This
month, I'd been pondering public transportation in my little village
of Oakbrook. I'm looking forward to warmer weather so I can take my
PC and try out some shopping. I'll be sure to blog about it when I
do. No, still no pics, haven't gotten the cable yet.
Still studying through on Dorothea Brande's “Becoming a Writer”, free,
online.
I've
gotten more serious about daily writing times and it's been going in
fits and starts. Exercising daily (except Sunday)and drinking more
water. Mindfulness
is what I need and long for and it's always right here/there staring
me in the face but I don't always remember.
If
I get distracted or ignore self-care I can feel it by the
next day. I've had to cut back on FB time and get the right amount of
sleep, nine hours. With the weakening muscles affected by the MD,
everything takes more effort. I'm eating balanced like a pot of
turkey chili that lasted all month. Spinach salad with a minneola
orange inspired this little bit of prose that's wanna be haiku or
poetry.
Remembering
parfait clouds yesterday evening,
I
was making spinach salad. My minneola orange
was
a uterus and cervix.
David
Bowie's passing this month had me, like most other rockers listening
to our favorites. Mine was “Let's Dance” with the lyric “under
the moonlight, the serious moonlight”. I copied out all the lyrics,
just in case. Never know when you'll run into a musician who can play
them. That would be fun.
This
month I read “The Revenant” by Michael Punke, who I was surprised
to find out was Deputy
United States Trade Representative AND U.S. Ambassador AND Permanent
Representative to the World
Trade Organization (WTO)
in Geneva,
Switzerland.
I know the movie is out and I think the scenery will be engrossing. I
hope they depict the bull boats and did you know beavers are called kews. Or were.
Here's
the Disabilities Studies Reader online again. I need to be reading
more of it soon.
Revelation
for me this month in relating to people outside my family: Don't
trust people until they've earned it and shown they are trustworthy.
I've always been trusting until they show they're not trustworthy.
I've had it ass-backward all these years. I have to be careful in
the beginning of things because I tend to gloss over signs.
Won't
blame it on the chili.
I'm
glad I live on the edge of woods. Pretty deep, swampy pine woods.
When I was a kid, the ground was all sand, the pines were not that
tall and I don't remember swamp. Now the ground is covered in feet of
pine and oak mulch. I can't walk down into it because there's a deep
drop off and no path. Wouldn't it be nice to have a friend who wanted
to make me a path for the PC? “Oh, by the way dear, I saw you
looking at the woods longingly and I know you used to enjoy time
there as a child, so I'm making you a path, then you can wheel there
anytime you want." Swoon.
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