The Squinch that Could Steal Christmas

blue tango shoeI consider myself healthy. I don’t have hypertension or diabetes or heart disease or cancer. My cholesterol is good. I have no autoimmune diseases. I rarely get colds. But these days I feel as though I’m being nibbled to death by ducks.

Starting with a throat condition that made me have to stop singing, progressing through chronic neck pain and headaches that limit reading, driving, computer work, and sitting at any events such as classes, social occasions or concerts, I’ve been making life-style adjustments for years. I feel like an idiot carrying a pillow into a restaurant, but if I don’t prop myself up to sit very straight, I’ll have a headache by the end of the meal.

The older I get the more of this small stuff goes wrong. For tango dancing I now wear bunion-sparing sneakers with dance socks over them rather than gorgeous tango shoes. I started walking more for exercise, only to come down with that no-good-deed-goes-unpunished condition, plantar fasciitis.

And now that unkindest cut; parosmia has stolen the joy from my life’s central theme: food. Coupled with shorter days, this last blow has brought depression knocking at my door.

I was thinking about all this as I was working out in the yard today, wondering how to write about these minor but mounting travails without seeming like too much of a whiner. Frowning over the problem, I suddenly felt the sun on the side of my face, accompanied by a soft warmth.

This made my face relax, which in turn made my whole body loosen. A quiet joy visited me for a few moments. I was able to recall that I was in my wonderful yard, with a dog I love, mulching with leaves I had collected with my husband one fun fall morning, creating rich soil for the spring.

And the sun was shining.

Part of my work in appreciating the joys and minimizing the sorrows of life is to exercise, meditate, eat well, and socialize. I’ve been doing the best I can with each of these efforts. Perhaps, though, I need to add one more item.

The parosmia makes me grimace a lot, because many things (like coffee brewing) smell bad to me. I need to remember to “feel the sun on my face”, and unsquinch.

 

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Dr. Kinkade goes to Washington

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My friend Gail recently took me to task about my usual blog subject — trying to eat healthier. “Nobody gives a damn if you’re on a diet, Josie. You’re smart, you’re a good writer. Why don’t you write about something important, like politics?”

Ok, Gail, this one’s for you.

My Take on Politics, by Josie Kinkade

The single most important issue in America today is repealing Citizens United. Without this we can’t elect people to represent the People. If you don’t know what this is, Google it.

Today’s Republican Party seems to be dominated by fear, hatred and greed. I can’t fathom wanting to part of such a group. Yet I know numerous kind, nice, generous (if misguided) people who do. Go figure.

It is high time we had a woman president. Hillary is perfectly capable and wants the average citizen to get a fair shake. Sure we can talk about her hair, her bitchiness, her lies, her vote to enter the Iraq War, and her pantsuits, but she’s smart, caring, and capable.

Oh, and she’s ripping good at foreign policy, despite that stupid but politically necessary vote she made as senator of — what state was that? Oh yeah, New York, where the Two Towers (sic) were taken down. Goddam it, I want a woman president before I die, and I don’t want it to be a Republican.

Unless it’s Condi.

Bernie Sanders, I think you’re terrific, and if I thought you had a chance in hell of becoming President I might almost consider forsaking my alter-ego Hillary to vote for you.

Black lives matter.

Narcotics should be legalized. All that wasted prison money should go into prevention, rehab and social justice.

We should stop subsidizing corn and soy beans to feed to animals, and start subsidizing fruits, vegetables, nuts, legumes and whole grains including soy and corn for human consumption.

Obamacare doesn’t even come close to what we ought to have, but it’s the best the poor bastard could do. (I love the poor bastard, by the way.)

Feral cats and TNR should be protected by federal law.

I haven’t got the slightest idea what to do with Syria. The American perhaps most qualified is — wait for it — Hillary Clinton.

Tune in next week for: How is Josie Doing with her Food Issues?