Rain Rain Go Away

Good news my voice is back. Bad news. More rain. Which is good for farmers…sorta…a bit late though.

However! I started a job as Housekeeper at Holiday Inn Express today. Talk about miles walked!

Hoping the rain up so I can get some fresh air walking time in (and pictures) tomorrow.

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Rainy Days & Runaway Cows

So I posted on my blog, acliddle.blog, yesterday that was unable to walk due to rain and the migraine that came with it.

Today it is still raining and while I do not feel sick, I have lost my voice, and I am fatigued.

Rather than another missed post I thought I would tell a couple of stories about loose cows.

I am not sure how they got out but in both cases their escapes were precipitated by…well precipitation..rain, and storms. I am not sure if the cows became restless or what but there it is.

The first story: I was driving home from work, on the backroads through the country. Ahead of me I saw three cars in the on coming lane with their flashers on. Then I saw in my lane, heading towards me a what looked to be pregnant cow. I was able to get around her, for she was not to be detoured from her path. Further down the road I saw the possible pasture she had escaped from. Then I noticed in the ditch another cow who had decided to take a walk. This cow did not look pregnant.

The second story: Today I was riding with a friend; we were going into town for errands. We came around a curve, right before a small bridge and there meandering around, were six cows on the side of road. Not sure what pasture they came from. They were gone by the time we were headed back.

Ah Life in the Country.

Day Four–Heading Toward a Habit!

Today I had nine out of 12 people wave today. I also unintentionally walked a 5K (3.14 miles) and in 50 minutes!

Here are today’s pictures:

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Got to love the country with its old, faded wooden signs.

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This little guy did a good job warning me to stay off his owner’s property.

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Another sign

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Some sort of fruit tree? Again there were barking dogs so I couldn’t get too close.

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The nature photo for inspiration.

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I am not sure but I believe this may be an old fire watch tower for the field. Not sure if anyone still uses it though. I wouldn’t climb it that is for sure.

 

Making The Bed

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This is my bed. It is a black metal futon frame with a Full size mattress on it. The futon came with a typical futon mattress and for over two years I slept on the futon mattress (though I added a foam eggshell mattress topper).

Realized several years ago my mental health is going down the tubes when my kitchen gets to be a mess. The kitchen is the one room in the house I need to have clean. I can have piles of papers and clean and dirty clothes but if there are piles of dishes in the sink and the stove is not wiped off then something is wrong.

More recently I have discovered how much making my bed affects my mental state. My grandmother used to always make her bed. She made mine too, and tried to get me to make my own bed when I was old enough. My grandparent’s bed had a bed skirt and everything. It was a Queen size bed. Box Spring, mattress,  and a wooden headboard.  The Headboard matched the dresser and both were given to my grandparent’s as a gift from some of the parishioners of one of the Churches Grandfather served.

My grandmother had a hand embroidered Quilt Set. It was white with a blue cornflower motif. The bed skirt, top quilt, and several throw pillows made up the set. She would make the bed as most people do.  Fitted sheet, Top sheet, light cover (made for sleeping) and the decorative cornflower top quilt (not made for sleeping). She would finish it off with the decorative pillows.

Yeah, that isn’t me.  I learned from grandfather how to make hospital corners. My first job was a housekeeper at a Days Inn. So I made plenty of beds….not necessarily my own. For a long time even sleeping with any type of sheet on the bed was a hit or miss. I don’t do Top sheets at all. I was staying at friend’s house and her parents had a sleeper sofa. To make it more comfortable her mom had put one of the crushed velveteen blankets under the fitted sheet. Then the Top sheet and the sleeping cover. No need for a decorative quilt on a sleeper sofa. Without the use of my CPAP I run marathons in my sleep. I turn to one side and then the other. One time I did a complete 180 in my bed and woke up where my feet had been when I went to sleep the night before. Anyway, the next day when my friend’s mom went to strip and remake the bed we discovered I had not only bunched up the top sheet under the cover but I had somehow manage to strip the velveteen blanket under the fitted sheet without removing the fitted sheet.

At this point in my life my bedding consist of a fitted sheet, the blanket you see on the bed in the photo and three body pillows–with pillow casings (another non consistent item in my bed making).  I added the only two throw pillows I have left which I care about. The Hello Kitty one I found while touring an empty apartment. It was in a really high cabinet which may or may not have had a rifle in it as well. The realtor agent never told me. The second throw pillow is in the color and has the House Crest of my favorite House in Harry Potter: Slytherin. The pillow was hand embroidered by a friend of mine who loves Harry Potter as much (or even more) than I do.

