Back on Track

Okay, this time I really mean it! hee hee! I am meditating every morning. Get up, pee, brush teeth, shower, meditate. I am doing it. I'm going to Curves again, and on Monday made it around the circuit the second time all but 2 stations. Today I plan to get around twice (which is all one is supposed to do). Saturday the NoCal daughter went with me and that was really fun. And I'm being grateful for little victories like that (and even celebrating them in my head anyway). Yesterday at physical therapy, for the first time since I've been going there (I started last September or October), I was able to put my ankle weights on myself. Now that may not sound like much to those of you of normal or slender build. But to me of gargantuan proportions, it's huge. It signals a slight diminution. I'm thrilled by diminution as long as it applies to my dress size & not my wallet!

No-Cal daughter came to visit & to help us get ready to move by weeding junk out but I just wanted to enjoy her and be with her and to hell with the move & work. Turns out she helped a lot -- in a totally different way. She helped by isolating all the tasks that need to be done in the next six weeks and laying them out in a time line (she learned lots in her Coro Fellowship). I will have to edit it to add in times for stuff like doctor appts but otherwise it is SO COOOL! And this she did by just talking with us about what we needed to do. It was painless (at least for us). I don't know how long she was at the computer. I hope not long -- since she's not supposed to be doing much computing (tendonitis, etc., from the computer). But when we got up the next morning there, taped to her door, were these calendars with all the tasks laid out, clear, & easy to see. NOT overwhelming. Or, not as overwhelming. I'm so grateful. It was wonderful to see her and I'm glad we didn't spend the time trying to go through the garage boxes. And I think it's wonderful that even though we said we didn't want her to help us with the move (i.e., garage & boxes), she managed to help us in a HUGE way. Smooches to NoCal Kid!

K goes to meet hospice president today. Fingers crossed. Positive thoughts.

K goes to DC Saturday to meet w/ Tom and spend the night in what could be our next home. I know that just having it settled what city we're going to live in will help enormously. It will be so weird to be home alone after most of 3 years of constant companionship. But I have lots to do so I should have no problems. Plus the Netflix delivery of the week so I'll have some movies to watch when I'm too tired to put more junk on ebay.

Oh, I cooked fish. When No-cal kid was here she cooked fish that was really good so I decided if I was really going to do this healthy bit, I had to eat more fish. Even though I don't like it particularly (although I liked was she made a lot), and I don't like cooking it either. So I cooked some. It was pretty good. Hers was better. A step forward.

I'm going to do two things I've never done before. Friday I'm going to a healer with a friend I met in physical therapy. We go together and one meditate while the other gets healed (?) and then we switch. It should be interesting at the very least. Then next week I'm taking a toning class at the church. Years ago friend A. in Toronto (who's a toner, chanter) said that "I hadn't found my voice" or something enough like that that it stuck in my head that way for years. I'm going to go and see if my voice is there. It sorta reminds me of my late brother-in-law who used to say he found Jesus in Atlanta. I always wanted to say that I didn't know Jesus was lost or that he was in Georgia. Now it's my voice.

I'll leave you with a bit of nature. Yesterday a baby hawk was on the ground under the window of K's office sqawking to beat the band. We were watching. Mom (or Dad) did a fly-by with food dangling from its mouth but must have seen us in the window & so kept on going. So we lowered the blinds and let them be. It's just not what you expect to see in suburbia USA. I love this apartment!