Summertime has finally arrived. I heard rumors of 90 degree weather tomorrow.
It was in the upper 80's today. I was so happy to get on a nice air-conditioned bus at the end of my teaching day. I looked forward to relaxing with a book, or Words with Friends. I am purposefully staying off of social media.
It raised my blood pressure.
So there I was. Nice, air conditioned bus. But something was different. There was a strange odor assaulting my nostrils.
Wait a minute. Odor! My sense of smell has returned!
Oh, joy! Why couldn't it have returned as I was walking past a bakery, or a rosebush.
Nope. It returned on a hot summer day. On a crowded Tri-Met bus.
Sigh. Who knows how long it last. I should be grateful. After all, a sense of smell could potentially save my life.
Gas leak.
Fire in the kitchen.
That sort of thing.
I am trying to work on gratitude. And a positive attitude. It is not easy when you are an Eeyore. A sarcastic Eeyore at that!
But I will try. I get a little worried when I actually think Eeyore thoughts: "What's the use? Nobody cares about me anyway!"
I really don't believe that. But somehow it is on the playlist inside my head.
It helps to keep busy. And spend more time practicing my piano. Words are not involved in practicing the piano, playing the piano, or listening to instrumental music.
Words tend to raise my blood pressure. Funny thing is that writing words is therapeutic to me. And speaking is fine if I am teaching, or helping someone.
Commercials on T.V. make me want to jump off a bridge. I don't watch much T.V.
And lately Facebook makes me want to commit hari-kari. I learned about harikari when I was a young girl. It was on "The Courtship of Eddie's Father", one of my favorite after school programs. Back then television comforted me. Possibly because my brother and I came home alone. My dad would be working, my mother was in taking classes. She later became and R.N.
Anyway, if you missed the episode:
It was in the upper 80's today. I was so happy to get on a nice air-conditioned bus at the end of my teaching day. I looked forward to relaxing with a book, or Words with Friends. I am purposefully staying off of social media.
It raised my blood pressure.
So there I was. Nice, air conditioned bus. But something was different. There was a strange odor assaulting my nostrils.
Wait a minute. Odor! My sense of smell has returned!
Oh, joy! Why couldn't it have returned as I was walking past a bakery, or a rosebush.
Nope. It returned on a hot summer day. On a crowded Tri-Met bus.
Sigh. Who knows how long it last. I should be grateful. After all, a sense of smell could potentially save my life.
Gas leak.
Fire in the kitchen.
That sort of thing.
I am trying to work on gratitude. And a positive attitude. It is not easy when you are an Eeyore. A sarcastic Eeyore at that!
But I will try. I get a little worried when I actually think Eeyore thoughts: "What's the use? Nobody cares about me anyway!"
I really don't believe that. But somehow it is on the playlist inside my head.
It helps to keep busy. And spend more time practicing my piano. Words are not involved in practicing the piano, playing the piano, or listening to instrumental music.
Words tend to raise my blood pressure. Funny thing is that writing words is therapeutic to me. And speaking is fine if I am teaching, or helping someone.
Commercials on T.V. make me want to jump off a bridge. I don't watch much T.V.
And lately Facebook makes me want to commit hari-kari. I learned about harikari when I was a young girl. It was on "The Courtship of Eddie's Father", one of my favorite after school programs. Back then television comforted me. Possibly because my brother and I came home alone. My dad would be working, my mother was in taking classes. She later became and R.N.
Anyway, if you missed the episode:
hari-kari:
ritual suicide by disembowelment practiced by the Japanese samurai or formerly decreed by a court in lieu of the death penalty https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/hari-kari
Now don't worry. Don't send me links to the suicide hotline. I am not really going to commit hari-kari. Especiallys since I am at the library picking up some books by new favorite author: Richard Paul Evans. (The Four Doors, and A Step of Faith).
I need positive, meaningful words to insert into my brain that will hopeful cover up the mean, hateful words that have been flying around the internet.
Once in awhile, a conversation with a friend or family member heals my soul. Especially with the kids.
And sometimes, a conversation with a complete stranger on a bus in Vancouver will catch me off guard. Like the other night. On the Vine. A very nicely dressed, elderly gentleman and I talked nonstop for about 20 minutes. He is a retired philosophy professor. He was so thrilled to discover I teach piano. Intelligent life on the Vine. Who knew?
We exchanged numbers with talk of coffee next week. Intelligent conversation. Perhaps that will keep me off of Facebook?
I am at least very grateful that I have found discipline in my eating style. Intermittent fasting works for me. I have to keep bringing it up to keep myself accountable.
I'm pretty much starting my fast every day at 2:30 p.m. What I need to work on is eating healthier during my eating window.
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| I was in fasting mode yesterday, when I saw this sign at a bus stop. I immediately put the word "Intermittent" with "Fasting" and figured it was a sign to stay on course! |
It will take a bit of planning. Once I get caught up from my teaching break, I will go shopping for much produce!
I have been craving Middle Eastern food. Especially tabbouli. Pretty much anything with garlic in lemon gets me salivating. But tabbouli is my favorite. I have lately been making it grainless (no bulgar). With a ton of lemon and garlic.
I need to stop talking about food now. My eating window does not open up until tomorrow at 10:30 a.m.
I'm going to sign off now and drink copious amounts of water. And then relax with my books.
I hope you are having a lovely Saturday!
Talk to you tomorrow.
Love,
Zita
And here is today's Qi Gong/Hooping Video. Day 112!
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