While my bed is simple to make, the act of making it, and of laundering sheets, pillowcases, and cover one a month or as needed, gives me sense of peace and order; starting my day off on the right note.

My suggestion to anyone who feels out of control or anxiety ridden or in a bad place mentally is to find the “making your bed” thing to help you through, to get you back on track. It might be journaling when you first wake up, or having a cup of coffee, or walking, or it make actually be making your bed. Whatever it is, having one thing which helps all the other things in life move easier through day is invaluable.

Welcome Day Three of Walking

Some notes about my daily walks. One it is really hard not to take a bunch of pictures and cheat, posting them on days I don’t walk. This would be self defeating. I have set a limit on myself: three to six pictures a day. Two I love where I live. I wave at every car passing me. Today 6 out of 8 drivers waved back. Country/Small Town people are pretty friendly. Lastly, I measure my distance by mailboxes. My phone has the Samsung Health App which measures my actual distance and time. What I do is pick a mailbox up a head and walk until I get to it. Each day I pick a further out mailbox.

So without anymore delay, today’s pictures:

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The Daily Trees to inspire. From this angle they look like they are in line but they are not.

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This is a path into the woods I would like to walk but I am not sure who owns the property.

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First Wooly Warm of Autumn. Anyone know the folklore about the coloration and Winter?

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A turtle cross in the road. This folklore I know, when turtles cross the road it means rain is coming.

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BONUS PIC: My best friend’s two year old not ready to face

Another Stab at Self Motivation

Another hiatus. I apologize.

However, I am going to try some new techniques for self motivation and being consistent in my blogging/social media.

So I present the first of Daily Walks. These will be pictures from my morning walks. Since I live on a Country Road they may get interesting. One note: it has been raining a lot where I live as of late. Some days the pictures might simply be of my time and miles on the treadmill.

This was just an odd tree in the middle of the field. Maybe it will inspire someone to write a story or poem.

You can’t see it that well but this person put their satellite dish in the brush for some reason. There was another satellite dish laying on the ground a few yards away and a third dish which looked like it might be the working one. It was more in the open at the edge of their front yard.

I thought this flower was pretty. Even weeds can add color to your life.

Taking a Reset Day

Summer is the time for vacations. It is a time to do lots of gardening work, lawn care and camping. It is a time to spend with family. For some it is a summer is a time of relaxation and getting over the winter “blues”.

So many people think of Summer time as being happy, energized, fun and relaxing. A break from the dreary. Seasonal Affect Disorder (SAD) most often settles in in the winter when days are shorter and it is harder to be outside and get the required amount of sunlight.

One of the people I follow JulieDibbleWrites has an amazing article about Summer Depression. It talks about the lesser seen side of Summer.

Since I lost my job I knew there was the risk of sliding into “blahs”. The “Blahs” I suppose are my version of The Oatmeal’s “Blerch”. It is the invasive thoughts of: I can do that later. I can do that tomorrow. There is no hurry. Darn it I didn’t realize how late it is so now I can’t make that phone call. It is also the total lack of thought. Not in a good mediative way but in a “How did I lose an hour?” way.  The “Blahs” are the precursor to Depression.

In my situation I don’t have time or the money for a week long retreat somewhere to hit the reset button. So I made a plan.  And today I am carrying out that plan.

No TV.  Light Fasting for the day. Lots of water. Lots of herbal teas. Exercise. Spa Care. Editing in the evening.

Breaking this down. No TV is pretty self explanatory. Light Fasting: I made a smoothie of frozen peaches, yogurt and milk for this morning. I will have two glasses of low sodium V8 for the rest of the day. Lots of water is also self explanatory. Herbal teas I like include the Yogi Brand of tea. Take a walk down the country road I live on. Shower, face mask, body oil or lotion, and oil pull before brushing my teeth.

A cleansing and reset of the energies of the body. For me I might…might…add classical music at some point. However, silence is a great healer so perhaps I will skip the music completely today. Other things are general outside cleaning. The kitchen, my laundry. One correlation studies have discovered in people suffering from depression is the amount of clutter (books, papers, clothes) in the person’s environment.  While clutter does not necessarily cause depression it seems to exacerbate the chronic symptoms.

My hope in doing all of this is to have a fruit rest of the week. Clear the cobwebs and refocus my energies where they need to be.

It is furthermore my hope for the readers of this post to find something or be inspired to do something to help make a positive change in their lives.  Gratitude and the sharing of self care knowledge returns dividends.