Part One:
Saturday evening ("motzai shabbas")
I was feeling a bit blue. I felt
like a pity party was coming to me. Hanukkah had
started--- everyone seemed in a festive mood-- but me.
I missed
Ricki. This is the first Hanukah we have without her. In addition none of my kids were here to celebrate the first night
with us.... and in
addition, a certain member of the family had criticized
me the whole day. (That was THEIR problem, but it was beginning to get to
me.....)
Finally, I went out for a walk. After an hour, my mood started to lift. Slowly, as the endorphins flooded my system, my mood lightened.
What happened? Nothing. Ricki is still dead, my other problems continue. But I was glad to be taking care of my health. I was glad to get out of the house a bit. I enjoyed MOVING my body.
When things go wrong we can drown in pity.... or get up and do what we can with the life that we have!
Finally, I went out for a walk. After an hour, my mood started to lift. Slowly, as the endorphins flooded my system, my mood lightened.
What happened? Nothing. Ricki is still dead, my other problems continue. But I was glad to be taking care of my health. I was glad to get out of the house a bit. I enjoyed MOVING my body.
When things go wrong we can drown in pity.... or get up and do what we can with the life that we have!
Part Two:
Back in October I blogged about falling a few times (replete with black eyes), and how I finally figured out that I was tripping over a certain too-loose (and therefore too-long) skirt.
So this last Saturday evening I fell again.
This last time I wasn't sure if I just didn't see an uneven part in the sidewalk (my Dad, RIP, always DID tell me to stop dragging my feet...)... or if my winter Sabbath skirt from last year (which is what I was wearing) is the instigator of this commotion. The skirt is a BIT lose, but not that much. Or so I thought.
I just may shorten all my skirts a few centimeters. [If I keep falling I just might risk doing a "humpty Dumpty" move and break something that will put me out of walking for a while.]
And of course, when I fell SOMEONE had to witness it (can't get away with falling unobserved, it seems). 2 young bicyclers across the street stopped, and as I got up asked if I was OK
"I'm fine, I seem to do this every once in a while..."
"Hey, watch over yourself. Take care..."
Yeah, I better.....
So this last Saturday evening I fell again.
This last time I wasn't sure if I just didn't see an uneven part in the sidewalk (my Dad, RIP, always DID tell me to stop dragging my feet...)... or if my winter Sabbath skirt from last year (which is what I was wearing) is the instigator of this commotion. The skirt is a BIT lose, but not that much. Or so I thought.
I just may shorten all my skirts a few centimeters. [If I keep falling I just might risk doing a "humpty Dumpty" move and break something that will put me out of walking for a while.]
And of course, when I fell SOMEONE had to witness it (can't get away with falling unobserved, it seems). 2 young bicyclers across the street stopped, and as I got up asked if I was OK
"I'm fine, I seem to do this every once in a while..."
"Hey, watch over yourself. Take care..."
Yeah, I better.....
1 comment:
BTW, I DID shorten all my skirts after this. Then, a year later , I fell on an uneven sidewalk, and seriously injured my shoulder. SO DOOO be careful about those Too-big clothing!
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