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One Word – #resound11

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What is one word to describe your 2011? Why does that word sum up your year? 

VISION.

For me, 2011 was about vision, both literally and metaphorically.

I had two surgeries this year to deal with cataracts in each eye.  I had my first IOL (interocular lens) implant on March 17, and the second one on June 9.  I wrote about each of them earlier in the year, and the transformation has been amazing. Picture looking out of the windows of a house inhabited by 3-cigar-a-day smokers!  That’s how it seemed, in comparison to my “after” vision – bright, clear, shiny, actual EDGES on objects.

I’m fascinated by neuroscience, and so I was intrigued by the phenomenon of my rapidly changing brain wiring, as it adapted from relying on one eye, to the  ”new” eye.  The surgery itself was also fascinating, since I was awake (although under the influence of some pretty mellowing drugs!) and eager for the experience.  As I said previously, sight is indeed a superpower.

All of that contemplation about my actual vision led to a lot of reflection on the metaphorical level.  Now that I had vision, what was I going to do with it?  What in my life is clearer now? What can I see now, that I had been blind to? What IS my vision, for myself, my relationships, my work, the world?  How do I implement The Vision?  How do I enact it?  Embody it?

At this point, I don’t have solid answers to any of those questions.  Answers will be static, over-and-done.  The questions are more interesting, anyway.  Even if all I come up with is more questions, they will further define my vision/Vision, and refine it.  But I do believe that “Vision” is not just the Word of the Year for me.  ”Vision” feels like it is the theme for my next stage of life.

THAT feels pretty damn exciting.

What’s YOUR Word of the Year?  Please leave a comment.

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Returning with a Rant About Posture

Recently, I taught a workshop at the Houston NiaMoves Studio, called “Dynamic, Beautiful Posture.”  Lots of my clients express the desire for improved posture, so it’s a topic I spend a lot of time thinking about.

Every time I teach this workshop, I am still astonished by the level of psychological pain, self-loathing, perfectionism, and defeatism that students express.  My rant:  how did we, as a culture,create such a huge cohort of disempowered people?

At the beginning of the workshop, I asked the students (all women, this time, of all sizes, shapes, and ages) to simply walk around the room a few times.  You can try this for yourself:  as you walk, is there a voice inside your head, coaching and directing you in the “right way” to walk?  For most people, the answer is “YES.”

When asked what thoughts went through their minds as they walked, a flood of comments burst forth.  ”Stand up straight.”  (What does that even MEAN?) “Hold in your stomach.” “Suck it in!” “Keep that ass from flapping in the breeze!”  All agreed that they were following old directions from a past authority figure while walking — not in the present moment at all.  I asked them how that voice made them feel.

“Not good enough.”

“Unattractive.”

“Anxious.”

“Afraid I’ll do something wrong.”

You get the idea.  There’s a definite pattern here.  This group of women was not unique.  The same responses come up, time and again, and from men as well as women, whenever I work with people and their posture.

So with the stage set, here comes my rant about posture.  If you want to skip the rant (although I think it will be entertaining and enlightening), the take-away is:  Get off your own case.  Stop criticizing yourself, about posture or anything else.  For all the years of criticism, has anything REALLY changed?  No.  Oh yeah — stop criticizing other people, too — especially about their posture.

Take a few moments to sit with these statements:  ”I’m not good enough.  I’m unattractive.  I’m anxious.  I feel fearful.”  What do you notice?  Give it some time, and slowly, almost imperceptibly, you will begin to EMBODY these statements.  A feeling of sadness will begin to emerge.  Your gaze is downcast, your head bends forward, along with your shoulders curving forward. Your back slumps.  Your stomach, or your head, may begin to ache a little.  Your flexor muscles contract, pulling you along in a trajectory toward fetal position, the only safe place. Notice:  all your energy, vitality, and joy are drained out of you.  You may feel hopeless:  ”What’s the point?  I might as well go back to bed.”  The point is this:  every bodily position, every habitual pattern of muscular contraction, has an underlying emotional tone and thought process — even if unconscious.  If you feel this crummy about yourself, your posture is, in a way, a reflection of your emotional state and self-image.  In this condition, it is impossible to “stand up straight.”  And if you do get close, it will be with such effort and artificiality as to be uncomfortable and unsustainable.

