February 12: Loves, I Have A Few

 

I have never been a big fan of the holiday on the 14th of February. If you don't have a significant other, it's lonely.  If you have a significant other, you might not have time to celebrate. If you are in a long term relationship, a cleaned bathroom might be the best gift of all. 

But, in the spirit of the great month celebrating love, I have a list of some things I love:

To be nestled on a stack of soft pillows
Under neatly layered blankets

Between freshly laundered sheets

With my Kindle,

Lost in a story.

Walking through the leaves,

Among the buds, beneath the leaves

Beside the creek, along the path

Listening, appreciating

Embracing the day.

Moments when family gathers

Those I love are celebrating, 

Talking, sharing, building

Memories to sustain them

Absorbing the moments.

February 11: Mixed Emotions

There has been a firestorm about a comment made by Olympic skier, Hunter Hess, and others what have said things like:

"It brings up mixed emotions to represent the U.S. right now I think. It's a little hard. There's obviously a lot going on that I'm not the biggest fan of and I think a lot of people aren't. I think for me, it's more I'm representing my friends and family back home, the people that represented before me, all the things that I believe are good about the U.S."

Here I am,

Significantly older,

Supposedly wiser,

Yet, I could not

Say it any better.

No race of my life this week

Yet, I too have 

Mixed emotions, these days

It's a little hard,

I'm not the biggest far

Of lots going on.

Yet, I tune in to watch

Proudly those who 

Represent all that is good 

About my country.

February10: Slice of Life: One of Those Books

Thanks to Two Writing Teachers for a platform where we share slices of our life every Tuesday and every day in March.

It was near zero, the wind was howling, 

Hair damp from the pool no one was 

Rushing to go out in the cold,

We lingered discussing those books that 

You long remember, that keep

You from falling asleep, doing the dishes.

That's where I heard about 

Shelly Noble's The Colony Club,

Where in 1906, real and fictional characters 

Mingle as they create a first club for women in NYC.

I fell in love with the movers and shakers, an aspiring 

Architect who stretched, challenged norms and status.

The wind was still howling,

When I reached the last page

Exhausted from swiping pages,

I looked up to find dirty dishes, 

Waiting laundry, unopened mail,

Grateful to find one of those books.

February 9: Half Time

II usually watch the Super Bowl, if I even watch it, for the commercials, but yesterday the NYT imes published them in their online edition, so I did not need to watch at all.  Yet, I watched in order to see the half-time show!  I had missed the wardrobe fail a few years ago and so I wanted to be on top of the news this time.  I am very glad I watched! While there was a bit that pushed my own comfort level (I also find bits of MOST music videos outside my own comfort zone)  you do not need to be fluent in Spanish to appreciate the music. The performance really did pay homage to the melting pot we are all lucky enough to call America.

He stood atop

La Casita, between

Sugar canes, beside

Lady Gaga and Ricky Martin.

He shared a bit of himself

His family and culture.

At the pinnacle of American 

Culture he celebrated

Believing in yourself,

Hard work, 

The ol' American Dream.

February 8: I/We/You Should Know That

This weekend is packed full of events that fill airway There are a million news stories of victories and losses that commingle with news of outrageous insults. I/we are/you should be reminded that our words are powerful and can change the direction of our/other's lives/your life I am confident I am not alone in my outrage of racist, sexist, and human degrading remarks. We all matter.

Our words matter

When we erase, deny

They linger, fester

Growing anyway

We cannot take them back.

Our tone matters

When we threaten with words

They hurt, causing wounds

Festering forever

We cannot take them back.

We all matter

You should know that

Our gender, skin, family origins

Strengths, limitations, wealth

We all feel, agonize, anger

Hurt when attacked

You should know that.

February 6: It Is Scary

During long hospital stays, my dad coped by reading the NYTimes and watching Jeopardy. We laughed that while his body was failing, his mind was intact. As I learn of dementia diagnoses of people I know, I realize why my dad said he was one of the lucky ones.

"I just don't remember this road," she said as we drove a familiar road. 

"It will be our last," he noted without elaboration.

