You know the old adage, “Youth is wasted on the young”? Yeah. Just, yeah.
Yesterday was so cool, such a fun day. It was work too, for me only the 2 days before, and yesterday, being on my feet for at least 8 hours (yesterday more like 10 or 11). I loved it, I hurt at the end of the day but managed to get up the next morning and go at it again. Except for driving there yesterday morning when I suddenly didn’t know if I’d missed my turn on the way to the center, a place I’ve been maybe dozens of times, I seemed to be able to keep my wits about me.
But this morning, I hurt, lol. My feet, my ankles, my knees, my hips, my shoulders, my elbows, wrists, hands, and particularly my thumb on my right hand which never bothered me before, are all sore. I feel all of my almost-66 years today. But I also feel good, emotionally. Satisfied, you know? Like you do when you complete a big job, like painting a room, and it came out good, and now you can just sit back and enjoy it?
I had suggested to my friend, the gallery curator, yesterday that we go to Mangia Gourmet, the open mic venue, today for the brunch they have every Sunday with music, and maybe just get a cup of coffee and a bagel and sit outside and veg out to the music for a while. We both were enthusiastic yesterday, I would guess neither one of us really wants to go anywhere today. Maybe, but, maybe not. She’s been saying she needs to do laundry, but doesn’t have a washer/dryer, and has to go to the laundromat, and has been putting so much time into the center that she hasn’t had a chance to do it. So maybe I’ll tell her to put a couple loads in her car and come over here and veg out while the laundry gets done. Sit on the deck with a cold drink and listen to Beth Hart.
I was perusing FB, not having looked at it in days. Nor have I seen the news, except the really big things like tRumps health care bill being withdrawn. This morning, I only read a few political posts (and I get a lot in my feed), and focused on the funny ones, or the human interest ones. There was one from the NY Times Magazine about Sequoia National Park, with pictures, that was just so lovely to read, about those incredible living beings that are older than Christianity, literally. I want to go there before I die, to be in the presence of life that has, against all odds, grown straight and tall, and somehow deflected all the things that could kill it. I think there’s a huge lesson for humanity in those trees, if we can actually get out of our ego minds.
Maybe I’ll write today, or watch movies, or binge watch Mozart in the Jungle. I was going to work on jewelry but my hands are too sore. Don’t ask me why, I didn’t particularly use them an extra lot yesterday. It’s probably just arthritis seeping around my whole body today, because I am so tired, and don’t have the energy to try to stop it, lol. I’m sure I’ll be fine tomorrow, so it’s not to worry about, just deal with the discomfort today. Maybe I’ll look up “hands” in Louise Hays book “You Can Heal Your Life” and find out what the emotional component of hand discomfort is, and add her affirmations to my daily meditation and prayers. Can’t hurt.
Well, onward, to another cup of coffee, and a day of relaxation. Plus I still have to get the hibiscus my friend sent me out of the box, which is about 4′ tall, and about an 10” square. The plant is in there so tightly, I guess the best way to get it out will be to open the bottom and pull it out, so I don’t break branches of it off. Need to dig a little deeper to find a little more “youth” to tackle that project, lol.
Love and light, everyone.