Be free-floating, allowing the situation to surround you, and be in it. Take in the full surroundings, including the temperature of the water.
This may bring incredible clarity, presence and focus. This is what is means to be a jellyfish.

Monday, November 7, 2016

Music Monday! Feelin' Groovy

I wish I was....

This is such a peppy tune, I hope it makes your Monday feel less terrible.

I need all the help I can get to feel groovy. This cold...

And that is all I am going to say about that.

Instead of more complaining, I will wish you all the joy you can find in chatting with a lampost and kicking down the cobble stones.

After all, complaining don't do no good.
Happy Monday!

Sunday, November 6, 2016

Yep, It's Fall ~ I Have A Cold

It used to be the norm. Change of season = Onset of the Common Cold.
But now that my kids are older, well not even kids anymore, we don't get sick regularly anymore.
I love this aspect of children growing older, by the way.
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Used to be me and the boys got strep throat ever few months when they were little. They were prone to it and without fail every time they got it, I got it. Hubby and daughter didn't seem to be affected, but me and the boys - every damn time. And the colds, we got those every other month! Kids in school = Colds every other month.

And I don't even want to tell the story of that stomach flu they brought home from school. Let's not go there. (Besides that it hit every one of us 5 days before Christmas the one year that I was hosting a huge, like 20 people over, family Christmas. That goes in the books as THE WORST.)

As they kids grew and went off to college, we noticed seasonal colds, flus, sore throats, etc virtually were non existant to us. And let me tell you I relished in the fact that we didn't get sick very often.

Then, this happened. Hubby started complaining that he was getting sick. There was some doubt on my part I have to say...after all you know how hubbies can complain at the slightest discomfort and love to be babied. But it was true, he had a cold. Now, this time, for him, it was just a slight congestion, a few sniffles, and lots of complaining of how terrible he feelt. I have gotten used to this. I encouraged orange juice and rest, and gave lots of sympathy and attention, thankful that I didn't have any of those symptons. He didn't even need a box of tissues!

Then it hit me, Friday night. The onset of congestion, runny nose, sneezing, coughing. I was weak, and feeling terrible. I had a roll of toilet paper next to me at all times! (we were out of tissues, again)

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I managed to get to the grocery store early Saturday. Okay it wasn't early - I slept in till 8am! (I am normally up a little after 6am on days I am not up at 5am to make it to 6am yoga or cross fit class.) So I got to the store before I felt like real poopoo. I came home, took the cold medicine and parked myself on the couch with the box of kleenex and spent the entire rest of the day between heavy naps from the medicine and waking hours with kleenex constantly wiping my nose. I was wiped out! (no pun intended...didn't do that on purpose..teehee)

Today, I feel only mildly better. I got up at 6:30am, took meds and coffee. I felt good enough for a 3 mile walk - but not run. (I do think that the medicine and coffee helped with that) But the heavy naps still are necessary.

What do I mean by heavy nap? The nap that you suddenly need because your body and head are extremely heavy. Thus, the sleep is the heavy, 'I am not lifting my head or eyelids until this feeling goes away' kind of sleep.

My nose is red from wiping, I am sneezing, Yes, this all sucks.

I completely blame hubby for giving this to me, by the way. He got it first, 3 days after store, and like clockwork 3 days later I got it. But why was I so much mroe congested than him? Totally random explantaions : I have allergies...he doesn't have tonsils....who knows really. Who cares this still sucks. (And after 23 years of marriage, I am allowed to blame him for things like this, right?.)

Back to wiping nose, and I think it's time to take more meds, and perhaps a cup of tea with honey, and the inevitable medicine induced heavy nap. Thank goodness it is the weekend. Hopefully tomorrow I will be better, who can call in sick for a measly common cold, right?

Monday, October 24, 2016

Music Monday! You Get What You Give

It's been a while. I keep wanting to get a Music Monday done. I keep picking songs, even have a Two for Tuesday picked. But when it came to writing, I was at a loss. Nothing to give.

Yes, I have written about having nothing to write about. A few times, and then some more. It is every writers problem, at one time or another. So I will save those songs when I feel the reason I picked them in the first place.

But this song I heard, and I just felt like writing. I was avoiding the Debate last Wednesday, actually. Hubby wanted to 'witness history' or something like that. Me? Nope. I honestly have such a strong dislike for Trump, that listening to him at all gets me in such an annoyed and angry state it takes me a long time to recover from. I haven't uttered much about the election or the candidates for this reason. It is best for me to just put headphones on and listen to some good music and stay in my happy place.

