Why Bother

A couple of days ago I woke up with a case of the “why bothers”. It was snowing, but not pretty – a bit of February snow with freezing rain coming down. I had nothing planned for the day—just take the dog out, bring the dog in, take the dog out, bring the dog in. Try to cook something healthy. Floss and brush. Blah.

As I was lying there wishing I could just sleep the day away, an inspiration hit me, sponsored by the white stuff outside – why not make it a “White Day”?

Instantly I cheered up a bit. I got up and put on white underwear (sorry; TMI). I found a white sweater and helped my husband (whose back is healing up from a herniated disc) put on some fresh white socks.

I found a couple of white mugs in the back of the cupboard for morning coffee and put extra milk in it. I eschewed the usual greens/berries/chocolate in my smoothie and concocted a banana/coconut. For lunch I made a white-bean soup I had never tried before, which was yummy! (The secret was the rosemary, which I know isn’t white…a foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds).

By mid-afternoon, White Day inspiration started to fade. The weather slogged on, my shoulder started to ache from taking the dog out, and my curmudgeonly side reasserted itself. But a small inspired decision to have some simple fun had decidedly brightened my day, and consequently my husband’s. 

This morning I enjoyed some left-over fun from White Day. On White Day I had thrown in a load of – you guessed it – whites, but I hadn’t taken it out of the dryer. After taking the dog out, and bringing the dog in, and cleaning up the pee in the house, and taking the dog out, and bringing the dog in, I turned on the radio and started folding laundry. The second movement of Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony was playing, and I couldn’t sit still. I started galloping around the room with socks in my hands to the gallop-y parts and waving my arms about with undershirts to the lyrical violin-y parts. I had a blast!

I’m too old and creaky to go camping, too poor to travel, too introverted to party. But I’m learning that I don’t have to let those limitations keep me from having fun. Now, can I think of a day coming up soon where I could celebrate another color…maybe green???

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.