Friday, October 21, 2011

A Fine Five for Friday

It's Friday and it's been far too long since I've posted a Fave Five Friday post.  It isn't because I have had nothing to be thankful for on Fridays or nothing of note as I've looked back each week at what has transpired.  It's just been a whirlwind Summer and Fall.  Once again, I seem to find myself entering the narrow rapids where life's pace accelerates and I'm paddling like crazy to stay afloat and make progress against the current of my schedule's demands.  Today, however, I am determined to do a Fave Five post so here goes:



1.  I graduated from my Beginning Yoga class.  I didn't think I'd make it but I persevered and got through the 6-week class.  Since then, I've been managing to do yoga every morning except weekends on my own and plan to head over to the Yoga Center once or twice a week for regular classes, if they'll let me in the door.  I wasn't the most promising student and let's just leave it at that.

Linen Weave Scarf
 2.  I managed to finish two knitting projects.  The first one was a linen weave scarf which was so much fun to do.  I did this one in a local class and everyone's scarf was different, depending on what yarns they used.  I wanted a bright scarf (since when have I ever been subtle, eh?) and I think I accomplished my objective.

Julia Cardigan
My second project that was completed was the Julia Cardigan.  I used a Noro yarn (Transitions) which worked out into this lovely striped pattern.  Now all I have to do is weave in a few stray ends and then work up two button tabs and sew on the buttons.  Unbelievably, it fits perfectly.


 3.  I found a book that my mother is enjoying.  I was having a terrible time finding a book that Mom liked after we finished David Baldacci's Wish You Well.  First I tried a Garrison Keillor book, Pontoon but it had parts that I had to keep editing on the fly as I read it aloud to her.  In fact, I had to do so much editing because of the off-color parts that I was having trouble figuring out where I was and who I was in the story plus Mom wasn't "getting" it at all.  I went home and did some internet searches on "Funniest books for Senior adults" and came up with several promising ones.  I went back to the nursing home armed with a P.G. Wodehouse book and a Mark Twain book (Innocents Abroad).  I discovered, to my dismay, that Mom is now beyond appreciating or understanding witty parodies.  Wodehouse has delicious passages that really play on words but Mom just doesn't get it.  Twain is a master at satire in Innocents Abroad but satire is beyond Mom now at 98 years old.  Back to the drawing board.  Frustrated, I went to the local bookstore's children's section and grabbed several normal books amongst the many paranormal, science fiction or horror offerings available.  Mom never enjoyed the latter genres when she was in her right mind and she sure wouldn't enjoy them now.  Yesterday we started reading The Best School Year Ever.  She perked right up.  When I had to stop to take her down to the lunch room, she told me, "This is a really good book.  I'm enjoying it."  I think we've got a winner.  Yay!

Luke is getting bigger
 5.  I finally got some new pictures of the grandchildren.  It's been ages since the kids sent us pictures of the grandchildren (or it seems that way).  Yesterday Laura sent us a bundle of pics of Luke and Mika.  Little Luke is getting really big.  She said he is now wearing size 12 month and some size 18 month clothes, even though he is only 3 months old.

Mika, the Explorer
 Mika is continuing to thrive back in the States.  Although she hasn't gotten much heavier, she seems a lot taller to me and she is swimming, climbing, running around exploring everything, and now....potty training.  Laura reports that Mika seems more excited about the fact that she can easily pull her "undies" up and down now than  actually getting excited about using the potty.  I'm sure this is a stage we all went through. Ha!


Celebrating 50 years at Country and Town Baptist Church
6.  I have to add a sixth "Fave" today.  This weekend is our 50th anniversary celebration for our church.  We have a full weekend of activities planned and many former members coming from out-of-state to help our congregation celebrate this milestone in our church's history.  I've had the privilege of writing a series of "decade" monologues, beginning with the Sixties, that I got to record and that were then put into a video montage.  It really gave me a sense of how long our church has been part of this community and a part of my life, since we came to this area and joined it in the late 80's.  It should be a meaningful and fun time to look back at where we've been and look forward to where God is taking us.