Anyway, to drown out the blathering on TV, I put on my headphones and started a very decent playlist on YouTube and enjoyed some good 90's music. This song came on, and I loved the happiness in the video. The lead singer just looked like he was enjoying the crap out of the whole song. Then, everyone running through the mall was having a ball.

Yes, it is time to enjoy the crap out of stuff. Enough election crap. Enough negative crap. Enough fighting. Let's just have some plain old fun! 

Wake up kids! We got the dreamers disease! 

Okay, yes I know this song is about being fake. New Radicals' front man Gregg Alexander said he chose this setting because he sees the shopping mall as a metaphor for society—a fake, controlled environment engineered to encourage spending. But the title says it all, really. You do get what you give. If you don't give anything, you don't get anything. And it is peppy. 

And peppy was much, much better than the debate, though you could draw some similarities to the theme of the song {fake} and the presidential candidates {fake}, I won't go there.

You've got the music in you
Don't let go
You've got the music in you
One dance left
This world is gonna pull through
Don't give up
You've got a reason to live
Can't forget
We only get what we give 

I think I will continue to listen to music until all the blathering about the candidates and the election is over. Actually, I will continue after that as well, because music is my happy place. And I will fantisize about letting puppies free in a mall, because that would be so much fun!

If you are curious about the is a good one.

Monday, October 3, 2016

Music Monday! Rock You Like A Hurricane

First, let me apologize. I am sorry for subjecting you to The Scorpions. They are far from a band I like, but after this weekend, and until Hurricane Matthew has inched it's way out of the Caribbean, hurricanes have been in the center of our daily activies. What other song could I pick??

I moved to the Caribbean back in 1993. Being from Western New York, I was not familiar with hurricane tracking. Snow storm tracking, yes, hurricanes, no. But over the years, it became a part of daily life during hurricance season. In June, we get the little newpaper insert that has a tracking map, the list of supplies you should have on hand at any given moment, and with each Tropical update you either add the new tropical depression to what is on your radar or you sit and wait until the next one. 

There were many times we prepped for whatever storm might pass close by. Got the supplies, moved our 'important' things where we thought safest from wind and water, hunckered down and watched tropical update after tropical update until we were in the clear. For 11 years, it was all practice runs. We got good at it, then we got tired of doing it, as (thankfully) we never had a storm hit. 

So when Hurricane Ivan was barreling through the Caribbean, we all went through the motions. I could go on about the severity of the storm, how scary it was to see shit flying through the air like trees, roof tiles, etc. I could go in to the horrible madness of the aftermath (I honestly think the aftermath was far scarier). I could describe how the shock of losing everything leaves you lost, how starting over with 3 small children who knew nothing but security their whole lives leaves scars on everyone. (for years any thunderstorm worried my kids more than it should have)

Instead I will fast forward to this weekend and Hurricane Matthew. An eerily similar path to Ivan thus faras of Sunday afternoon, same late in the season storm. Category 5 hurricane in the same place Ivan was when we started watching him. 

So we have spent all weekend checking every update. The ineternet has made it so you can watch, over and over just hit update, the movement of the storm, get the latest forecasts, watch the effects it has where it has been, etc. So we have been watching, worrying, planning. (I even encouraged hubby to prepare a sacrifice to Poseidon to spare us another disaster...desperate times.....desperate measures and all that......)
From Weather Underground
Let me tell you, I did not miss hurricane tracking when we moved out of the Caribbean in 2004. I enjoyed each summer blissfully ignorant of what was going on in the tropics. And even last season, nothing much to worry about. 

Thanks to Matthew, we slipped right back into hurricane season anxiety. What if it doesn't turn? It looks like Ivan did, what if it keeps heading North West? What will we do? Should we stay and rough it out? Should we leave? Where would we go? Where are our passports?? A unanimous decision - we would book a one way ticket outta here. We started looking at ticket prices Saturday night. Thanks, but no thanks do I want any part of a storm with 150 mph winds, and really, no thanks to the aftermath of that!
From Weather Underground

So what did I do? I had to go to the store to get some staples we ran out of, like bread and such (soda for hubby who doesn't like know necessities....). But for some reason I could not help getting some canned goods, 24 bottles of water, and started thinking 'okay we have flashlights and lanterns, and we should really use up some of the things in the freezer'. Old habits die hard...I was prepping even though we plan on leaving. 

