Restricted living still has me eating poorly. Up until this evening! Chatting online this afternoon & the conversation swung around to music. That started the inevitable track swapping thing that the digital universe has made so much easier. I’m a Latin music nut, so most of my shares were of that genre. Afterwards, I couldn’t take the headphones off. I wandered through my playlists, listening to Spanish, French & Italian tracks. Somehow, later on, I found myself on the porch with the food, & the drink, in the pic!
Be assured, this has not been my usual pandemic platter! I’m out here an hour already, headphones still on, & I’m nibbling away, still not finished. Normally I’d have put that amount of food away before my dinner. Instead, this evening, I’m actually enjoying the slower pace. The simpler selection of fare. And I’m dancing in my seat to boot! Of less value, of course, are the three cigarettes I’ve consumed during the meal.
Does it all mean anything?
Probably not. But I am enjoying it. And that might be enough. In fact, now, the silken sounds of Carlos’s guitar are calling me to stand up & dance in a bubble small enough that the neighbours won’t notice! OMG, I hope I wasn’t singing out loud! 😜
I was on vacation last week, local driving only allowed without quarantine, & I really enjoyed myself. That’s fat-person code for “I stuffed my face the whole time”! In my defense we were in Cape Breton & it’s tough not to have seafood. At least twice a day. The seafood wasn’t the issue, of course, but the stuff that accompanied it might have been a problem. Especially the desserts! 😜
If you ever get the chance, when this whole pandemic is behind us, seize any opportunity you can to visit the island wonderland that is Cape Breton.
But enough of that, let’s get back to this month’s weigh in. I had no warning that the battery was on the way out. But I’ll admit that I was overjoyed to see, instead of a big number, a big “LO” on the scale this morning. Fortunately, I didn’t have a spare battery available so I’m starting off this month thinking that my weight is low & that I don’t need to worry about it! 😂
Okay, I know I’m being silly. But let me take a little pleasure from it. Just for a bit.
Hope all is well in your little corner of the world & that you’re getting through all the complications & limitations of living with the pandemic. I’ve adjusted to many of the restrictions pretty well, but I’m definitely struggling on the dietary front. Maybe this month I’ll find the key to losing weight, while enduring this new normal.
I weighed in again on the 1st of the month but I just didn’t know what to say about it. I’m just now circling back again, with great guilt & remorse, my apologies. And I’m reusing the image from the last 2 months because I was just 0.2 lbs off (more!) the same readings from then.
Basically, an abysmal result. My head is not in the dietary game at the moment. But my mouth, unfortunately, is!
Imagine your child, or your grandchild, going off to school for the first time. It’s natural for us to be anxious; our little one is venturing into the big, bad world, all alone, for the first time. That’s almost as traumatic a time for parents & grandparents, as it is for the child. Still, we take comfort from our parenting skills. And from the values we share with friends & neighbours in our community. It’s a nice school, with respected teachers, who are reliably acting in loco parentis. Everything will be fine.
Until you collect your weeping child at the bus stop!
The gut-wrenching, heart-stopping impact of this moment can be felt by almost every human being. Upon discovering that your child was denigrated by another. Be it for reasons of appearance, affliction, race, religion, or any other cause, the immediate, visceral reaction may be one of extreme anger towards the perpetrator.
But, often, the pain was caused another child. Despite our emotion, we reign in our more agressive instincts & proceed with a more cautious & civil approach. We need to, both, sooth our child, & to address the problem. And in such a manner that it allows both children to move forward, together, in a civil & mutually respectful way.
In just about every sales course I’ve ever attended, or any sales book I’ve ever read, we are cautioned against speaking ill of our competition. Despite that, I’m guessing that most sales people will admit to having uttered a phrase that starts out something like this …
“That’s an interesting point, Ms. Customer, but …”
I should add a little mea culpa at this point, for my own, very rare, transgressions!
How about politics? It almost seems like the norm nowadays, in many countries, is to denigrate & divide. And some of us seem content, perhaps at times gleeful, that this is the case. As a politician, if you can lock in the firm support of a sufficiently large part of the constituency, you have a blueprint for successfully winning, & holding, power. It seems like everything is in play here; truths, half-truths, & possibly mis-truths, can be all be used. So long as the win is delivered. Sometimes, this is the will of the majority. And that may be democratic. But is it right?
Taking that political logic back to sales; were we to use truths, half-truths, & possibly mis-truths in the sales environment, would we be more successful? Frankly, if I could win 40 or 50% of the orders in my customer base, by modelling my approach on this political strategy, I would probably win some additional orders in the near term. Sure, half the base wouldn’t be speaking to me. But who cares? I’m still ahead where it matters. Right!?!
It almost feels like we’ve come around to believing that civil discourse is no longer required in our political leaders. Is it still required in our working life? Or in our daily interactions within our communities?
If this is the kind of world we want to live in …
Why do we pretend to teach our children that they should grow up to be nice, kind of heart, generous of spirit, & capable of civil discourse, as adults?
And if this is not the kind of world we want for our children …
I watched this guy, with about 80 of his buddies, make repeated sorties to my neighbour’s cherry tree yesterday. They were so cheekily rambunctious that it was like being caught in that Hitchcock bird movie. Before this lot showed up, the tree was laden with delicious, yellow-red fruits, ready for the picking. And these little shaggers did the picking. As they flew off, each with a cherry jammed in the beak, they looked like a mocking flock of feathered lawn darts in flight. From where I sit this morning, enjoying another beautiful sunrise, I can’t see a single cherry remaining!
My cat was thoroughly entertained by this same flock yesterday. She spent much of the afternoon sitting in the window, tail swishing back & forth, in eager anticipation of being allowed to go out to play. I should have let her out!
In between visits to the cherry tree, you see, they were visiting my back yard. I’m not sure if it was chinch bugs or grasshoppers, but they were having a serious party out there. And if it was either, or both, of those lawn-destroying bugs, I was happy to have the birds do the extermination for me.
What I didn’t realise at the time was that, during their moments of respite on my deck, they found another snack!
The little monsters treated my deck-rail planters like the peanut bowl at some avian nightclub. They’re destroyed. Done for. Devoid of plant life now.
I’m seriously re-evaluating my “don’t even hurt a fly” philosophy of life now! And while I do that, I’m online-shopping for some stainless steel mesh to protect my ripening blueberry crop!
By the way, anyone know what species of bird that is? Might as well pick up some new knowledge on the back of the whole affair!