What are you thankful for this past week?  Hop over to Living to Tell the Story and see how you can join the fun in posting your own Fave Five post.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Musical Wisdom


Have you ever had a song come on the radio that suddenly put you right back to a particular place or time?  Or has a song brought up a long-forgotten memory?  I was listening to the radio today as I was putting on my makeup when Brad Paisley's Letter to Me came on the air.  It's a poignant song detailing all the things that a man would like to put in a letter for his younger self to read, if he could.  One of the things he talks about is how that devastating breakup with a girlfriend at seventeen becomes a blessing when viewed in hindsight years later.

It immediately took me back years to a time when my son was finishing up high school and getting ready to head off to college.  He had just broken up with his girlfriend and it wasn't his choice to do so.  He was heartbroken.  Believe me, there are few things worse than seeing your child hurting so much and wanting to just make it all better as a mother, but knowing that some things will just take time.

What I WAS able to do was to sit down with him and reaffirm what a great guy he was and to tell him that, even though he couldn't see it now, it was all part of God's bigger and better plan for him because somewhere out there was a young woman who was going to be just the right person for him.  I told him that I knew this was hard to believe at this moment in time but that he had to just cling to that hope (and trust his mom, who had been around the block a few more years and times than he had and who had experienced more than a few breakups of her own before meeting the right guy).  I told him other things, things like what type of personality I thought the girl for him should have.  He's a feeler and I told him that the last thing he needed was a girl who was standoffish or unemotional or saw everything through a wall of logic.  He needed someone who was filled with joy, who loved to laugh and hug, someone who cared passionately about the things he cared for.  I told him that the hurt he was feeling wouldn't go away through force of will or quickly.  It would take time.  Someday, though, he'd look back and see the wisdom in the breakup.


The college years went by in a blur and soon our son was off working with the poor here and abroad.  One day we got a phone call telling us that he'd met a girl.  She was "the one."  It didn't take me long to see that he was right.  If I had written up a "job description" for a wife and helpmate for my son, this young lady would have met every criteria.  He was blessed and we were thankful that God had brought them together.


Today we are STILL feeling blessed and thankful that these two found each other.  We couldn't love our daughter-in-law any more if she was our own natural-born daughter.  We have two fantastic grandchildren.  And I'm so happy for that breakup years ago because two young people went on to find the right life partners for themselves and have great families of their own now.

Friday, October 14, 2011

More Than a Passing Resemblance

I was driving out of our subdivision this morning and passed a lady out walking her dogs.  She was walking two Saluki hounds.  Saluki dogs are desert dogs, thin, bony, sharp-angles, long-legged, and bred for speed.  I started to laugh as I drove past her because I was already carrying on this conversation with her in my head.

"You and your dogs are a good match,"I'd say. 

"Why do you say that?" she would ask.

"Well, because their size and shape suit you.  You would obviously look silly walking a short, squat English bulldog," I'd answer.

You see, this lady was tall and reed-thin, all jutting angles.
I was thinking about dogs and their owners as I drove on to my destination.  So many of us seem to have dogs that resemble us or our personalities, don't we?

Fresca and Dee



I have Fresca, the Wonder Dog, an American Eskimo Dog.  She's neurotic, over-protective, going full-tilt one minute and then conked out the next.  Everything she does is quick and jerky, not slow and lumbering.  I tend to be that way, too.   My kids used to tell me to "Slow Down!"  They thought I walked like I was going to a fire.    Fresca is suspicious of newcomers and warms up to people on her own terms.  She's got an attitude, too.  But she is also loyal to the extreme and very content to just stay close to me, wherever I am.


 

All of my dogs have been herding dogs.  My first dog was "Tichi", a Shetland Sheepdog.  She was the same way.....loyal, protective, and neurotic.

 
There was "Waseca", my Australian Shepherd.  She was smart as a whip, protective, slightly neurotic, and my shadow.