Critiques of posture start young, and continue throughout our formative years.  They come from people who mean well and want the best for us.  However, the Law of Unintended Consequences can be clearly seen.  We fight against ourselves, even years later, to win the approval of that authority figure still in our heads.  A child internalizes the message:  ”There is something about you, about your fundamental essence, that is so displeasing and offensive to me, that I cannot accept it, or you.  Unless you can meet my standard of perfection, I will not love you.” And thus begins a life-long, unproductive battle, with the self and one’s environment.  Our only defense to make us feel better about ourselves is to find someone else to correct relentlessly.

Clearly, this is a fruitless and futile path.  And yet we’ve all trod it.  There is a better way.  (It’s coming soon, my solution.  But I’m kind of on a roll with this rant, so permit me. . .)

Our notion of “good posture” arises from a cultural aesthetic preference.  Great works of art, and artistic pursuits such as ballet and yoga reflect this aesthetic preference for the ideals of symmetry and elongation.   The real-world realization is that “Ideal” means “does not actually occur in real life.”  Ideals are meant to be beacons toward which we move.  Ideals are meant to inspire healthy striving and accomplishment (H/T to Dr. Brene Brown for expressing this wonderful distinction.) The closer we get to the ideal, we find the goal posts move.  Achieve the ideal, and you’ve become a butterfly specimen in a display case:  dead, wings pinned to a board, no longer capable of flight, growth, or continued inspiration. Rather straining to achieve an ideal, embrace a metaphor:  The Cockrell Butterfly Center at the Houston Museum of Natural Science is teeming with life, wonder, and beauty.

Face it:  nobody ever died from bad posture.  The problem is not in any particular position — the problem comes from getting stuck there.

Moshe Feldenkrais, iconoclastic thinker and movement educator from the last century, said that “posture” is a static state, like a post. (Post/posture, get it?)  That is fine for photographs and statues, but people’s lives are not static.  We’ve gotta move, and do, and be, and love, and work, and play.  We can’t do that in one, “correct,” static position.  So he coined a word, “acture,” to describe a dynamic state of curiosity about the world, poised for comfort and grace in movement without wasted energy.

You don’t teach that kind of fabulous, engaged “attitude” toward life by shaming, coercing, nagging, or making people walk with a book on their head.   Comfortable “acture,” along with the happy side-effect of looking aesthetically pleasing, has to be experienced and FELT.  Classes in the Feldenkrais Method seek to create the conditions where this dynamic internal spark can be re-ignited.  With deeper experiences of the felt sense of springiness, grace, ease, and length comes a changed emotional tone, changed thinking patterns and self-talk, and the ability to be one’s own authority in matters of comfort, effectiveness, and self.

The workshop participants made a beginning at trading in their perfectionism in favor of resilience, adaptability, and a sense of their own capacity for skill, grace, and comfort in efficient and beautiful movement.  They began to experience the old adage, “What you think of me is none of my business.”  When new possibilities open up, the potential for improvement is LIMITLESS.

Where is perfectionism blocking you?  How does perfectionism affect your relationships with others?

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An “AHA!” Moment

Perhaps you’ve seen this cartoon recently:

I laughed out loud when I saw this. And of course, my mind went immediately to those amazing “AHA!” moments that a Feldenkrais class or lesson can elicit with such frequency and regularity!

An “AHA!” moment is so wonderful. It’s something that can instantly change your mood, your attitude, your viewpoint. The ability to have an”AHA!” is the root of a sense of humor, a sense of wonder, and a sense of one’s place in the grand scheme of things. “AHA!” is not just a cognitive breakthrough — it is delightful because it is also SENSORY. “AHA!” is so rich and lovely precisely because it puts you squarely into the realization that you don’t know everything after all. You still have the capacity to be surprised. You still have the freshness, vitality, and energy to learn, and to embrace something new. That is precious indeed.

We can’t predict what kind of “AHA!” moment you will have at a FELDENKRAIS class. All we can say is that it’s highly probable that you will have one. Perhaps not today, but soon. We’re making your world a better place, one “AHA!” at a time.

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Too Much of a Good Thing?

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Do you remember the theme from Sesame Street? ”Sunny day, keepin’ the clouds away. . .” This vision of idyllic playtime has taken an ugly turn recently. Our current weather pattern illustrates the truth behind the saying, “too much of a good thing.”

