Day to day stuff....a memoir without order.
Imagination is described by Webster as...The act or power of forming a mental image of something not present to the senses in reality. Albert Einstein said "Logic will get you from A to B, but imagination will take you everywhere."
I never realized it until I read it somewhere but there are ways to boost one's imagination:
Create a visual journal
Draw whatever you see for 15 minutes a day. You don't need to be an artist.
Think like an artist
Cut out pictures from magazines & piece them together to create an original image.
Listen to Bach
Close your eyes while playing your favorite music. Or listen to the sounds of nature on a CD or in the great outdoors.
Play word games
Try thinking of as many words as you can that begin with MAR...or you pick.
Let your mind wander, or focus on a single object & study its characteristics.
Everyone has a story....here's mine.....c
|My writers' group had its third monthly program yesterday via Zoom. It's beginning to feel like the norm, like a real get-together. At first the Zoom meetings were so stilted and distanced, everyone wondering what to do, how to act, what to say, dwelling on appearance in that Hollywood Squares spotlight, but now it seems like any other meeting...almost. We always have a board meeting prior to the program and that is becoming the norm as well. People are used to raising their hand to be recognized whereas in our in-person meetings, somehow we knew when to speak by other signals. I guess you can get used to anything.
I live in Florida, the State with astronomically climbing positive test results. I don't go out often, just for groceries once every 2 weeks, and prescriptions, thankfully only 2 every 90 days. I always wear a mask and I carry my own hand sanitizer and keep socially distanced as best I can.
The University and College in my town are planning to re-open on August 31st with a low percentage of in-person classes, mainly labs that cannot be done online but I suppose the dorms will be open, haven't read anything about that yet. Our population will swell by several thousands if that happens. Schools are being bullied into re-opening as well but no definite date set as far as I know. Times are scary but life goes on...for most.
|Yesterday I attended my neighbor's little girl's dance recital on Zoom. She was so excited to be able to show her stuff because programs with covid restrictions are not easy. It went very well with some of the girls performing on the outdoor studio stage and others performing in their homes. Abby performed from home and of course was perfect, cartwheels and all. Gosh, I wish I was that limber! It was really nice to look forward to something special on Sunday again.
Several shops and restaurants are open now with 50% limitations. I don't feel comfortable going to any of them yet. Our library branches have instituted a drive-up for books on hold. I rode past the last time I took Mr. Truck for a drive and noticed a very long line. Uh-uh. I'll continue with the electronic system for now.
I noticed several basil plants growing (on their own from an old plant I had pulled up last fall) outside my kitchen door. The confederate jasmine on my fence is blooming profusely. My hummies are back and cardinals and chickadees are splashing in the birdbath. Mother Nature has no regard for covid and in fact I think she likes it.
|My poor little desk calendar is so empty. I'm writing things on it like "took the truck for a ride to no place for nothing." Sad. But on the other hand, I have been painting and reading...a lot. My sleep hours are all messed up, napping too much during the day and remaining bug-eyed at night. Will we ever be back to normal, whatever that is, I'm beginning to not remember.
Some things are continuing in this funny time of pandemicese. The lawn guy comes as usual every two weeks. Grocery shopping must happen unless one orders for delivery. I still go to the store although it is not as pleasant an experience as it used to be. My Publix has aisle arrows for direction and I am amazed at the people who don't bother to look or look and don't care. I try to get outside every day to do a little yard work, weeding, picking up pine cones, filling the bird feeders and refreshing their water. I resist going to the mail box every day for junk mail.
Yesterday I tried following a youtube exercise video (for seniors) and could only get through 20 minutes of it. And it was not difficult, believe me. I need a video on motivation...or a kick in the butt!
|This is day 49 of our "self-imposed" stay-at-home order here in Florida. I say self-imposed because in the end it really is up to us whether we comply or not.
Like many others, I have been experimenting with new recipes. Yesterday I decided try a curry dish that I made a while back, mainly because I had a sweet potato, one of the main ingredients. It is a crock pot recipe and since I had only one sweet potato and the recipe called for two, I halved everything. The time I made it before, I don't recall any bad side effects, even though I eat curry infrequently and sometimes spicy food upsets my tummy so beware if you have a spicy food problem. To me, it smells delicious while cooking and does get better with time. I had it over some brown rice, but will have the rest alone for lunches. Hope you enjoy it if you decide to give it a try.
African Peanut Curry (for the crock pot) serves 6
1 T olive oil
4 cloves crushed garlic
2 small yellow onions - chopped
2 sweet potatoes - diced
1 T curry, 1 tsp cumin, 1 tsp chili powder
2 cups vegetable broth
1 tsp salt (less depending on how salty your veggie broth is)
1/3 cup peanut butter
1-27 oz can crushed tomatoes
1-14 oz can chickpeas
1 diced red pepper
2 cups chopped spinach
1/4 cup chopped peanuts
Combine all ingredients in crock pot through the crushed tomatoes.