 
"Ishtar", another Shetland Sheepdog, was so smart that one of her dog class instructors told me to just give her the class manual and let her read it for herself.  She was also very protective, my shadow, and a very loyal friend.  She was a great watchdog.  All of my dogs have been clowns in the privacy of their home but wary of strangers.  Sounds a lot like me.


I have a friend whose dog is Fresca's best friend.  My friend is little but mighty.  She reminds me of a scrappy rat terrier......someone who would think nothing of flinging herself after something and then grabbing it and shaking it until it gives up in desperation.  Her dog, Schatze, is scrappy, too.  Although Schatze is tiny, she thinks nothing of trying to take on Fresca for daily wrestling matches.  She also ALWAYS has something to say about everything, whether it is to a passerby on the street or talking back to us, if she isn't pleased with something.  Yup, she and her owner suit each other.



My nephew has a part-pitbull/Labrador mix.  When he first got Snoopy, I was really leery.  I'd heard all the horror stories about pitbull dogs.  But this dog is a big, overgrown puppy.  Oh, don't get me wrong.  I wouldn't want to come up against him in the dark if I was an intruder.  He's all muscle and focus when he's checking something out.  His owner, my nephew is a fit young man, one of Uncle Sam's warriors.  I'm sure he could do some damage if he wanted to.  But at heart, he's a goofy guy, good-natured and fun-loving, just like his dog.


There are always those dog owners and their dogs that don't fit, however.  I must admit that my son-in-law falls into that category.  Here you have a man's man......a guy who loves outdoor sports, hunting, shoots all types of guns as a hobby, lifts weights, races motorcycles, you name it.  Yet what dog did he pick?  A Cavalier King Charles Spaniel!  These aren't exactly working dogs.  They are pretty frou-frou animals.  He calls his dog "his sweet girl."  I can only think that she has taken the place of any daughter he might have, since he's not a father at the moment.  After all, we all know that men turn into tubs of melted butter when it comes to their daughters.

Are you a dog-owner?  How do you resemble your dog?
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Monday, October 10, 2011

Yogi Bowling

 Fountain by Pool

I was only half kidding when I looked around the classroom today in yoga class and asked the instructor, "Did everyone hear that we were going to be doing some horrible poses today and that's why so few of us showed up?"  It was more likely because it was Columbus Day but then again......

After some warm-up breaths and Chandra Namaskara 1, or Salutation to the Moon, our instructor told us that we were going to be working today on balance poses.  Oh, oh!  Am I a klutz?  Yes!  Am I balanced?  Not on your life!

First she had us doing Warrior 3.  You get into Warrior pose, bend forward over the front leg, stick the other leg out behind you and put your arms straight out in front of you.  We tried it on our mats first.  Whoops, I was listing like an unstable Tower of Pisa and wham, I started to go over but made a remarkable recovery if I do say so myself, even if it DID involve some flapping of my arms and several circles to get myself back on the mat.

"Everyone take a block and put it next to a wall," our instructor suggested.  "Now put your foot right up along the wall and touching the block.  When you go into your Warrior Pose and then extend your leg, you can just hug the wall and focus on that block."

There was only one problem.  My foot couldn't be placed alongside the wall because I had about 8 inches of hip holding me away from the wall.  I think what I REALLY needed was a ballet barre placed directly in front of me.  Oy!

Next was the "Half Moon" pose.  Oh, my......if it only involved pulling my britches down a bit, that would be a piece of cake.  But no.....you have to form a triangle again with one leg up, one arm down on the mat, and one arm pointing skyward.  Sure.  This time around, when I lost my balance, I almost knocked over my neighbor.  I felt like I was bowling with my body.

"Why don't we all go into the Child's Pose and take some calming breaths," our teacher suggested.  Sounded good to me.

"Is there anything we should be doing if we stand up and the room is whirling and we're light-headed," a classmate asked, looking a little green around the gills.

