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.

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. 

Thursday, August 4, 2016

First Day of Vaca = Car Trouble

Of course. The first day of my vacation, I get in the car to make it to the early morning cross fit class, and turn on the windshield wipers to get the dew off - NOTHING.

I should have been preparing for this, I know. Last week the noise started. A loud, tired whirring when the wipers were on.

But did I prepare? Nope.
Who ever fixes anything on a car unless it completely stops working? Especially a 20 year old car.

I am left with the question - worth fixing the wiper motor to sell or just unload as is? We have been talking about selling this one for a slighty less crappy piece of crap.

Tough call. The part locally is twice as much as is should be. We don't have all the tools to follow the instructions on the You Tube videos I have spent the morning pouring over. But who would pay good money for a car that immediately needs repairs?

That is the problem with old cars. I am just not sure I want to spend time on my vacation to muck around with this. Perhaps just order the part and give it a try....and then take to the mechanic if/when we realize this is over our heads.

I went out and looked at the one there, and think that I can handle it. But, could be overly ambitions as I remember of the time I said 'I can check the oil, no problem, don't worry about it I got it!' Then, proceeded to check the steering fluid. The oil thingy is in a very hard to reach spot on my car, I learned.

Oh well, I learned. I learned I desperatlye need an oil change too.

Time for a new used car methinks. Think I can use this pic for the ad to sell it, this is from when it was new to me, and I still liked the car. Got to get in the right frame of mind to convince someone this is the car for them.
So, I will spend one last effrot, money-wise and time-wise, to get this crappy car on the market and then try to find another, less crappy, car to get me around. Would be nice if it fits all the grown kids too. Hopefully the sale of this, and a wee bit more on our tight budget, will lead us to something better.