a change, and I was looking forward to a quiet day.  Wasn't in the cards, though.  As soon as I saw her come in, I said to myself, "Please don't sit her at our table."  Unfortunately, I only said it to myself so no one heard my plea.  Next thing I knew she was tapping me on the shoulder and sat next to me.  Fortunately, she only comes once in awhile.  She has a job as a telephone solicitor.  She says that she 'feels old when she comes to the center."  So why come at all?

Margaret is the original 'Motor Mouth'.  She doesn't stop talking.  Yesterday it was all about her husband.  He comes to the center every day because he likes to attend the ESL classes and dance in the afternoon.  So, because he dances with other women, she started crying to everyone who would listen that he cheats.  And she went on and on and on for almost two hours about how he has been a ladies' man all their married life.  How can you tell perfect strangers all your personal business? Poor man doesn't even know...yet.  But you just know, though, that someone will tell him.  Word does get around.


Picture of the beautiful autumn sky I took yesterday. 


And finally, a few of my favorite quotes from some of my favorite people.
“In life there are journeys in which you must go,
sometimes the road is just unknown,
but trust you must your path is right,
even though there appears no end in sight.
The day you take that leap of faith,
is the day you step toward your blessed fate.”
 Jasmeine Moonsong
We have stories to tell, stories that provide wisdom about the journey of life. What more have we to give one another than our 'truth' about our human adventure as honestly and as openly as we know how?
 Rabbi Saul Rubin
Remember that imagination is the faculty of the soul and that when it suggests new pathways to us we are being invited to explore the territory of the soul in ways that will certainly change and re enchant us.
Caitlin Matthews 

Each man's life represents a road toward himself. 

 Herman Hesse

Monday, October 20, 2014

Monday This and That

 
Listen! the wind is rising,
and the air is wild with leaves.
We have had our summer evenings,
now for October eves.

Humbert Wolfe

Good morning.  It's a beautiful morning.  I'm feeling so much better today. Stayed home this weekend and nursed myself back to health. It was only a cold, but I'm taking time to listen to my body now.  There are no more palpitations and my blood pressure is under control. It's near normal every time I test it.  In fact, when it was 116/64 I got a little nervous that it was too low. But, it was okay.  So I'd like to get back to exercising at least twice a week.  It is time I got over this fear. 

When the palpitations first began, my reaction was "Why me?"  For once in my life I was doing everything right--diet, exercise--but sometimes, despite our best laid plans, are lives go a little arwy.  After all, I'd been working hard on eating healthy--lots of fruits and veggies--and drinking plenty of water, but even so, it didn't fully prevent me from getting sick. That's because I 'really' wasn't doing everything right.  I was just telling myself I was.

One lesson I learned was NEVER stop a blood pressure medication without contacting the doctor.  About ten months ago when I switched doctors, I had one week without any medication, but no problems, so I figured it would be alright.  It was...for a week.  It was on about the 10th day that my body went haywire, and it took a good two weeks to get it regulated again.  

And, I also realized I had gotten a bit cocky with my sodium levels.  I'd started eating Italian sausages, telling myself that eating only one wouldn't hurt. Cooking two meals every day was getting to be a pain, so  I'd stopped cooking separately for me and began eating the same salted foods I cooked for hubby.  Not a good combination when one stops their medication as well.  

Today I know better.  I take my medication every morning and keep my feet up as much as possible so the swelling doesn't begin again.  And I still eat the same food I cook for hubby, aside from the sausages, but I take my share out when it's cooked, then add salt and allow his to simmer awhile longer.

Did lots of reading this weekend.   Discovered a new book by Crissi Langwell and purchased it.  Reminded me that I after I completed 'A Symphony of Cicadas: Sometimes the End Is Just the Beginning' I had gotten sidetracked and never read the next part, 'Forever Thirteen: Joey's Story' so I purchased that and reread Symphony of Cicadas to refresh my mind. Joey is Rachel's 13 year old son who dies with her in the accident.  If you are interested in stores of the afterlife, I highly recommend these two books.


Description of 'A Symphony of Cicadas':

Rachel Ashby thought she had it all. She was in the midst of blending her family with her fiancé, and mere weeks away from her wedding. After a lifetime of disappointment, everything was finally falling in place.

That is, until she was killed.

Cast into the afterlife, Rachel finds herself in a fight for everything she once held close. As she tries to remain near those she cherished in life, the layers of her life are peeled back to expose the imperfections and flaws that exist in us all. She discovers the human side of being human as she learns more about what it means to live than she ever knew in life. 
Description of 'Forever Thirteen'
What would you do if you died before you could ever really experience life?

This is Joey's story, a thirteen-year-old boy stuck on the other side of life and mourning the loss of everything he never got to be. Instead, he's just a short, chubby, geeky boy...forever. And he's certain that there's no worse fate. But when Joey takes a peek at those he left behind, he becomes aware of just how bad his best friend Cameron is taking his death - and how no one seems to be noticing. As the kids at school get more creative in their cruelty, Cameron plummets deeper into depression and self-destruction. Joey realizes if he doesn't step in, Cameron is going to do something he can't take back.

And there are limits, because there is only so much a spirit can do in the world of the living.