Cook on high for 5 hours or on low for 8 hours.
In last hour add chickpeas and red pepper.
Stir in spinach when ready to serve and top with peanuts.
Serve over rice, quinoa, orzo or eat alone. Even better when left in fridge overnight to meld flavors.
|My husband would have been 77 on May 16th and when I turned over my calendar this morning, of course that was the first date my eyes went to. Surprisingly, on my little desk calendar it says "Armed Forces Day."
I didn't know that. Is this something new? Jim would have been pleased since he was in the Air Force. I Googled it. It is a federal holiday observed annually on the third Saturday of May so that must be why I never noticed it before, just coincidence that it falls on the 16th this year.
The information went on to say it is part of Armed Forces Week which begins on the second Saturday in May. The day itself was first declared by John F. Kennedy in 1961 which "coincidentally" was the year Jim entered the Air Force. We are supposed to be having "exercises, parades, and receptions that highlight and honor our amazing military and all of its strength."
Then in another article it says the holiday is celebrated thanks to Harry S. Truman. And in another article Armed Forces Day was officially created by U.S. Sec. of Defense Louis Johnson in 1949.
Okay, I give up. This is too mind-boggling for this time of day. At any rate, I will be sure to tell Jim when I take him flowers on the 16th. Or maybe we already knew this and I have just forgotten...possible.
|Just when most of us are coming up with new ways to cope, sheltering-in-place rules are starting to be lifted. Some beaches have been opened here in Florida causing lots of comments yea and nay. I would love to go to the beach, being a beach baby in my younger years, but you know what they say about erring on the side of caution. That's me. I'm a few months over 75 so even if restrictions are lifted, I'll be going on as normal for now for a while.
Before this, I often wondered how I would get along without a car since I use it so little anyway, hardly worth the insurance, and to my delight I have found out. I can order groceries, I can get my prescriptions delivered, my books are on my Kindle, there's Facebook and writing.com for socializing, Zoom for group meetings and classes, and friends, relatives, and neighbors offering to help with anything I need and don't have. I think it's wonderful. Will this continue after?
|Use the following words in your entry today: tumultuous, navigate, journey, and gargantuan.
I'm not sure where this is going to take me but here is what came to mind right away.
When I first joined WDC, I loved entering the Daily Flash Fiction Contest. Many days the prompt would be seemingly unrelated words you had to use in your entry. I developed a system. I would list the words, then under each word, I would write things that popped into my head without overthinking. So, I will do that for this prompt:
to the bathroom in the dark
outing with friends
After writing down all the things I could think of, I would look over the words for connections, something that might be common to all four words. For example...A tumultuous room results in a gargantuan journey to navigate to the bathroom in the dark. With this sentence in mind, I would write my story.
|What are you waiting for?There are so many ways to answer this question, both light and heavy, so I look forward to reading where you go with it!
Although I hate to wait, I find myself spending a lot of time doing just that. This morning I had fasting lab work done after waiting 45 minutes. Any medical appointment involves waiting. It seems everything I do requires some amount of waiting. Waiting in the grocery line, waiting for the computer to boot, waiting at red lights, waiting to fall asleep, waiting for water to boil, waiting for speakers to begin, and so on and so on. Yes, everything requires waiting. Why do I wait?
My mother always said some things are worth waiting for. And there is the balancing act. Is what I'm waiting for important enough to equal the time it takes to wait to get it. It must be because I'm always waiting for something.
|Write your entry today about commitment. Committing to an activity, craft, person, way of being, etc. Consider the concepts of diligence, honesty, and responsibility. What does commitment look like to you?
Commitment at my age is mostly to volunteer work, and I take it as seriously as I do any work. I'm full in when I commit. That means no procrastinating, and no side-stepping, doing the job (work) to the very best of my ability.
I was a bookkeeper for a large part of my working life and so when my writing group needed a treasurer in 2013, I volunteered. Though I had no experience with non-profits, research and reading kept me abreast of current requirements. When I took over, the group had lost its Federal non-profit status because the previous treasurer neglected to file the appropriate yearly reports. I succeeded in getting reinstatement and continued to serve for almost 6 years. Sometimes volunteering is more stressful and burdensome than regular work, but most of the time I enjoyed holding the position.
So that's what commitment looks like to me.
|Write about a time when you made a wrong assumption. Did you realize your mistake right away, or did someone tell you later? What did you learn from your mistake?
Nothing specific comes to mind, but I am one of those people who like to fill in the blanks when meeting someone new. As soon as someone starts talking, giving me a little information like their profession, where they're from, and their opinion on something, I get preconceived notions about them. You probably do this too. Doctors, lawyers and maybe even Indian Chiefs have a certain built-in status, and even though you may not know much about them personally, you have a template already in mind.
I've been surprised many times by people who have later became friends. I always tend to elevate people and then after getting to know them, have to reconcile their normalcy to my previous ideas. Sometimes this is disappointing to me.