Hurricanes...I don't like them. The anticipation is stressful, and you can't help but to keep checking! I just don't like them. Much like The Scorpions, but can't help this song popping in my head...I don't like them either. Both just seem to keep forcing their way in. 

Monday, September 26, 2016

Music Monday! Who Can It Be Now?

I was in the kitchen the other day, cooking something I can't remember, when I noticed this little guy spying on me.
Who can it be, knocking at my window?
Like he was trying to figure out a way to get in, he stayed there for quite a while. As often happens, 80's songs pop in my head in certain situations, and this was no exception.

Now, I like lizards. It wasn't that I didn't want him to come in really, it was just that he was there, peeking in at me rather suspiciously. Almost creepy.....

I feed the lizards out back, but the ones out front are not as friendly. They run off quckly and do not let us get very close. But I do enjoy seeing them just the same.

However, I can't say we say the same thing about human visitors. In fact, hubby hates having visitors. Several times last week he uttered; 

"I just want to be left the *&$% alone!" 
(edited to not expose you to his use of colorful language that he uses quite regularly).

He does not like surprise visitors, and lately doesn't even like planned visitors. He likes his pivacy. Understandable in our small aparment. There really is nowhere to run and hide. And the older I get (or just the more he rubs off on me), the more I can understand the uncomfortable feeling one gets when there is a knock on the door unexpectedly.

This song was inspired by bill collectors hounding Colin Hay prior to his success, and we can certainly relate to that too. We are still paying off renovations to our home, at the same time gearing up for finishing some unfinished projects we will have to figure out how to pay for. 

I believe we all go through  a 'leave me the *&$% alone' phase at one time or another. That is part of the reason this song was a hit. And sticks in our heads. And creeps in our minds when there is a knock at the door you weren't expecting, or some little critter is stalking you at your kitchen window.

Best off if you hang outside

Don't come in, I'll only run and hide....

Sunday, August 28, 2016

My Sunday Wog Fall and Good Samaritans

I got to sleep in a little today, a nice Sunday, perfect for staying in bed a little long, just because. I got up a little after 7am, but I was feeling very guilty about not getting up earlier to go for a run/walk, or Wog (walk/jog) as I now like to call it. I was a little groggy, but got on my running gear, decided that coffee after the run would be better than before the run, got my Tom Tom Runner searching for a satellite, and turned the ipod on and headed out. 

Photo By Charlesjsharp - Own work,
from Sharp Photography, sharpphotography, CC BY-SA 4.0,  
The 'Go!' beep went off on the Tom Tom , so I started walking. Got on the road and I heard this banging on metal. Strange, but then I saw the culprit. A woodpecker, probably the one I saw in the Almond tree yesterday, was searching for food in the gutters. Cool.

I decided to start to run, and after a little trouble getting going with all the thoughts going on in my head - the questioning of the run, the little bit of soreness as my muscles warmed up, the wonder of it all that I was actually running a mere 20 minutes after I got out of bed, etc. - I eventually got in a 'zone'. The music was good, it wasn't unbearably hot, and I was just running along. I forgot all the reasons I was questioning this run, I was tuned in to the music and the breathing and the pace, and I felt pretty good. 

Ironically, Skinned came on the ipod, and I was totally in the 'Running Zone' (I only made it to #3 on that list as it turned out....)

I waved to other runners, enjoying all the views and smells of beautiful flowers, plugging along. Suddenly, I was falling! I was headed down, and then I was rolling. The music suddenly stopped. I didn't quite know what was happening! 

By the time I realized I had fallen right off the road, the edge of the road dropped about 3 inches to the shoulder, I was on my right side, ipod in the dirt. I looked down at my left knee and saw the blood. I was a bit stunned, but righted myself and got the ipod, all the while actually cussing out loud that I actually wiped out and fell OFF the road! 

As I was getting my bearings, I noticed there is a car stopped next to me and I hear:
 'Are you all right, Miss?'
My first thought was:
 'Damn, how embarrassing, they probably saw the whole thing!'
Then I realised:
 'It must have looked pretty bad if they actually stopped to check on me!'
Then thought:
M. Scott Byers
 'Wow, they actually stopped to check on me, that is so nice!'

I was fine, and I told them so. I just skinned my knee good, and I told them that too. I also added:
 'Hey, thanks for stopping to see if I was okay'.