Forever Thirteen tells the tale of a boy who lived his life in fear of other people's opinions of him, dying before he understood that he was the one holding himself back. In his death, Joey discovers that it's never too late to make things better, and he learns just how strong the bonds of friendship really can be. 


Well, that's about it for now.  Going to go fix my oatmeal and then jump into the shower.  Headed to the old center today.  Hopefully they have some kind of group today.  I understand the man who came and showed clips of old music videos no longer comes.  I figured that once they booted him out of the room and gave him some tiny room in the back he'd stop coming.  Such a shame. 

Friday, October 17, 2014

Friday Roundup

 The greatest wealth is health.  

Virgil


Good morning, and a happy Friday to everyone.  With the sun shining, this day already looks better than yesterday which, aside from the rain, turned out to be  one of those Murphy's Law days,  We all have them once in awhile, but made it all the more uncomfortable was the nasty cold I am nursing.  It all began when I was leaving the house to go to Weight Watchers.  I was all dressed to leave, and as I went to pull the front door shut, the door knob came off in my hand. I grabbed hubby's screwdriver, but  every time I thought I had it on tight it fell off again.  Hubby had already left for his doctor's appointment. I wasn't about to get the super because the time he got it together, my Weight Watcher's meeting would be over.  He's the nicest guy and always willing to help, but he is a perfectionist, and everything he does is done well, but awfully slow.

Eventually, I got the knob on tight and stepped outdoors. The bus was down the block.  "Oh, please let me make the light," I said to myself, but it wasn't meant to be. I don't move as fast as I once did.  There was another bus a few stops back so I stood and waited for it. There was a light rain falling, but it was windy, and my umbrella was absolutely useless.  By the time the bus finally arrived everything, including my hair, was wet.  Thank goodness it was warm outdoors.

So, I catch the bus and make my transfer with no problem, but I end up getting off at Bay Ridge Avenue rather than Bay Ridge Parkway.  Wouldn't have minded the walk but, as I said, I have a cold, and I was already wet.  Another bus wasn't in sight, so I ended up hiking it all the way there...which wasn't long, but when you are not feeling well and have back and knee pain, ten blocks can seem like an eternity. 

I stop for a minute to buy a game card because I know I won't be going out today or tomorrow, and this will give me something to do, then eventually arrive at Weight Watchers.  I took off 4 ounces.  Would have liked to have taken off more, but at least I didn't gain.  I sat down and as I reached for my shoes, a huge water bug scurried out from under the chair. Yikes!!!  But that is not the end of it.

After my meeting, I stopped into C Town to pick up a few items I need since I was already planning to stay in until Sunday to nurse my cold. But, when I get to the register, I discover that I left my wallet home.  Luckily, I  only needed a few items, and I always carry a few quarters around in case I don't have enough money on my metrocard.   So, with those quarters and the change I found at the bottom of my purse, I managed to swing it. Of course, the other customers were rolling their eyes as I counted out change, but patience is something we all have to learn.

So, that was my Thursday.  I'd say that was enough for one week.  Today I'm feeling pretty bad, and I don't plan on stepping outside.  In fact, I plan on staying in until Sunday.  This weekend will be one of rest.  See you all on Monday. Enjoy your weekend.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Thursday Ramble


"Life's not about waiting for the storm to pass...
It's about Learning To Dance In The Rain."

Vivian Greene

Good morning, everyone.  It's a rainy day here, and I feel a cold coming on, but there is nothing that will keep me from Weight Watcher's today.  I absolutely love the meetings.  I find them a cross between a classroom and a 12 Step meeting.  Our trainer is the teacher, and someone is always willing to share their story.  I love hearing how far others have come.  It gives me hope.

Went to the old center yesterday.  It's really nice to know that people miss you...and not because they had to cover my group or see one of my clients.  They missed me because they like me, and that is enough to make my day.  This is why I can't give up the old center totally.  Granted, I don't like how thinks are run, but I like my peers and enjoy spending time with them...but I also need the exercise.  So I made a schedule for myself--Monday and Wednesday at the old center, Tuesday and Friday at the new center for exercise, and Thursday at Weight Watchers.  Hopefully I will be able to continue once winter sets in.

The quote I chose today brings back some fond memories.  Hubby and I were new in our relationship when we decided to take in a movie on a rainy day.  The movie theater was located on a small cobblestone street, and there was no traffic.  We had just turned the corner when suddenly hubby handed me the umbrella, dashed out onto the street, and did a complete rendition, dance and all, of "Singing in the Rain".  He didn't care about what others thought.  His entire performance was for my benefit only, but everyone who had stopped to watch gave him a tremendous applause. He was drenched by the time it was over, and we decided it might not be the best idea to go sit in an air conditioned theater.  

We did zany things like that when we were young.  To see me out there playing as a child, one would never guess that I had two teenage boys at home. 'Follow the Leader' was our favorite game.  We'd  be walking about the Village and suddenly we would spontaneously jump into a game.  We'd follow each other around and around a parking meter, hop on one foot, or just walk in a circle.  People looked at us like we were crazy, but we had fun. We didn't care what others thought of us.

Somewhere along the line, we lost that playfulness.  Not that we love each other any less.  I guess we just grew up.  We went back to school, started our careers, settled down.  And life went on.

Have a good one everyone.  Stay dry.