Mine, too. Yes, it’s me. Back after a super long hiatus.
I have been writing. Daily, in fact. Five hundred words a day, nearly every day since mid-July (this vacation return spurred me on to make lots of life changes, most of which have been sticking — hooray!). Today was also day 100 of daily meditation. Now, granted, some of those days have not been my best meditations, but each day I sit for five minutes and do nothing but breathe. Though sometimes, like this morning, I looked out at the beautiful full moon from my spot on the sunporch, coffee in hand.
Once again our computer is back in business. Actually, it was not so much the computer as it was the Verizon connector-thingie that we call the hockey puck. Had to get a new one after several trips to the Verizon store. But now, here we are. Again, Hooray!
And I was able, once more, to read the blog I love and haven’t seen for so long. Alicia Paulson keeps us up to date on her life in Posie Gets Cozy, and it is my brain and soul candy. It really is. And I am going to copy here a wonderful poem she included in a recent post. I am an autumn baby and I love the season. The leaves, the colors, that snap in the air which we have had in the past couple weeks.
October’s Party (from a poem by George Cooper)
October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came —
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.
The Chestnuts came in yellow,
The Oaks in crimson dressed;
The lovely Misses Maple
In scarlet looked their best;
All balanced to their partners,
And gaily fluttered by;
The sight was like a rainbow
New fallen from the sky.
Then, in the rustic hollow,
At hide-and-seek they played,
The party closed at sundown,
And everybody stayed.
Professor Wind played louder;
They flew along the ground;
And then the party ended
In jolly “hands around.”
My birthday was spent with friends and I got to wear a scarf, coat, and sweater which made me blissfully happy. We meant to sit outside on the rooftop bar called Up, but that particular day it never pulled out the 40s. In fact, after Ed and I walked out of yoga class at 10 a.m., it was beginning to snow! What a wonderful and unexpected birthday present. I like a sunny day and all, but I must confess that I loved that snowy/rainy, cold day. We had lunch at Village Inn (just having lunch anywhere but my classroom was a delight).
Someone asked, when I was handing round my invitations/flyers for the birthday event, if it was a special birthday. I said, yes, it was. It was the first birthday after losing 40 pounds. I’m still hovering in that general vicinity and have been for six weeks or so. I am still planning to lose the last 10, but am in a little struggle. However, still maintaining where I am for this amount of time gives me hope. And today I am feeling much better about it. That’s probably because, after a couple days at school of extreme stress and indulgence in some horrible chocolate that has been sitting in my file cabinet, I have decided the second I get there today, the rest of that temptation will find its way down to the lounge. Get behind me Hershey Satan!
So I am starting today feeling a little more refreshed and relaxed and ready to tackle things. Perhaps it was because I got to spend an hour or so picking up sticks in the front yard and tidying it up. Ed pokes fun at me (justifiably) because I seem to have this thing about picking up sticks. Oh, well. I’m good with it. I guess I’m a bit stick OCD. But the yard looks good. And we rearranged our garden shed on Sunday (we missed book club, which I enjoy, but our readings of late have seemed pretty off-the-charts-odd, so I’m not too sad – just miss the company). It looks so orderly I never want to do anything but stand and look in. As if that will ever last.
Oh, well. And a 3 1/2 day fall break coming this weekend (and a free flu shot!). Hot dog! Does it get any better?