Saturday, February 27, 2016

Transformations


I love flowers and throughout the winter in particular usually have at least one if not more vases especially in the kitchen and living room. Not that I don’t also have the green plants living in the North corner of the living room in what was originally the plant “graveyard” until I discovered that with the mild light and warmth of the radiator they tended to flourish. Still call it the graveyard although it’s usually pretty lush looking.

As my kitchen is gray, black and white I use colored place mats, photos and some sort of decoration, usually floral, on the table as well.

Last week’s flowers although gorgeous when they were first put in the vase had all, but two, hung their heads and looked like they needed to be shipped out to the compost pile. That is until M got a hold of them. The transformation was stunning.

 
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after

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If by such a simple thing as cutting the stems, flowers can be transformed from ugly to beautiful, think of ways that we can also as humans change sad to happy, gray to light, problem to solution. I am sure that it’s not easy for all of us, but perhaps if we look at things, people and the world in general in another way or light, we can also achieve the just as stunning transformations.

Smile at someone today: not only will it change your face, it may just change their day.
Someone’s bag falls apart – offer them another.
A car cuts you off – wave them through (if nothing else they’ll wonder about your sanity).
Make that phone call that you have been putting off: someone may need the contact.
Just got a horrid letter – feel sorry for the person who wrote it – can’t touch me.
Raining? Just the sun watering the plants.
Heard some gossip: don’t pass it on, but if you know the person that it was about try perhaps gently (a key word here) to find out if they are hurting, what the truth might be, then return that to the gossiper.

Go on, I challenge you: take the ugly that you see and try and turn it into beauty.

Friday, February 26, 2016

White nights…


Unfortunately there were no white knights last night and the night was a wash.

("white night" is the direct translation from French for a night when one doesn't sleep, muc better than simply saying a sleepless night) 
 
I know that I didn’t sleep much, but when my FitBit report came back with the fact that I was awake 12 times and agitated 21 times with a sum total of 3 hours and 57 minutes I did concur. The funniest fact though was that in order to reach my goal I needed another four hours and three minutes – let’s not miss those three minutes!

No particular reason, but I did find out that tonight there’s a full moon… duh, it happens quite often that I have insomnia the night preceding (or even two before) a full moon. So have the explanation, now hope that today’s walking will help me have a good night.

Who knows maybe there will even be knights in my dreams or at least dreams in my night.


Wednesday, February 24, 2016

I love Google


But not for the reasons one might think. I don’t use them as my browser, unless I need some clip art for my blogs; I do have a gmail address as a back-up for those companies or persons to whom I don’t wish to give my “real” e-mail address; I block all the pop ads and have basically allowed them to only share minimal information on me; I do use them as my "address" for various other accounts, but again allowing them only my e-mail and name, so why do I love Google one might ask.

Simply because at some point I had opened up a calendar run under Google’s auspices (don’t remember if the family was trying to organize something, or a group of friends or whatever as it has been so long ago), but I still get my reminders of important events on said calendar in my inbox everyday – they all read

“you have no events scheduled today Wed Feb 24, 2016”.

Now my real calendar might have half a dozen events or appointments in barely legible writing – no trace of that will ever show up in my inbox. Probably time to unlink the calendar but there is something comforting about seeing that phrase every day – making it seem that in spite of my busy life I have a whole day free.

 
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Tuesday, February 23, 2016

“Comme d’habitude” or


As one has the habit of doing.

Sometimes there are phrases in one of the three languages that I use on a fairly regular basis that fit better than any translation that I could undertake in another: comme d’habitude is one of these. It can be either slightly pejorative as in “she didn’t get dressed until 10 – as was her habit”, “he showed up again late for work, as was his want”,  “they went to the movies yet again last Saturday night – never doing anything out of the mold”, etc.

It can also though denote stability or, in my current case, a wonderful state of affairs where one returns to one’s habits!

As I can finally dress myself on the days where I don’t need a shower or shampoo I am finally free to follow my normal (another way of expressing “comme d’habitude”) schedule. And today all the criteria were met for me to finally walk up to the village as was my want before the accident: I could dress myself in a timely manner (without waiting until 10 or later); it was warm enough for the cape that I have to envisage walking outside; it wasn’t raining although overcast and, most importantly, the phrase “comme d’habitude” ran through my head like a leitmotif. Habits can be wonderful.

It took me longer than it used to: what is it about a seemingly minor accident that affects one’s whole system? But oh the joy of walking into my local bakery on my own two feet, sit down to my usual table, see my coffee buddies and pick up my mail – as usual.