"Oh, my," said our instructor.  "Definitely stay down on the mat.  I'd hate for you to pass out."
Since we were all down on the mat by now, we went into some back bend poses, the Bow Pose, and the Camel Pose.  No way could I reach my ankles or feet on that last pose so I just kept my hands on the small of my back.


Then we got to do some twists.  We did one called "Half Lord of the Fishes" and it didn't feel too bad in the modified version with one leg bent and placed on the outer edge of your other leg's thigh.  But when she suggested we try bending that other leg and putting the foot up against our bottom, well, forget it.  It wasn't happening.  I went back to the modified version.  Buddha, Kamakura, JapanImage via Wikipedia


"Now to increase the stretch, you can place your forearm on the outside of the bent knee.  If you can't do that, just hold your knee," our teacher demonstrated. Believe me, I was holding that knee for all she was worth.  I snuck a glance over at my friend.  Darn, not only was she able to bend both of her legs, but she also had her arm on the outside of the leg AND she was doing some sort of Buddha thing with her hand.  It looked quite Zen.  On the other hand, I was doing the "white-knuckle" thing with my hand.  It didn't look Zen but it did look stable.

Next week is our last class before she turns us loose on other teachers.  We'll be doing a Vinyasa Flow class (I'm hoping it will be greatly modified for beginners) and then she'll tell us about all the different classes available at the center.  Believe it or not, I'm looking forward to the class AND I'm definitely planning to find another class to join to continue my yoga journey.  I would imagine if our instructor is a praying woman, she is praying it won't be one of hers.







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Saturday, October 08, 2011

Ole and Lena and Dad

 Garrison KeillorImage via Wikipedia

I was listening to a Garrison Keillor podcast the other day and he was telling some "Ole and Lena" jokes.  Now unless you are from the Midwest and probably older than 70 (or have parents who are in that age group), you might not be familiar with Ole and Lena.  Ole and Lena can be Norwegian, Finnish, or Swedish, depending on who is telling the joke, but suffice it to say that they are always Scandinavian. My dad grew up in Wisconsin and my mom was from Minnesota, prime Ole/Lena territory.

Dad had a large repertoire of these jokes but he usually only told them when we kids were in bed or out of the room.  You see, many of these jokes were a tad risque, at least to my young, tender ears.  Yet, I can remember him holding forth to the delight of aunts and uncles gathered out on the back lawn on the farm on hot summer nights.  I'd be hunkered down upstairs by an open window, straining to hear what was going on amidst the laughter.  Dad was a great storyteller.

Here's a nice, tame Ole and Lena joke for you:

Ole is in bed, dying.  He's incredibly ill and really on his last leg.  Then he smells the wonderful aroma of Lena's homemade rhubarb pie.  It's his favorite dessert.  He falls out of bed and crawls down the hallway to the kitchen, so weak that he has to literally drag his body since he can't even walk.

When he gets to the kitchen, there it is....a rhubarb pie cooling on the counter.  With his last bit of energy, Ole reaches up to grab a bit of that pie.  Just then, Lena glances over, sees him reaching for the pie and grabs a broom and starts beating him over the head with it.

"You leave that pie alone," she shouts.  "That's for the funeral."

So.......what jokes were part of your family gatherings?  Take a moment today to remember a few and let some laughter brighten your day.





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Wednesday, October 05, 2011

Cursing for Charity


Back when our children were younger, one of their favorite relatives to come for a visit was their Aunt Maxine.  She was also one of my favorite aunts so I was delighted that they enjoyed her as much as I did.  Aunt Maxine was always a colorful person...a true original.  She was plain-spoken, loved to have fun, adventurous, could tell a great story, AND she cursed when she'd get mad.  That last attribute might seem a little out-of-place in a list of fine qualities but, for someone who grew up in a non-cursing environment, it was a true source of entertainment and fascination.


On one of her visits to our home, our children came up with a "system" to help her stop swearing.  They solemnly informed her that anytime she said a bad word in front of them, she would have to put a quarter in a jar that would then be divided up between the two of them at the end of her visit.  Maxine agreed and the kids went into "Swear Patrol" mode.


