My mom (Nonny) is a jock. She was very active as a kid and played many sports when she was in school (basketball, field hockey, tennis). She got my dad interested in tennis after they married and they played consistently until his death. She even played tennis the night before my baby sister was born. Doubles and she was happy to tell everyone that they won against the other team.
So imagine Nonny’s disappointment when all three of her daughters turned out to be complete non-jocks. I cycled fairly seriously for a couple of years (way before YA was born) and my baby sister runs occasionally, but for the most part, we are couch potatoes. Of all seven grandchildren, only one has any spark of jock-ness: YA. Swimming, gymnastics, running and weight training have been part of her regime over the years.
Santa brought YA a 10-pound weight, so now she has two. I noticed a couple of days ago that she has set up a “gym” in Nonny’s room upstairs. She has her yoga mat, her weights, a big yoga ball and some kind of exercise bands. This morning she had music playing on her phone while she worked out.
I admire her get-up-and-go. While I’m doing the stationary bike at the gym occasionally (translation: every 4 or 5 days) and walking the dog occasionally (translation: if the sun is shining), I wouldn’t say that exercising is my top priority these days. If would be nice if YA’s commitment to working out would rub off on me, but I’m thinking if it hasn’t happened yet, it probably won’t.
Have you ever had a “favorite” exercise? If you could have your own In-home gym, how would you like it set up?
In about three weeks, we will be in a new month and new year. I have never gone through such an extended period of change at work, societal upheaval, and perpetual anxiety. I am beginning to see some glimmers of a more positive existence, and have allowed myself to have some hope.
It has been a few weeks since the governor of ND issued his mask mandate, and while there are still people who go maskless, the number of people wearing masks has increased very noticeably. It is also very interesting that the number of new, positive cases has dropped precipitously since the mask mandate was issued. Oh, I know it will go up due to Thanksgiving gatherings, but the trend of increased mask wearing is encouraging.
Our Tortie was near death a month ago. Now she is thriving on a maintenance dose of steroids.
My workplace is finally settling down after our move, numerous technology changes, staff turnover, and treatment paradigm shift, with good administrators in charge and people getting necessary things done that were neglected for a couple of years.
I try not to wallow in political news since it keeps me awake at night, but that is starting to look more positive, too, in terms of the changes in administrations. I also am hopeful now that the seed catalogue are arriving in the mail.
What glimmers of hope are you seeing? What are you hopeful for in the new year?
Last Friday I was on a MS Teams meeting in a weekly group supervision session I participate in with staff from another Human Service Center. The clinical director of that agency was really amused by the ingenuity of one staff member and the young adult child of another staff member, both of whom accurately self- diagnosed themselves with Covid.
The staff member was suspicious of some symptoms, and took a couple swigs of lemon juice, couldn’t taste it, and went for a formal test at the doctor and tested positive. The young adult was out with friends drinking shots of Fireball whiskey, realized she couldn’t taste it, and went for a test and was positive.
The clinical director wryly suggested that perhaps we all needed to drink shots of Fireball whiskey throughout the day to self-monitor for Covid. Cinnamon flavored whiskey isn’t my drink of choice, but I could think of other strong tasting things I wouldn’t mind monitoring with.
Make up your own Covid test.
Friends asked me. Facebook folks asked me. I saw the question online in multiple places. Even Nonny asked me. “What are you doing for Halloween this year?” Nobody wants to just give up on Halloween but at the same time, nobody wants to be taking any chances either.
We decided to do a slightly modified evening. Normally the kids come up on the steps, I stand just inside the porch (with a dog gate up) and put two or three pieces of candy in each child’s bag. But somehow that didn’t seem quite right for me to handling candy that I’ve just touched.
I found some cute orange and white bags online and I filled them with four pieces of candy each and some inexpensive Halloween stickers that I found last month at Michaels. I tied them up with orange ribbon that I had on hand. The bags have been “quarantining” (or should it be “sheltering in place”) in my closet in a bag for the last three weeks. Tonight I will dump all the bags into a big orange bowl and when (if?) the kids come up I will hold out the bowl and say “take one”.
I don’t even know if we will have trick-or-treaters. For the past 10 years I’ve had between 20-24 visitors; I made 30 little bags because that’s how much candy I had. The big change this year is that I only used candy that I like so that if we have bags leftover, at least it will what I like!
Are you giving out candy this year? Do you give out what you like or don’t like? Anything special you like on Halloween?