Because, really, it was nice that they stopped in the middle of the road to see if I was hurt. Who does that anymore, these days? It was so nice to see that these kids (well they weren't really kids, but probably in their twenties) were nice enough to stop and ask if I was okay, and be there if I needed help. 

I tried to keep running because really I didn't feel hurt. I ran on for a little while, but when I saw that blood had dripped all the way to my ankle, I wiped it and decided I best turn around and go home to get cleaned up. No one wants to see a bloody Wogger. 

When I got home, I realized I was missing more skin than I had originally thought. That really didn't bother me. What I kept thinking was how nice it was that someone stopped to see if I was okay. Well, that and that they called me Miss. That made me feel old. But really, I was so glad to know that there are still good people, good young people, out there. I told the story to Hubby, and he said 'their parents raised them right'. 

Right he is! If they listened to the majority of people out there, they would have kept driving, but instead they had the goodness that must have been passed down from their parents, and they stopped to help someone was down, literally on the side of the road in the dirt. Sadly, this seems rare these days. I wish it wasn't, and I am glad I got to experience this all too random kindness. I hope they know they did something very special, it was greatly appreciated, and hopefully they will never lose that urge to help those that may need help. 

My Sunday wog, though cut short, a bit painful, and no doubt will leave me with a nice big scar on my knee, was also a wonderful example of random kindness. I didn't get the 3 miles in that I wanted, but got something much more rare and wonderful - Good Samaritans.
Source: Postitive Success Group

Friday, August 26, 2016

Best Laid Plans for Apple Cake

I tried.
Had this recipe up for almost a week, vowing to make this delicious concoction of healthy apples and sweet cinnimon, so easy, no dairy so safe for Hubby.

I procrastinated, as I am prone to do, and have blogged about many, many times. But finally decided that I would be Miss Accomplishment and bake it before work today.

I put on some music, and began the mixing and cutting of apples, wondering why I don't spend more time baking and cooking. It is these simple pleasures that I want to bring more to the forefront of my life. There has been too much negativity, fighting, and just plain unpleasantness going on, yet while I was mixing and cutting to music, it all fell away and I was relaxed and enjoying the process.

The apples and cinnamon smelled so good, the apples weren't browning, I stirred often. The wet mixture was ready.

Then all that was left was the dry ingredients - and only two of them. I was in the homestretch with time to spare. I pull the flour out of the cupboard and it was....well....alive! Lots of little tiny things were moving about, a pile of them at the bottom of the bag that had apparently lived out their lives and died in a pile. When I put the flour in there, in a Ziplock bag, there were no tiny brown things in it. Right then, it was teeming with them.

With the clock showing I did not have time to run to store, finish this, then shower and get to work, I bitched a little (okay more than a little...I was finally getting this done and now THIS?), and then covered the wet ingredients and put them in the fridge, resigned to getting new flour at the store on my lunch hour.

Lunch hour came and I totally forgot. So then I resigned to get after work. Well, you can guess I didn't feel like going out to the store after work. The next day, rinse and repeat. So finally, after 2 days in the fridge, the wet ingredients were mixed with new flour with no little things moving about, and the baking soda and into the oven it went.

The verdict from Hubby: It's like Apple and Cinnamon Brownies!

I would say, a success after all. Plus, the wise words of my Mother-In-Law will now stick with me "You have to keep the flour in the fridge, that is the only way." Though I do wonder if all that does is chill to death the little crawling things that must have been in there to start....I guess we will never know.

Here is the recipe for those who would like "Apple Cinnamon Brownies" or probably more aptly named Apple Cake. Use unmoving flour and you will love this with a nice cup of tea.

Apple Cake
2 eggs
1 3/4 cups sugar
2 heaping teaspoons cinnamon
1/2 cup oil
6 medium Gala or Fuji or Honey Crisp apples
2 cups flour
2 teaspoons baking powder

Preheat oven to 350°. In a large bowl, mix the eggs, sugar, cinnamon and oil. Peel and slice the apples and add to mixture in bowl (coating as you go to keep apples from turning brown.) Mix together the baking powder and flour and add to the ingredients in the bowl. Mix well (best with a fork) until all of the flour is absorbed by the wet ingredients. Pour mixture into a greased one 9x13 or two 9″ round pans. Bake for approximately 55 minutes.

Perhaps not the prettiest, but it did taste yummy. It is almost gone, and I finished it yesterday. Not bad for a disaster of a start. And the most important thing is, no extra protein from tiny little creepy crawlies.