It's noon and I just blushed -- busted once again. The Lovely Man with the Red Gold & Grey Beard just stuck a post-it note in front of my face which read, BAKED POTATO??? I giggled and (once again) pulled the iPod earbuds out of my ears -- with the sound turned up I hadn't heard him asking me at all, at all. (It's not like this hasn't happened before . . .) And what had my rapt attention? At the moment it was Cheryl Wheeler's "Defying Gravity" -- no, not the same "Defying Gravity" that Elphaba the Green Witch sings in the Broadway show "Witches." Although I think I may have liked that "Defying Gravity" better. But I digress.
Have I mentioned how much I love my iPod? My "Workout" playlist gets me moving faster when I work with weights and walk my power walks. My "Lullabye" playlist lulls me to sleep (well at least sometimes). If I really want to fall asleep, I listen to a book. There's nothing quite like being read to sleep, is there? (The folks over at TidBits discovered the same secret I already knew, the cure to insomnia being listening to Bill Bryson's Short History of Nearly Everything on the iPod.) My "Trance" playlist puts me in an altered state (lots of Soundings records on that one). And the rest of the time, I listen to my contemporary folk-country-rock favorites. (At the moment, that's a shuffled playlist with Eastmountainsouth, Lucy Kaplansky, John Gorka, Patty Griffin, Old Crow Medicine Show and -- of course -- Craig Olson (the aforementioned Lovely Man with the Red Gold & Grey Beard).
Did I mention that I broke my foot last week? Did I mention that this has played havoc with my plans to double or triple my daily walks of 2-3 miles each? Did I mention I've been feeling a bit discouraged, not to mention being in pain? OK, that's enough whining, way more than enough whining. This break is not nearly as bad as the other one -- three years ago, I shattered the cuboid in my right foot after falling about 8 feet off a ladder from a loft to the kitchen floor of a friend's cabin. That one took nearly a year to heal, and I still have twinges in my foot from time to time. This time, it's my left foot and the break is not nearly as bad, although it is in that same cuboid area. This time, I was coming down some wooden steps (skipping happily in the bright spring sunshine, if truth be told) and I simply slipped. Simply slipped while skipping in spring. (oh jeez.) It didn't help that the tread on my shoes was worn down to nearly nothing and that I had had "Buy New Walking Shoes" on my To-Do list for nearly three months . . .
I have still managed to get around, upstairs and down, out the door to community meetings (oh those small town politics), across the street to staff the neighborhood garage sale for a couple of hours, even into town to see my dad and hook up his new high speed internet access (I am sooooo jealous). But I've been spending most of my time here on the couch in the Gathering Room (aka the Great Room), listening to music, watching DVD's, checking my email on my laptop, working on artwork and website work and reading and napping and reading some more.
Meanwhile my Muse has been languishing, as I have not been paying enough Attention to Her. She needs to be fed and watered. With daily journaling and sketching and Tarot readings, not to mention walking (which will have to stay on hold for awhile).
I've been feeling guilty for not blogging (or journaling or sketching) and of course, guilt does nothing but make us wallow even more in our bad habits. So just do it, darlin', I would say to someone else. And so I did. And here we are. Blogging once again.
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