#blogpostfriday - This fine Friday I am remembering the call to go beyond a 140 character post. What triggered this recollection, I’m not sure–but I’m glad it’s here.
The sun has just come out. Greens dominate out the window here. The blue is showing through the tops of the trees up the hill. There’s a tranquility, a source of wonder. A gentle breeze caresses the trees, butterflies flutter carelessly. It is a picture to behold. The recently cut grass (if you want to call it grass–it’s more clover and assorted weeds) stands, a pleasant still carpet. A very handsome, tidy area. The view is great from here, the music/writing room. Deep breath and thanks.
The weekend in all its recreational glory. Ahh, relief, let the stress roll off. It is most welcome. I’ll get some work done, make calls, visits. We’ve got exercise machines in the house, so it is tempting to keep the doors shut and get workouts done here. The house is so darned comfortable, it’s sometimes hard to get out anywhere. And there is the tendency to remain sedentary. Gotta fix that one…
What a challenge to get a grounding in this ever-changing, ever-growing information age. I vascillate between computerized and manual systems. A constant is that handwriting cannot go away. There’s an ancient connection that must remain in me. The technology is nanofast, efficient, superior in many respects, yes. However, this connection is increasingly more important–it’s core identity, uniqueness. It must stay, it must always be a part of my life.
The grounding comes from calm, perpetuates calm. Managing self-talk, managing the noise, it’s a full time job, especially in this technomatrix. The power to turn off the noise is invaluable. There’s power, no pun intended, in finding that switch and knowing how to use it. In my mind’s eye I analyze the switch, wondering how difficult it is to use, wondering how often to use it, instead of just flipping the damned thing!
A late breakfast with Lori. Standard fare, GoLean Crunch, All Bran, skim milk. We introduced Mom to GoLean, and now she can’t get enough of it. It’s high-fiber, multi-grain, crunchy perfection. It’s filling too.
I saw Lori gaze down at a magazine, saw her chuckle a bit. A drawing on the cover of the University of Virginia alumni magazine. A view of a campus lawn, with a young student wipping a frisbee at a professor, a squirrel on the head of another young student, all sorts of humorous little scenarios in the busy scene. Lots of personality. The headline was “Drawing on Cartoons”. Nice pun.
A short while later, she chuckled and said “Exposure to cuteness increases fine motor skills”. I thought she was putting me on. Nope. She was reading an actual study asserting this. It was one of the articles in the magazine. Subjects who had exposure to cute pictures of puppies and kittens performed better in the game Operation versus a group of people exposed to adult dogs and cats.
Just what I need, and excuse for more cuteness in this house. :0
Bring on the weekend, bring on the recreation!
