Category: Everything Else

OK, so I don’t think the cost of Sarah Palin’s campaign wardrobe necessarily counts as “news” or “hard-hitting reporting”.

That being said, this is pretty dang funny. Crank the volume to enjoy the melodic tones of 90s sensation Right Said Fred.

via The Huffington Post.

The time to relax
is when you don’t have time for it.

-Sydney J Harris

People, even more than things,
have to be restored, renewed, revived,
reclaimed and redeemed;
never throw out anyone.

-Audrey Hepburn

There is something pleasurable
in calm remembrance of past sorrow.

-Cicero

I’m feeling a bit melancholy. Not sad, necessarily; not happy either, just introspective and mellow. As Cicero says, a calm remembrance of past sorrows. Not a bad thing at all, considering that not too long ago similar ruminations would cause severe emotional turmoil. I think this means progress.

I even went outside (breaking out the jacket for the first time this season, also the fingerless gloves. I LOVE MY FINGERLESS GLOVES) and enjoyed some Fall.

(This after an insanely hectic morning of rush hour, complete with blinding sun glare, and doctor appointments. Ugh. I don’t know how people manage rush hour traffic day after day without going completely batty.)

I went on a meandering walk all around the yard, taking great pleasure in placing my feet where they would create maximum crunch on the fallen leaves.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.
I know. I’m three years old.

Then I laid back and watched the wind toss the treetops. It was wild. The leaves were raining down on me, and I kept making comments to Cassidy like “Look at all that rain!” and “Have you ever seen such a storm?” and she humoured me until I asked if she could hear the thunder, and she placed her hands on either side of my face and looked into my eyes and said very seriously, “Mom. It’s not raining. It’s leaves.”

She laid down next to me and we stayed that way for a while in companionable silence. I was listening to the roar of the wind and watching the sway of the treetops and the rain of the leaves, thinking of John Muir and his love of the wildness of nature; of how whenever a particularly fierce storm would hit the forest he would climb to the top of the nearest tree and ride the storm out, laughing and shouting, becoming one with the storm.

Crazy, that one. My kind of crazy.

I asked Cassidy what she was looking at, and she pointed upwards and said in a dreamy voice (I think she may have been, unbelievably, on the verge of dozing off), “The sky.”

And I was struck by the fact that, although we were in the same place and contemplating the same horizon, I saw turbulence and turmoil while she saw serenity and an expanse of sky.

This is the difference between adults and children.

I also went to see my uncle yesterday, my father’s older brother, and was chagrined to find it had been nearly two years since I saw him last. Two years! The man lives half an hour away. This has got to change.

And finally, Facebook. I have slowly, reluctantly, begun to understand the appeal of Facebook. I’ve been a presence in name only for some months, but I think I get it now. The connecting with people from my past, who remember me as I once was, who helped to shape who I am today.

I spent some time last night seeking out these people, exchanging pleasantries, memories, and genuine hopes for their continued good health and happiness in days to come. It was nice.

Count your garden by the flowers
never by the leaves that fall.
Count your days by golden hours
don’t remember clouds at all.
Count the night by stars, not shadows.
Count your years by smiles, not tears.
And with joy on every birthday,
Count your life by friends not years.

-author unknown

So, that’s what I did yesterday. What did you do?

The last blooms of the year.

The secret of health for both mind and body
is not to mourn for the past,
not to worry about the future,
but to live in the present moment
wisely and earnestly.

-Buddha

I know. Easier said than done, right?

It’s 54 degrees in this room. It’s 11:00 a.m. and my fingers are cold. Temperatures overnight hovered near freezing. And I know I’m being a big baby but wow. I really liked summer this year. Warmth and freedom and time.

Back to reality. I know that a large part of my reluctance to part with summer is my worry about the energy costs associated with winter. Not to mention, new boots and winter coats. Inflation and groceries.

But, my worrying about it incessantly doesn’t make it any easier, or any less costly, does it? I need to Let It Go.

I want to enjoy the Fall, what is left of it; it is fleeting and magnificent and magical and I am tarnishing it, I am missing it, with all my worry.

Winter will be here soon enough and worrying will not hold it back.

The economy is bad and my worries will not prop it up.

Yet, this too shall pass.

I can plan, to be sure, I can live carefully, but I’m not going to worry anymore.

There is good to be found in Winter too.

And I can live in full anticipation of Spring.

Tell me good things about Winter!
I thank you for allowing me to unload my worries on you. Would you feel better unloading some worries on me? Go ahead, don’t hold back.