Was it Mae West who said, “You can never be too thin, or too rich”? I guess it all depends on your perspective, and whether you are coming or going. Too thin — ask the parents of an anorexic child. Too rich? As Robin Williams famously said, “Cocaine is God’s way of telling you that you make too much money.” We embrace the message of contemporary gurus who preach “life without limits.” And yet, without limits, life becomes very difficult.

Too many sunny days with no clouds, no rain in sight, and temperatures in a dangerous range is more than an inconvenience — it has turned deadly. Rain will be most welcome in these parts, when it does come, and it will.  Most of us would probably embrace a real “gully-washer.”  But one needs only remember the images of disastrous hurricanes and flooding to see the effects of “too much of a good thing,” from the opposite end of the spectrum.

It’s not so much that we must be careful what we wish for.  In our own personal experience, we are not doomed to repeating the same actions, and hoping for different results.  We can learn, adapt, and change our approach so that the good things don’t turn into bad things.

In my Feldenkrais practice, many people come in as a result of having done “too much of a good thing.”  Their HABIT, when encountering a difficulty or discomfort,  is to do even more of what it was that got them into trouble in the first place. At some point, they disconnect from their immediate experience (“That really hurts.  Maybe I should stop?”) in service of an abstract idea (No!  I won’t be a quitter. I can do a little bit more, and then I’ll have _____”). These admirable and good goals — “fitness,” “strength,” “flexibility,” “sexiness,” “success” — are not static and universal in their manifestiations. They are uniquely expressed in each individual.  Moshe Feldenkrais described his work as helping people “to realize their vowed and unavowed dreams.”  We are frequently unaware of our own dreams, substituting those of our culture, society, peer group, or family system instead — and further unaware that we have done so.  Personal awareness is a cornerstone of the Feldenkrais Method.

Learning to do a little bit less is a first step away from a potentially destructive pattern.  Choosing to do a bit less can help us find just the right amount of “doing.”  Then, we can enjoy the good things that life has to offer.

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On the Eve of August

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If you’re planning on visiting Houston, you might want to pick another time. Those of us who live here are plotting escape to cooler climes — or at least floridly fantasizing. A welcome chill in the air will have to come from vivid imagination or powerful air-conditiong, for our temperature forecast is all 100 F or above for the entire coming week.

Complaining about the weather must eventually yield to acceptance of what is. It will eventually change. as everything always does.

As an unanticipated application of my learning from practicing the Feldenkrais Method, I have been noticing the effects of the heat, rather than just complaining about it. I can notice that I feel sticky, heavy, and uncomfortable; that I feel “spaced out” and my mind wanders more; and that I have less energy than normal. I notice that I am most productive before 11 a.m. I notice the internal judgmental dialog when I can’t seem to get through my to-do lists — lists that were probably unrealistically long in the first place. I notice that I feel much better when I purposely set out to DO LESS than I know I can. I complete a short list with energy to spare, and feel encouraged to begin again.

So it’s not that functioning is impossible in this heat. It is that my habitual ways of functioning are not compatible with current conditions. As human beings, we have almost infinite capacity to learn and adapt to practically anything. So in this heat, I am spending more time on indoor projects, saving my creative work for “prime times,” and resting more. I notice that my stressed-out, sweltering clients seem happy to step into the cool and quiet comfort of my office for Feldenkrais work.

I’m also emphasizing that ALL of our class venues are air-conditioned, as an enticement for folks to come out and cool off. We’ll get through this, finding as much ease, efficiency, and effectiveness as we can. See you soon!

 

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Feldenkrais for Independence Day

Feldenkrais students are an independent lot.

They don’t make decisions about how to spend their time and attention based on “everybody’s doing it” or “nobody has heard of that.” And while sometimes they may have a little difficulty in describing what Feldenkrais IS, they have no trouble at all when asked to describe how it makes them FEEL.

Our results are as varied as the individuals who seek out this work, because each person desires something different. Moshe Feldenkrais said that the purpose of his work was to help people to achieve “their vowed and unavowed dreams.”

The noble dreams we all share: Freedom (sometimes our oppressor is physical pain, or inflexible thinking), Independence (to be self-sufficient, yet inter-dependent with and contributing to the world around us), and Self Determination (to choose freely in each moment what one’s next action will be), are universal desires, and are at the heart of the Feldenkrais Method.