OK that was enough for the morning, if not perhaps for the day, and I didn’t refuse the offer of a lift home. Still comforting to know that soon “comme d’habitude” will be simply that – as usual or according to my normal pattern.

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Saturday, February 20, 2016

I dressed myself or…


Freedom.

I would love to see all of your faces as you read that particular phrase “I dressed myself”.
Some will know recent history and realize what I am talking about; others will wonder.

This past week has seen tremendous progress concerning my broken arm: no pain meds during the day, but still a double dose at night – amazing how a different position can change so radically the level of pain – I had always heard that bones take awhile and are painful, but I never really believed it. I did learn what works currently so that was great progress.

Then came the day when I wasn’t dressed until almost 11 a.m. and they were back to undress me at shortly before 6 p.m. That, together with hitting the 4-week mark after surgery, had me making the bold move of deciding that perhaps I could do it on my own – at least for the weekend!

I first cancelled Sat. night’s undressing and Sunday’s dressing and undressing, then when the friend with whom I used to have coffee on Saturday mornings turned out to be free this morning I thought, o.k. it’s now or never,  and last night cancelled this morning’s nurse as well.

Remember when you were two or three and begging to not only chose your own clothes, but also to put them on? I remembered the feeling as I managed to do it all, ON MY OWN, this morning. Perhaps we all need that occasional reminder of how quickly our circumstances can change and of how difficult it can be to be even temporarily and mildly handicapped: gives us a better perspective and understanding for those who have permanent problems and helps us to be more tolerant.

The sense of pride and freedom have made this day a good day: for the space of some 60 hours I don’t have to wait for someone to come and help me – I CAN do it on my own.

Does this mean back to normal? Of course not, but it does give me a glimpse of a time in the not-too-far-distance when life will again run smoothly without the sling, when I will forget what it was like to have been so dependent upon others. When I will decide how, when and with which clothes to dress myself, freedom indeed!




Friday, February 19, 2016

Wigs & Frizzy hair = Sushi


Most women have a “thing” (or two or three) about their hair. My friend D-L had for many years just the perfect color of red hair for her (both her coloring and her personality): thanks to a second bout of breast cancer she currently wears a wig, one that is about the same color so very few of us actually realize that it is a wig.

I, thanks to having broken my right arm, am currently at the mercy of the nurses for shampooing my hair and certainly do not get it blown dry so have to live with frizzy hair – I who prefer dead straight (another well-known fact is that no woman wants the hair she has, or if so only a couple of days a year).

On top of many things that we have in common besides our current hair problems: a love of sushi!

For many months she has been unable to enjoy sushi as was taking chemo and couldn’t take the risk of any other type of infections (and trying to only eat vegetarian sushi wasn’t going to happen); I, without someone to eat them with and recently without being able to get around as well, had them only once during the whole time that she couldn’t so it was a great celebration when we could finally go together again. Her blog:

Bless her husband: they picked me up, he delivered us to the door and we had eyes bigger than our stomachs thoroughly enjoying re-connecting over one of our favorite foods (he went and had a kebab as, first of all sushi isn’t really his thing and secondly he is good about giving us time together).

Who would have thought though that we were going to also have to cooperate: it took two of us to get the coke bottle open! Ah, when one adds one strength to another all becomes possible.

We will enjoy many more sushi meals together I am sure, but this one had a particular flavor that will linger on in our memories.



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Wednesday, February 17, 2016

35,523,986 minutes ago…


That, more or less, is thirty-five million, five hundred twenty-three thousand, nine hundred and eighty six minutes ago (after all is it only based on that day and today’s day, not on exact time born nor exact time today) there appeared yet another human being on this particular planet: me

The fun that one can get up to online is highly entertaining.

This “fact” came thanks to a friend’s sending me a link to a web-site that calculates what the favorite song was on the day that you were born. Of course once there, a number of other “important” calculations can be made, including how many minutes ago one was born.

Does this change the world? Change anything? Even slightly interesting?
Not really, but in the “good ‘ol days” one would actually have had to sit down and physically calculate it whereas here in seconds one knows, for better or for worse.
 
Continuing I clicked on the top radio songs of that year: Dinah Shore, Nat King Cole, Peggy Lee, Bing Crosby, Doris Day, Mahalla Jackson, Ella Fitzgerald, Perry Como, Gene Autry, Al Jolson, Tommy Dorsey, and many I never heard of, including a wonderful title by Evelyn Knight: “Powder your face with Sunshine”

Ah… what a wonderful thought and especially as it is  currently still gray outside, think I’ll hold that thought – where can one wear sunshine (or good cheer or friendliness) better than on one’s face!



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