Sunshine. Sixty degrees outside, warming up to the 70's. TBG made me breakfast. I completed the Wordle in 3, Strands without hints, and am once again approaching Genius in Spelling Bee.
I'm trying to do things that make me smile, so I'm ignoring the fact that the striking NYTimes Tech Guild employees want me to take a break and support them. I'm not sure how my not doing the puzzles will affect the NYT's bottom line and I am certain how it will affect my emotional bottom line. To help them, though, I'm publicizing the fact of the strike here, because I bet you didn't know about it either.
Not watching, reading, or listening to the news does have its downsides. On the other hand, everyone seems to be angry with the news and the way it's reported and I'm trying to avoid negative triggers. I'm finding that this leaves me with a great deal of free time.
I am no longer receiving dozens of daily emails from Nancy and Gabby and Ruben and Kamala and Kirsten and a host of others asking for dollars. That I am still being asked to contribute to the Count the Vote effort here in Arizona, replete with scary intimations that Ruben and Kirsten might not win (even though their races have been called) infuriates me.
I've labeled them all as spam. They will not intrude on my exploration of joy.
I did more laundry, worked on my olla balls, replanted the cacti and succulents in the front courtyard, and left the heavy lifting for the yard guys coming on Wednesday. Carrying large ceramic pots is not my idea of a good time, and good times are what I'm trying to engineer for myself.
I took a 30 minute power walk up and down my steep street. Downhill, I let my emotions flow. Amazon Music took my liked songs and somehow managed to sense when I needed energy and when I needed comfort
I had many interesting thoughts on my walk uphill, none of which I remember but each of which amused me greatly. Downhill I tried to practice mindfulness as the tears came. Moving was the right decision.
Monday was Ladies Who Lunch so it was nice to get away for a favorite restaurant that serves food that I love--Armenian coffee and baklava for lunch and a lamb wrap to take home for Terry's dinner.
ReplyDeleteThe six of us who showed up were all astounded at what just happened and know that bad things will pile on for us in California, but we will persevere. We are in our 60s and 70s, nearing 80, and have lived through a lot of history. Here's one more piece. An ugly piece, but nonetheless something to endure which we do pretty well.
We all agreed that we would do what we have been doing, contributing to the good of our community.
It's the only thing that will keep us sane.
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I'm taking a break from social media and the news, what little I do see confirms my suspicions that he's picking the crazies for this "administration" just as I thought he would. I have good days and bad days, but staying busy helps, we bought a new winter house in Tucson and that process is filling my time. That and being able to ride my bike in this great weather. We will manage, it's gonna suck, but we will manage. Courage!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on your new winter home! The sunshine helps, as do your comments.
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ReplyDeleteReading articles in the newspaper about his need for revenge and then about his appointments changed my sadness to fear. Neither are healthy. The November rain is holding off so I'm going for a walk.
I'm so glad that you are able to take a walk! A ray of sunshine in a sea of dismay.
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Still reeling from the election, yesterday a handyman I have always respected unloaded on me, spewing Faux news point of view on every topic. I was shocked and annoyed. Then today, I ran out to do an errand and came home to the tree service hired by the electric company devastating my beloved trees. Instead of walking (better choice), I am about to make a second screwdriver. Hope tomorrow is better.
ReplyDeleteLittle Cuter's trees were sacrificed by her electric company, too. We feel your pain. As for the second screwdriver, I wish I were nearby to join you.
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