The pursuit of these dreams can lead to unexpected destinations, newly discovered capacities, and satisfaction — yes, even contentment — with the process of progress.

We are all in pursuit of vowed and unavowed dreams. Those people on the floor? LIVIN’ THE DREAM. Join them!

 

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Feldenkrais and The Right Recipe

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I really enjoy cooking. There was a time when I didn’t enjoy it — but that was then, this is now.

I’m the kind of cook who uses a recipe only as the most general suggestion or guideline of how the preparations will proceed. If it is a new recipe, I will probably follow it more closely the first time — but maybe not. I improvise a lot — substituting ingredients, changing things up in the seasoning department, and generally managing to invent something that bears only slight resemblance to whatever was on the page.  My cooking  style continually frustrates my friends who ask for recipes.  ”I don’t really have one,” I say sheepishly, as I watch them roll their eyes again.

For the open house last weekend, I had planned to purchase some of those wonderful little appetizer quiches that you can get at Costco. Well, they were out. So I decided to make them myself. I found several recipes online for mini-quiches you can make in a muffin pan. With a bit of mix and match, I combined the best features of each into a recipe that made sense to me. One recipe had very few eggs, but almost three cups of milk and cream, along with cornstarch to thicken it up. Another had more eggs, less liquid — that seemed like a better idea. The original recipe also called for shallots and zucchini. I used onions instead of the shallots, and for another batch I used broccoli instead of zucchini. Added a dash or two of Tabasco sauce, and took one suggestion to put cheese in the bottom of each muffin tin so that a crust was unnecessary.  The finished product was tasty and satisfying.  You couldn’t eat just one!

A recipe is a great place to START.  For me, it is rarely the final word.  Over a lifetime, your own preferences and techniques are sure to emerge. A little more garlic, a little less salt.  No onions for this friend, vegetarian version for that one. Double the recipe to make enough sauce.  Learning occurs each time you return to the recipe,  so that you can make improvements that suit your tastes and circumstances. This applies not only to cooking, but also to most other kinds of instruction and learning.

Moshe Feldenkrais was interested in learning.  Not the kind of learning that seeks to produce a standard experience for everyone, but learning in which each person can develop and express their own individuality. The Feldenkrais Method has lots of “movement recipes” to experiment with and improvise upon, to re-awaken your appetite for movement and life. We have some ingredients you might not have tried before, or have forgotten about. You’ll be delighted with the results!

Have you had a recent experience at a Feldenkrais class that you’d like to share? Tell us about it in the comments.

Crustless Mini-quiches for simple breakfast.
This is a “mash-up” from several sources.  Feel free to vary the recipe to suit your own tastes or whatever you have in the fridge.
You can use a standard size muffin tin, or a mini-muffin tin.  Do not use a large muffin size — you might as well just make one big quiche in a normal quiche pan.

6 large eggs
1/4 to 1/3 cup half and half or heavy cream
salt and pepper
nutmeg, about 1/8 tsp (ground nutmeg or grate your own)
Tabasco sauce (optional): a few good dashes
olive oil
2 shallots, minced (or use as much minced onion as you like)
2-4 cloves of garlic, minced (more or less as you like)
a large zucchini, ends trimmed, grated.  You want a heaping cupful. Can use broccoli, finely chopped, if preferred.
1 cup grated swiss cheese (a bit more never hurts)
fresh basil, finely chopped

Heat oven to 450 degrees.

Whisk together the eggs, cream, salt, pepper, nutmeg, and tabasco if desired.  Combine well until it looks even and smooth. You can use it immediately or refrigerate until the next day.  If you use it the next day, whisk it again.

Prepare the veg mixture:  In a non-stick pan, drizzle some olive oil and heat to medium.  Add the garlic and shallots (or onions) and saute until fragrant, about 2 to 3 minutes.  Add the grated zucchini, stir until just starting to soften, about 3-4 minutes.  Remove from heat.

Oil muffin tins well.. Put a pinch of grated cheese in the bottom of each muffin cup, cover with veg mixture (about 1 tsp for minis, about 1 Tablespoon for regular-size muffins). Add a pinch of fresh basil.  Pour some of the egg mixture into each muffin cup, distributing evenly.  It will be about a Tablespoon for minis, fill regular tins to 3/4 full.  Top with leftover cheese, if you have any.

