We’ve been home almost a week. Slowly but surely, we’re settling in. The “to do” lists are still a mile long but I do cross off a couple things each day. Coming home, just like last time, makes me realize how far I have to go to get back to “normal” (whatever that is) I’m back to yoga and loving it. The group is smaller since so many snowbirds have headed north. If I get there early enough, I have time to gab with old friends and claim a spot in the shade before we begin. As the weather gets warmer and warmer, those shady spots are prize locations. Even at 8:00 in the morning, it can get pretty warm on the beach.
I went out on Tuesday for turtle patrol for the first time this season. Terry was so happy to have the three of us back together again that she took the selfie that you see at the top of the blog. I usually wear a baseball cap …forgot it that morning. It is fascinating when you’ve been coloring your hair for years to find out exactly what color it really is…which is white and gray with some parts still dark.
And I went to the library for an hour last night to check in and shelve some books.
Everything takes a lot of energy and I don’t last long (no more than an hour) so I’m not much help but gradually I’ll get stronger and build up stamina if I keep at it. At least that’s what I figure.
So it’s good to be home…it’s good to see old friends and pick up where we left off….good to meet at Paneras for breakfast and go out to lunch and hear about new grandchildren and good books and movies I shouldn’t miss. It’s good to relax in the afternoon by the pool with Jerry and slowly cross things off that to do list.
I’m feeling okay, not great. My back is bothering me. Eating often makes me nauseous. I tire easily. I have pills to deal with some of this but my goal is to wean myself away from the pills…that too is happening slowly. When I have a good night’s sleep or feel just fine for an hour or two, I am so grateful. (to think I used to take all that for granted.) I take nothing for granted…celebrate every tiny baby step…am thrilled that I can do a full session of yoga…love going down to the beach every morning …Things get better every day. And, as I have said to so many people, I am alive. The rest of the stuff is small stuff and I’m refusing to sweat the small stuff.
I just finished a fascinating book...Every Day by John Levithan. It’s a YA book …the main character is a sixteen year old who wakes up every day in someone else’s body…sometimes male, sometimes female, gay, straight, athlete, musician, geek, goth….I really liked it. It’s the kind of book that you keep thinking about after you finish it. I’ve been listening to Frog Music and don’t really like it. I think Emma Donoghue is a gifted writer (She wrote Room) but I just don’t love this book.
Finally I’ll leave you with a bit of profound wisdom for the day.