Our local Cashwise store lines up carts in the front of the store by the checkouts for people who have ordered on-line and have requested curbside loading. The names of the purchasers are displayed prominently on the carts, and it is easy to see what they ordered. Several times in the past months I recognized the name on the carts, and have been aghast at the things they have purchased. “Really, Pastor Lisa? You ordered all that pop and chips? Is that what you feed your children? No wonder they look so pale ,” I think to myself as I pass by with my organic skyr and healthy (in my opinion) food items. Oh, to not judge others is so hard.
What do you judge other people most harshly for? What would people think of you if they glimpsed your grocery cart?
Husband and I try to limit our shopping these days, especially at bigger stores like Walmart. We always go masked and try to shop quickly. The other day I was rushing through the store, grabbed what I thoughtvwas a double box of the toothpaste I like, proceeded to the checkout, and headed home.
There are many different types of Crest toothpaste. The boxes kind of look the same. Well, I realized after I got home that I bought the wrong kind. This is a kind I would never have purchased under normal circumstances. It must have hydrogen peroxide or something similar in it, because it is touted as foaming when you use it. I can’t say I am looking forward to having two tubes of it. I don’t like to return things to stores at the best of times, and certainly not now. I guess I will spend the next months foaming at the mouth whenever I brush.
Got any good return stories? When have you bought the wrong thing?
About twenty years ago I signed up to be an election judge. I had switched from a full time schedule to working just three days a week, so I regularly had Tuesdays off. It seemed like a good time to step forward and help my community make its voice heard.
You meet all kinds of people in the polling place. I think the most memorable voter I ever met was a woman who called me over to discuss her voting dilemma, I think in 2004. She said she was having trouble deciding who to cast her presidential vote for, because she didn’t really like any of the candidates. They all fell short of the standards she felt candidates should meet. “The people I would really like to see on the ballot are Paul Wellstone, Jesus, and Princess Diana,” she explained. I gently advised her that while those were not going to be realistic possibilities, since all three of them were dead, and only one of them had even been a U.S. citizen, she was quite free to write in any name she chose.
The other memorable thing about the woman was that she had large plastic bags on both hands, secured at the wrists by rubber bands. She was ahead of her time.
I will be staying home this election day, trying to keep myself safe, after voting early. I’ll miss watching this exercise of political power by ordinary citizens. Of all the unsettling changes that COVID-19 has brought, this may be the most unsettling for me. So far.
Any disruptions, major or minor, that have arisen for you lately due to COVID-19? (Or for any other reason, for that matter?)
I am chagrind to report that my state is number one in the country for per capita Covid cases. I remember how important it was in high school and college for our teams and ensembles to be “number one.” I don’t want to be number one any more.
I want to be last right now. Didn’t someone a long time ago say that “the first will be last and the last will be first?”
What are you the best at? What are you the worst at?
My mom, Nonny, is really doing well with shelter-in-place. She has always been superb at doing what the doctor recommends – always. I think I’ve probably said here before that if the doctor told her to stand on her head every Tuesday and spit wooden nickels, you’d better have a bucket to collect those nickels every Tuesday.
At 88 she is taking covid precautions very seriously. She is staying in, staying away from neighbors, only going shopping when absolutely necessary and then she goes the extra mile (sprays the inside of her car, wipes all products off when she gets home, wears a mask, etc.) She is not an online person, so she’s watching a lot of tv and doing a solitary walk every afternoon. She’s mentioned a couple of times over the last couple of months that she is “out of books”. Despite the fact that she introduced me to libraries as a child, she is not a library person. Although I’ve suggested she find a close one, she is worried about hanging about in a library and bringing home potential contaminants. Telling her that she can talk to a librarian about how they are handling covid to possibly reassure her hasn’t helped.
I thought I would get her some books, but I’m stymied about what to send. I know that her favorite author is Mary Higgins Clark. I know that she likes mysteries and thrillers but not things that are “too dark”. Too much graphic violence and sex is right out as well.
So if I go to the bookstore to pick up some titles for her, what should I get???
We had church choir rehearsal yesterday for the first time since March. Our county is a Covid hot spot, and the idea of rehearsal made me somewhat nervous. Choir rehearsals have been superspreader events across the country.
I really had little to worry about, as there were only six singers, plus the director and the accompanist. We sat in the pews instead of the choir loft, two singers to a pew, socially distanced, with two pews in between each twosome. The church bought these plastic dealies that go under our masks and prevents the masks from being sucked back against the lips when you inhale. We all wore masks. We were all glad to sing. We expect more to join us in the coming weeks, but I think we can distance and sing and perform. We really have to listen carefully since we can’t sit right next to each other, and the tenors aren’t right behind us and the sopranos aren’t right in front of us. It is a musicianship challenge.
I have always considered myself a risk take, but this was a little scary until we got started and I saw how things would go.
What kind of a risk taker are you? Has Covid changed your risk tolerance?