If we were out driving and someone cut her off in traffic, "#%$ @ those potlickers," Maxine would shout.

"Oh, oh.....Aunt Maxine, you need to put a quarter in the jar," the kids would shout.

"#@&#, you're right, your Aunt Maxine shouldn't have said those words," she'd reply, fishing for her purse to toss it into the backseat.  "Kids, find a quarter in there, would you?"

That's how it would go the entire visit and the children were noticeably richer by the end of her stay.  And now, I've discovered that there is actually an online "cussing jar" for people who are trying to kick the swearing habit.  In this internet age, it really shouldn't surprise me.  To sweeten the pot, all of the proceeds are donated to charity.  If you want to check it out, you can go to The Swear Jar .  Who knew that all those years ago, that old cussing jar would catch on for goodness?

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Tuesday, October 04, 2011

Om, My Aching Knees!

It's another week and another yoga class.  The weather has turned cold here in Pennsylvania and my joints have been letting me know it.  So I wasn't exactly striding exuberantly into class today.  It was more a subdued shuffle.  Ouch!  Maybe some stretching and gentle posturing would help.

Our new "breath" today was one for warming you up.  Our teacher told us not to try it if we had sinus problems or were prone to hot flashes.  Hmmm, I'm the Queen of "flashes" and if my sinuses could be tried and convicted in a court of law for crimes against the body, they'd be put away for life.  Forget that breath!

We went through some of our poses from previous weeks and I wasn't doing too bad.  Then we moved on to some new poses.  First up was the "Pigeon Pose."  I'll spare you the exact details.  Suffice it to say that you were supposed to have one leg out back behind you, one leg tucked in toward your body and your forehead on the mat in front of you, arms in front.  As the instructor came around making little adjustments to our postures, she asked me how it felt.

"It feels like hell," I said, "But don't mind me."  I looked at my friend groaning next to me.  "I'll never eat another pretzel," I whispered to her.  "I suddenly have a LOT of empathy towards them."

We tried another pose where you stand in a wide "V" and bend at the waist, put your hands on the ground and then your forehead on the mat. 

"Excuse me," I said, waving my hand (which was NOT on the mat).  "I could have sworn you just said put your forehead on the mat."

"Yes, I did," the instructor replied.  "Of course, that's the goal so you probably won't get to that point right away."

Uh-huh.....she took pity on me soon enough and came by with a block that I could put my hands on.  When she wasn't looking, I stood it on end to gain another four inches.  Every little bit helps.

Next pose was the Boat Pose.  Oh, boy.  I'm a retired Naval officer.  If I can't do something entitled "Boat", I'm not worthy of being called an Old Salt.  This should be a piece of cake.

Our instructor began the instruction on this by saying, "Now, I WILL tell you that when this pose is announced in classes, it is usually met with lots of groans."

Dang, this wasn't sounding as promising after all.  We got down on the mat in the Staff Pose, sitting with legs stretched out in front of us.  "Make sure you're firmly on your 'sitting bones' and feeling grounded," she said.

"Grounded?" I thought.  "This big ass isn't going anywhere.  Believe me, it's very grounded."

She showed us the pose (sort of like a crunch but with your legs off the ground and extended upward while your back is upright but leaning backward and your arms are pointing toward your feet.  Uh-huh!  There was a modified "half-boat pose" you could do where you bend your knees and can even support your legs a bit if you have to by gripping your thighs underneath.  Goodness knows, I was trying.  I figured that my arms hadn't come through for me so surely my stomach muscles (they had to be in there somewhere) ought to be good for something.

Our long-suffering instructor made the rounds again, checking on our progress.  As she came down to our end of the room, I cheerily called out, "Just consider this the 'Paddleboat' section of the class."

The Reverse Plank Pose was the next order of business.  Again we went into the Staff position and this time we were to put our hands slightly behind our hips on the mat and then point our toes and lift our torso into a straight line.  I huffed and I puffed but I seemed to be mightily grounded to my mat.  Apparently I had invented a new pose....."The Cement in the Booty" pose.