"He does not know me," she sighed.

Neurons are damaged or destroyed

Alzheimer's is the most common (60-80%)

Vascular, frontotemporal, 

Hippocamp sclerosis, Lewy body, and more.

More than 7 million Americans have it.

Risk for women, 1 in 5

Risk for men, 1 in 10

42% may develop it in their lifetime!

More than 12 million family members are caregivers

Between 2020 and 2022 deaths increased by 142%

Why aren't we talking about it?

Are we afraid talking about it will be scary?

February 5: Every One Matters

Today, I am sharing with Spiritual Journey, a new-for-me-to-share group; however, I have long been on a spiritual journey, Today's prompt asks us to think about our attitude and consider this quote by Dalai Lama, “Just one small positive thought in the morning can change your whole day.” 

It was cold, again, this morning and I really was thinking of skipping aquacise in favor of a second cup of coffee and another chapter or two; however, I had offered to to drive a friend and didn't want to leave her hanging.  It was still single digits when she got into the car and sighed, "I would not have come if I had not agreed to go with you."  

Now, we could have just bagged the pool plan and headed to the local coffee house; however, we headed to our destination where the real fun began. We played with pool noodles rather than belts and kick boards rather than weights. Time flew by as we laughed, sighed and sang happy birthday to a friend, because every one matters. Somehow, the sun was shining as we looked forward to the rest of the day and the days ahead.

We almost missed it!

A memorable gathering

On a frigid morning.

We almost missed the reminder! 

Every one matters.

Everyone matters.

T

February 3 Slice of Life: Not Goldfish

 It's February and like the herds of other pathetic grandmothers who never ever got their own children gifts for Valentine's Day, I was thinking of a gift basket for my grands as I grabbed a few things at Shop Rite. I was planning on fruit, nuts, and some treats when the 23ounce box of Goldfish, on the endcap with the sale sticker, caught my eye. 

Thinking, "What a cool idea,"

Tossing the box in the cart before

Stopping in my tracks while

Reading the sign closely

Pondering what the sign meant

Questioning if the sign matched

Rethinking that snack food 

Reconsidering its artificial ingredients

Guessing the impact of high prices

Supposing many will not be

Buying that age-old junk food 

Selling for just $9.99 rather than $11.39

Conjecturing that they/we all will be 

Eating healthier treats, perhaps?

Speculating about Pepperidge Farm's future?

Thinking perhaps a bin of ants on logs*?

*Ants on logs is peanut butter filled celery with raisinsToday's Slice is not sponsored by Shop Rite

February 2: Growing Up Is Hard to Do

I watched Joni Mitchell during her Grammy speech accepting the award for best historical album and clearly I joined most who were watching as thoughts about aging swirled in my head. Joni has struggled back from a stroke a decade ago. Thus, it was amazing that she was able to be on stage. I smiled as she joked about the glitter; I shuddered as she stood silently, appearing to forget what she was doing on that stage as lines from Teddy Swims (which I am highlighting) swirled in my head.

Growing up is getting old,

I'm now less bold and always cold!

It hits me when the wrinkles show,

Bothers my back when I reach down low,

I still make the same mistakes,

But now only dream of eating steaks,

At times, life starts to lose its magic,

I have learned, though, not to panic

Growing up is hard to do,

At times, it really makes me blue.

February 1 I Lost January

I spent many evenings sure that I must have dropped one of the 1000 little pieces causing me turmoil. I was sure there was some logical reason that I could not find the needed little piece of yellow with three ins and one out. I even searched the vacuum once!  When my back ached from leaning over the counter and my eyelids struggled to stay open, I was critical of both Van Gogh's iconic painting and the giver of this gift that gnawed at my soul. I lost January to a puzzle!

As February begins, the stars are a lot clearer and those endless swirls now resemble happy doodles. The wide expanse of this starry night sky rests perfectly on top of the sleeping village, rolling ills, and babbling brooks. In fact, the whole thing came together because every day I decided to stay with it even when I was frustrated. Perhaps, this Starry Night is a metaphor for fighting through the tough times.