This weekend’s storm left me without cell coverage yet one text message managed to slip through, a simple request from my friend Brook saying, Please write something! My diminished frequency of postings hasn’t meant I’m not looking closely at life, only that it’s taken me time to bounce back after my last post nearly eight weeks ago. Gratefully, an assortment of readers share my love of lists so following is my personal listing of how I spent my summer vacation.
1.) Minimal traveling due to home renovations. New roof (after twelve weeks trying to schedule workers). Last week the carpenters arrived to replace cedar shakes on the back of our house. The second floor area — sans shakes — looked better than it had in fourteen years even with only the black water-barrier paper — the paper that blew completely off in Saturday’s storm. The carpenters couldn’t work this weekend so the house has been nakedly exposed to the first rain in five months — without siding. My practice of radical acceptance and emotion regulation is serving me well.
2.) Steve played with an Indy group at Music Fest NW recently and cozied into his few minutes of rock-star life. Prior to the performance, the group was visited by the festival’s Cannabis Concierge with a briefcase full of free samples. Steve says the Pain Balm for his bad shoulder is working.
3.) We spent three days on the coast looking at spectacular scenery and overeating. One morning I practiced my meditation overlooking the ocean and the always-racing questions in my mind seemed a bit more imaginative than they do in the city: Does ADD disappear with Alzheimer’s? What happens to the tides if the moon explodes?
3.) I bought a six-month membership to The Movement Center in the hope of re-engaging in yoga. The class I specifically wanted was eliminated before I could attend due to the teacher’s illness. The organization’s president says, we are here for one reason only: to grow. Personally, I think we’re here to figure out how to be kind to one another, but the goal of growing sounds like a good start. Around this time, my nearly two-year-old grandson, Harrison, watched a spider zip across the floor. He bent over it and joyfully shouted, Hi! I think maybe we could all use some un-growing.
4.) Now that the evenings have cooled, Steve and I are enjoying our own patio. One night we sat sipping adult beverages as we laughed through the Willamette Week ads including one for a local vegan strip club. Makes one wonder who studied the demographics for that concept?
5.) I found a three-volume set of C.S. Forester, Captain Horatio Hornblower books for Steve which we’re reading aloud together. The vocabulary is delicious and last night, when confronted by the word volubly, vowed to use it in today’s posting, but after looking up the meaning I’m wondering how I can identify with talking much and easily. Yet…there it is: volubly.
6.) My last posting was about increasing the minimum wage and my cousin took offense. We never actually spoke about the disagreement, but there was a bit of electronic exchange. One day as I busied about with household projects, I felt the need to phone her just to say that the issue had nothing to do with the fact that I loved her as friend and family. It was literally a rush of emotion that, regretfully, I put off. Gail died two weeks ago without us ever talking. My friend, Karen, reminded me I could still have the talk. So I did. In the car while driving.
This evening I’ll try a new yoga class as I work to grow…in kindness.