Finally it was time for Savasana, the Corpse Pose, the highlight of my every yoga class.  As I sank down into the mat and felt the tension and stress floating away, one final thought drifted through my consciousness.  "Gosh, I could use a donut!"
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Thursday, September 29, 2011

Lock Up Your Daughters: The Tower or Threat Approach


I was putting on my makeup this morning and listening to the radio, as is my usual routine, and heard the country song "Cleaning This Gun" by Rodney Atkins.  It's sung from the perspective of a father who is inviting a young man into his home who is getting ready to take the father's daughter out on a date.  It's a cute song and it got me to remembering one of the first times a young man came to OUR door to take out our daughter.  It really had seemed like only yesterday that she'd been just a bored, squirmy toddler.


I turned around and she was all legs and curls and playing dress-up and collecting My Little Ponies.  Boys were one of the last things on her mind.  That was fine by me.  I wasn't looking forward to her dating years. 

But time waits for no man (or mother) and soon she was a lovely young woman and young men were lined up.  The inevitable moment arrived when a gangly young fellow showed up at the door to take her out on a date.  My hubby showed remarkable restraint as he invited him in and spent some time talking to him before our daughter made her appearance.

As they walked to the door, he stepped aside to hold the door for her and let her through and as she walked out, I touched his arm to hold him back for a moment.  I whispered in his ear, "My husband is a lot nicer than I am.  If you do anything that you shouldn't with my daughter, I WILL kill you.  Do you understand?"    He looked a little green around the gills, nodded quickly and was out the door.

I was remembering all this as I listened to the song today.  I was thinking how there was a lot more I could have said.  I mean, I COULD have said, "I've been in the Army AND the Navy and you don't want to mess with my daughter because I know more ways to kill or maim a man than you can even imagine.  Have I made myself clear?"  Of course I would have never actually done anything, I don't think, but who knows?  Mothers can be pretty protective of their young.


Back to that song.....I was also thinking that my son better start thinking about this kind of situation now because that little Sweet Pea is going to grow up so fast it will make his head spin.  Since he's a pacifist, he can't very well be cleaning a gun when that first earnest young man shows up at his doorstep, but my boy's a writer.  Surely he can come up with some good one-liners.  And if he needs some help?  Hmmm, Nana, the Enforcer has a nice little ring to it, don't you think?

Monday, September 26, 2011

Like a Sugar Addict in a Bakery



The day I saw the announcement that Kindle owners could now join the ranks of ebook device owners who were borrowing ebooks from their local libraries, I headed (well, via the internet) straight to my local library to see if it was so.  The good news was that ebook borrowing WAS coming to my local library via my Kindle BUT Overdrive was still in the process of setting up the feature at libraries around the country and they didn't anticipate it would be available at my library until sometime in October.  Bummer!  However, I went ahead and let the rest of the family members in our "Kindle Family Group" know, in case their libraries already offered the service.


It wasn't long before my daughter-in-law emailed me to say that she had successfully borrowed a book electronically via her library in Texas.  I was feeling a little left-out until I did the proverbial slap on the head and thought to myself, "Hey, I can just borrow a library book on my Nook."  So I migrated back to my home library's website and noticed that there was now a graphic up there indicating the borrowing program for Kindle devices was apparently working.  Oh, boy....that was only 2 days after my initial peek at their system.


I decided that I'd poke around the e-holdings to see what was available and try borrowing something just to see how hard or easy it was.  Oh, my......I was amazed at how much was available.  Many of the bestsellers were "checked out" but you could place an electronic hold on a copy.  I know that library consortiums purchase licenses that dictate how many e-copies of a book can be checked out at one time.  Therefore, it makes sense that there would be a wait for more popular titles.  This might come as a surprise to some of you.  Many of my friends have told me that they just assumed if it was an e-copy, that it could be checked out by an unlimited number of borrowers and there would never be a wait again for popular titles.  Um.....wrong!  The good news is that you can place a "hold" on an ebook and when a copy is available and you are next in line, they notify you to check it out.



