Amidst the storm of Donald Trump’s outrageous
rhetoric and the political speculations that followed, it’s nice to find a bit
of calm. I’m watching a Celtic music program on PBS—I don’t care what anyone
says, the bagpipes send a thrill through me. And those sweet female Celtic
voices, some accompanied by a dancing violinist, mesmerize me. I tried violin
as a small child—didn’t have the ear for it. But I can’t imagine dancing across
a stage while playing a violin. It’s the proverbial question about rubbing your
stomach and patting your head at the same time—I’m sure I can’t do it. So
dancing and playing leaves me spellbound.
I don’t enter drawings on Facebook
much, but tonight I entered my name in a drawing for a week for two in
Scotland, with three nights on the luxury Royal Scot train. I know which child
would go with me.
Physical therapy did a number on me
yesterday—sore in the afternoon, uncomfortable in the night. But today I took a
deep nap and woke up feeling more pain-free than in a while and also more
optimistic. Tonight I did the prescribed exercises, including a still 15 minutes
with the hot-pad on my low back. Almost lulled me into sleep right then.
Otherwise, it’s been a day of doing “stuff”—grocery,
one Christmas gift bought, some presents wrapped. Yipped at Jacob this morning
when I finally got him out of bed and he went right to his iPad instead of
getting dressed. Laid down the law: from now on, no iPad until he’s dressed,
fed, teeth brushed, backpack all ready to go. Of course then I had a red face—told
him there were no waffles (though I sure I had some)—Jordan put them in the
freezer door, where I never thought to look.
All in all, the kind of day each of us
needs probably more than once in a while. I just let it happen—no “have to get
this done,” no pressure, no deadlines. Busy days ahead, so this was a good day.
It’s got me thinking about an early bedtime, though I have proofing to do. It
will probably wait until tomorrow—or January. I may finally be learning how to
retire.
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