Bake in 450 degree oven until the quiches are puffy and start to turn golden, about 15-18 minutes.  Let cool for 10 minutes.  Then, carefully run a paring knife around the rim  (and interior edge) of each muffin cup.  Carefully lift each quiche out of its cup.

These can be served hot or at room temperature.  They freeze well, too.  Let them cool, then freeze in a covered container or in a freezer ziplock storage bag.  Reheat frozen quiches on a cookie sheet, 400 degrees, 5-10 minutes.

Variations:  vegetables you like, in combinations you like;  different cheeses (should grate well);  different herbs you like (just be sure to use fresh!).  You could add crispy crumbled bacon, salami, or prosciutto, or ham, Canadian bacon.

Bon appetit!

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You CAN Take It With You! (FELDENKRAIS)

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I think that FELDENRKAIS is the most low-tech, high tech system for self-improvement out there. Think about it — all you need is a floor to lie upon, or a chair to sit in, and you have a very accurate and personalized  biofeedback “device” that will give you a lot of detailed information about yourself, if you stop and pay attention.

Each lesson is an exploration, or an experiment in movement. The stakes are low — the cost of failure is ZERO — and you’re going so slowly and gently that you won’t risk injury. There are no gadgets, weights, medicine balls, or torture racks — just you and a mat, perhaps a couple of towels. Best of all, the technology is completely portable. Have body and brain, will travel. As my friend and colleague Ayala Teichman says, “You don’t have to go to the gym in order to “do” Feldenkrais. You already have “Feldenkrais” Built within you, in every movement that you make. If you do go to a Feldi Lesson – Take the movements with you to your own life.”

Once a student “gets this” —  how to take the movements into life — there’s no stopping them. Last week at the class at the MD Anderson Integrative Medicine Center, a man shared two really interesting comments with me. Immediately after the lesson (one with tilting crossed legs slowly to the side, noticing details; then slowly tilting arms in the opposite direction) he got up on his feet and then walked around a bit, with a curious smile on his face. “I hope it’s OK,” he grinned, “but during that lesson I kept thinking about how that twist was really going to help my golf swing.” I told him that was indeed OK – and indeed, it was the whole point — to take the movements into your own life, doing whatever it is that you want to do, or must do.

He then shared that he is currently undergoing proton therapy, a very advanced type of radiation treatment, for his cancer — and that he must lie very still within the “tube” during the treatments. “I realized that even when I’m not moving, there’s a lot moving — like my breathing. Maybe I can just THINK about moving while I’m in there — and they’ll never know.” This man got some of his power back that day on the floor, and was looking forward to getting out on the links to try his Feldenkrais-improved swing.

How do you take FELDENKRAIS with you? Please leave a comment.

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Distinctions and Feldenkrais

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“Is this parsley, or cilantro?”

I looked over my reading glasses into the face of the young, red-haired, fresh-faced supermarket checker, as I rummaged in my purse to pull out my wallet.

“That is cilantro,” I said.  Just the mention of cilantro transported me momentarily into the future, to that evening’s planned simple dinner, when that fresh cilantro would garnish our tasty tacos.  I must have sounded a little dreamy.

“Thanks, I never can tell them apart.”

This was a bit of a tense moment for me.  Are we having an actual conversation about food?  Or is she just making a courteous response? I couldn’t quite tell, so social me put a tentative foot forward.

“That’s okay.  Your customers can keep you straight.  They’ll always know what they are buying.”  And I thought to myself, “She has already rung up the taco shells, the onions, the tomatoes, and the margarita mix — those are some pretty good clues that it’s probably cilantro, right?”  But I know I’m a little weird — seeing patterns and associations where there may be none.  She was focused on one item at a time, if she was focused at all.

She looked surprised, as if she had just caught her breath. Not at the information, but perhaps that someone was actually addressing her — engaging her.  She continued to move my items over the scanner as she looked up at me.

For some reason, the eye contact cued me that we WERE having a conversation. I continued.  ”And, next time you look at them side by side, you’ll see that the cilantro leaves are rufflier, and the Italian, flat leaf parsley leaves are flat, and pointy.”  Yes, I am a compulsive, 24-hour-a-day, teacher.  I paused a moment, weighing whether I should go into the regular, curly leaf parsley.  Too much? Perhaps.  Better just stick to two items to compare and contrast. . .