I settled on "7 Personality Types" by Elizabeth Puttick.  There was a copy available so I followed the steps to check it out (which were VERY self-explanatory) and then as a final step, it popped me over to Amazon's website where I had to check into my Amazon account and then tell it which Kindle to download it to.  The final step was to walk over to my Kindle, turn on the wireless, and within seconds the book appeared on my Kindle.  When I go up to my Amazon account again and click on "Manage My Kindle", the title is up there with the words "Public Library" next to it.


My library system has some video tutorials on how to use the Overdrive borrowing system but I found a great post on a fellow blogger's website this morning with two short videos that talk about borrowing on the Kindle and also how to return your library books early (if you finish before the borrowing period is up).  Here is the link to The Digital Reader .  Both videos were produced by libraries and should answer your questions.

I already have hundreds of books in my digital library and I've bought a good many of them.  Others have been free courtesy of Amazon and generous authors.  This new borrowing service opens up even more possibilities.  I feel like a kid in a candy shop.....a sugar addict let loose in a bakery and even better, it's fat-free!  Whee!

Incidentally, that personality book I checked out?  It's probably the most accurate book I've ever read for nailing my personality and I've read a LOT of books on personality types, including many on the Myers-Briggs model and the Enneagram model.  I'd highly recommend it.  Why not see if your library has an e-book copy of it to borrow? 


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Saturday, September 24, 2011

Limber or Lumber

Helen yoga Image via Wikipedia I finally got up enough courage to sign up for a yoga class that began this month.  It's taken me a lot of years to get to this point.  Now I've long admired anyone who can pull off those skin-tight outfits (we used to call them "leotards" in my prepubescent ballet class days) with panache.  They're usually the same people who move with a cat-like grace and look like they haven't eaten a doughnut in years, let alone been tempted to devour an entire cake in one sitting.  I ain't one of 'em.

I guess what finally gave me the courage to get to a yoga classroom was the realization that living a long life isn't going to be all that great if I end up slumped in a wheelchair, too weak to support my weight because I've let my muscles atrophy like my almost 98-year-old mother.  It takes 3 nurses just to get her into her wheelchair or off and on a toilet now.

Buddha, Kamakura, JapanImage via WikipediaI found a yoga class that was billed as "An Introduction to Yoga."  It sounded perfect for me.  I wanted to ease into it slowly and not become so intimidated that I'd run for the nearest bakery at the first hint of challenge. 

Woman sitting cross-leggedImage via WikipediaMy first class wasn't so bad.  Most of the other class members were about as inexperienced as I was, although I DID appear to be the oldest in the group.  Our first pose was just to sit cross-legged on our mats, like those serene statues I'd seen pictures of.  Uh-huh!  I THINK I used to be able to do that but when I tried this time, my knees wouldn't come anywhere close to the floor and my ankles were screaming in protest.  Our instructor told us that we could grab a little round cushion, bolster, or blanket to sit on to get our hips up higher than our knees to correct our pose and make it more comfortable.  Most grabbed the cushions or blankets.  I headed straight for the thicker bolster and sat on that.  Hmmm, it was a little better but still uncomfortable.  I hoped it would get better over time. 

We did some breathing exercises.  I was pretty good at those.  I mean, how can you screw those up, right?  From those we went to a standing pose - the "Mountain Pose."  This was good....it was just standing tall with a little shoulder roll to loosen things up.  Hey, look at me.  I was doing yoga.  Whee!

We moved from this to a Standing Forward Bend.  I think our instructor told us to try to place our palms flat on the floor next to our feet.  I was too busy trying to figure out where to put my stomach.  My stomach won out and my palms never made it any further than mid-calf.

