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Monday, December 12, 2016

Holidays, Vacations, and Trouble


What do holidays and vacations have in common? Among other things, rushing around ahead of time. Instead of happily anticipating a vacation, we run around making sure we have everything we need or must do ahead of time—buy miniature toiletries and new clothes, cancel the newspaper, stop the mail, etc., etc., etc.

Christmas should be a time of joy and remembrance of the reason to celebrate. Instead, we are consumed by what we have to do. We have to buy presents for our loved ones—oh, and don’t forget that gift for the office exchange. We have to bake cookies. We have to clean. We have to decorate our houses. We have to send out cards. We drive ourselves crazy trying to remember what we’ve forgotten.

Along with all that rushing around comes trouble. Several years ago, while thinking about what I still needed to do before a vacation, I didn’t see a curb, tripped, and fell to my knees on the sidewalk. Ouch. That shook me up enough to make me slow down. In anticipation of driving to our sister’s for Christmas one year, my other sister hurriedly walked her dog, slipped on ice, and broke her wrist. People have car accidents because they’re thinking about something else and not paying attention.

There’s the crux of the problem. Not paying attention. You would think that after falling (or nearly falling) I would be more careful. I am. Usually. With the first big (no, make that BIG) snow of the season, I’m cautious as I walk outside. No rushing for me. So what did I do? I tripped in my own house over something I should have put away and slammed into a curio cabinet. I didn’t fall, thank goodness, but my upper arm sports a huge bruise.

From the above anecdotes, you might think what a klutz. And you’d be right. I was never graceful, even in my younger days. Although I try to be more cautious, I don’t always pay attention—like the time a couple of us left book group, talking, and I missed a step and landed on my hip. Good thing I have lots of padding there.  LOL

My advice—to you and, especially to myself—is to slow down. And all those things that you have to do? The world will not come to an end if you don’t do them. Don’t stress over what you haven’t done. Relax. Enjoy the season. Don’t get so wrapped up in the rush. Be careful. Remember why we celebrate. 


Monday, March 28, 2016

The Good and the Bad



This week has held both good and bad news. The bombings in Belgium stunned all of us. The horror, especially for the victims and their families, spread across the world. Since 9-11, we still can’t understand how people can do this to other people.

Last week wasn’t so good for me. I’d be doing great with exercises, walking, and physical therapy. Then Tuesday night, as I was leaving book group, I fell and landed on my hip. After getting up, walking, and driving home, I thought okay, it’s not broken. On Thursday, the pain really kicked in. While thinking I don’t have time for broken bones, I hit the ER. 

Here’s the good news. No broken hip. Thank God for watching out for me. I really have too much to do in the next month. A reminder to pay attention, especially when yakking away with friends. A special thank you to them for helping me up and rescuing my keys, phone, and purse—all of which when flying when I went down. A good friend wasn’t as fortunate. In January, she fell, broke her hip, had surgery for pins, which didn’t work, and had hip replacement the day I fell. I really wasn’t trying to be a copycat.

More good news. Spring has come and it looks like it’s staying. A major snowstorm skirted north of us, dumping lots of rain here but no snow. Two mallards, a drake and hen, sat on our deck rail. They’ve never done that before. I wonder if they remember Hubs throwing out bread crumbs for the past two summers. 

 

Best news. Yesterday was Easter. A celebration of Jesus’ resurrection. And a reminder that there is life beyond death. And hope. Hope for a better life than what we have here. I cannot imagine not believing in an afterlife. With all the ugliness in this world, I have to believe that in the next life we’ll find justice, forgiveness, and love.

I hope you all have a great week. That the good news outweighs the bad.

On Wednesday, I’ll be over at The Roses of Prose. If you have time, come and visit.