Now she just looked shocked.  But I was on a roll.  ”And then, you can smell them.  Parsley smells green, and just really fresh, while cilantro smells peppery.”

“I had no idea.”

Now I was a little embarrassed.  Is that the “This lady is nuts?” look?  Well, Lord knows I’ve endured that one before.  We completed our transaction, and I got to thinking on my way to the car.

My work as a Feldenkrais teacher is, in large part, about helping people learn to make distinctions in their own lives, their own subjective experience, their own quality of movement and motivation.  Making comparisons and distinctions is almost always an exploratory and experimental process.  I laughed to myself that I was unable to differentiate between “polite conversation” and “engaged conversation,” judging by my own left-over feelings of slight inappropriateness in my behavior, confirmed by the checker’s quizzical facial expressions. However, I then thought — no, that was an exploration.  A pleasant experiment.  I also noted that eternal truth that you can’t make assumptions about people.  Just because she works with food every day, doesn’t mean that she knows anything about it, or is interested in it.  As strange as that seems to me, it helps me understand how the dear supermarket checker found me to be strange as well.

People often tell me that I am outgoing and extroverted, and perhaps that is true.  I think more importantly, I am just resilient.  (Perhaps that’s a topic for another day:  Does being outgoing make you resilient, or does being resilient make you outgoing?) I have always been able to pick myself up, after failures big and small, and go on to try again.  I like to think that the Feldenkrais Method can help people to develop this resilience, in movement and in their larger lives.  We do it in a series of gentle, easy, no-failure experiments where, if things don’t work out as you planned in any given moment, you can always try again, refine your approach, and start again.

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Nesting

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Tonight as I write, I’m inspired by this month’s theme from the wonderful website, Creative Every Day — which is “Nesting.”

My first nesting urges came when I was about five months pregnant with my daughter, my eldest. Walking through the mall, innocently windowshopping, I passed by a store selling all kinds of needlework kits.  Suddenly I was consumed, as if by a primal urge:  ”I MUST MAKE SOMETHING FOR THE BABY!!!!” Having not exhibited a domesticated bone in my body up until that point in time, my husband thought I had been kidnapped by aliens, as I took out the darling embroidery project I had just purchased, and happily began stitching French knots.  ”Who the hell are you?” I remember him saying.

I stitched like a madwoman.  I made counted cross-stitch decorations on many of her outfits, even on her pajamas.  But the one piece of evidence that survivies from that heady, stitchy time is the sampler I bought that day.  It hangs in the guest room of the home my daughter now shares with her husband.  Watch out for that nesting bug.

I’m in a new nesting phase, it seems.  It started afresh before Christmas, when I acted upon the urge to completely reorganize my office.   You can probably find chronicles of that experience on this blog.  And now, new urgency consumes me.

If you’ve been following along, you know that I have recently  (five days ago) had cataract surgery.  I wrote, half-jokingly, that I feared I would see filthy countertops and clumps of cat fur in all the corners as my vision began to improve.    As predicted, my worst fears have come to pass.  GOOD GOD the dirty floors, yes the countertops, and OY dust.  Dust, the historical nemesis of women in my family, dating back generations on both sides of the family.   My mother was famous for saying, “Just don’t move anything — then you’ll never see the dust.”  Well, that’s not working out.  I am a mover.  I move stuff, and people, and ideas, and emotions, and bodies, and intellects, and me.  Stuff gonna MOVE ’round here, y’all.  And so, cleaning, nesting, bringing order out of chaos, is now priority one.  Project status.

I’ll have to do this in stages.  Countertops and mopping the floors are the first and most urgent tasks.  I vacuumed earlier today, because I couldn’t stand it anymore.  It’s probably more than I should be doing — but I’m not gardening or working out or playing sports, which are the named prohibitions at this time, according to the post-op instructions.  The on-hands-and-knees, soul-purging scrubbing that promises salvation through spring cleaning — that will have to wait until I can bend over — also prohibited right now.  I think I can handle a little light mopping.  With many repetitions, short breaks in between.

Friends near and far have tried to support me during this crisis, advising to wait it out a few more days, suggesting perhaps a glass of wine will help.  Alas, to no avail.  I must embrace my destiny. And call the maid service to come in next week.

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