From there we got down on our mats on all fours to do the "Cat" and "Dog" pose.  No problem with those.  These were easy.  The other poses we've been learning since that first class have included the Downward Dog (think making your body into an inverted "v" - it ISN'T easy, especially if your arms aren't strong), the Warrior Pose (I LIKE this one.  Maybe it's my military background), the Extended Triangle (Groan....I was never very good at Geometry), and the Big Toe Pose (are you KIDDING me?  Could we go for the Fat Knee Pose and call it good?)

Our instructor also had us try the Lunge the other day.  We were supposed to get into that by going from a Downward Dog, then lifting one leg up high into the air (I had this sudden urge to look for a fire hydrant), and then walk that leg up between our hands.  Are you freaking kidding me?  My "walk" became a collapse and then a scramble on all fours to get into position.  I looked anything but graceful.  My muscles were still protesting from the whole leg in the air business.

Thank goodness that each class ends with the Corpse pose.  I'm REALLY good at that one.  In fact, I've actually started to doze off in that position.  This coming week will be the halfway point of our six-week class.  I keep telling myself that I'm getting limber.  Secretly, I'm more inclined to think that I'm about as limber as a piece of lumber.  I can only hope that this will be an asset when our instructor teaches us the Plank pose.







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Tuesday, September 20, 2011

One Take and Done


Back in my Army broadcasting days, I was known as "One Take Dee" because I almost always would nail a recording session in one take.  That trait continued during my stint in the Navy and on into civilian life.  If it required public speaking, I'd just show up and do it.  If it required any kind of sitting down in front of a microphone and reading an announcement, I didn't need ten tries to get it right.  Sit down, one take, and we were good to go.



That's why today was a little embarrassing.  I've been recording the audio for some short video presentations at our church.  I haven't even had to run my own soundboard.  Our Music Minister has been running it for me and also doing the video editing.  All I've had to do is show up, read the script into a microphone and head out.  Should be easy, right?  Today, though, it took two times to get it right.  Now, in my defense, we did some last-minute editing right before we recorded the audio.  There wasn't time to find a computer and make the changes and then reprint the script.  Instead, I had a bunch of tiny scribbles on my sheet of paper.


Maybe I'll just blame it on the fact that I was watching the premiere of Dancing with the Stars last evening.  I obviously must have had "two-steps" on the brain.  It can't be that I'm getting older or that these darn bifocals need adjusting.  Even with two takes, though, it felt good to be back behind a microphone.

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Thursday, September 15, 2011

Renegotiating the Laugh Lines


Back in my 20's, I used to tell people that I wasn't afraid of aging nor a few wrinkles.  I would say, "I hope I have laugh lines because that will mean that I've laughed a lot through life."  That became one of my mantras, right up there with ...."Heck, no....I'm not afraid to tell you how old I am.  I consider it a real blessing that I've made it THIS far."


I'm starting to rethink that first part of my aging philosophy though.  I mean, when I signed on for laugh lines, I was thinking of a few little lines heading out from the corner of my eyes.  Just a few to add some happy character to my face, you know?


I didn't know that they were going to extend out and around half my face, like cracks in a darn windshield or feathers in angels' wings, if you want to give them a more heavenly metaphor.  Goodness, I could provide an angel with its entire wingspan with the lines on this face.


And another thing!  Since when did the "saggy baggy elephant" come to live at my house?  I don't recall inviting that character inside.


I suppose the culprit is that I tend to be very expressive when I talk and when I laugh.  I use my whole face and my entire body.  Some well-preserved ladies advocate remaining physically "detached" when going through life.....trying not to move any more muscles in their faces than they have to in order to avoid wrinkles.  I guess I could try that but to me, I just look like I'm high on something.


Or I could try that "half-smile" thing where you sort of acknowledge the humor in a situation but not enough to crack a real smile.  It might gain me a month or two before another wrinkle sets in.


You know what?  Screw that!  I've earned every one of these wrinkles and I've had a great time getting them.  Laughter and life should both be approached with gusto.  Let others Botox themselves rigid.  At some point, those faces are going to melt and drop and maybe I'll be the wrinkled, chuckling lady mopping them off the floor.
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