Spoonie Saturday – The Sky’s the Limit

Well it’s been a week here at Chez Spoons. I’ve just finished off two weeks of steroid therapy to treat my dyshidrotic eczema. Pllffttt ;-p have I ever mentioned how much I dislike steroids? Make me slightly psychotic they do. But I’m done for now and I have to say that my feet do feel much better. Then, in what shall henceforth be known as the “great chinese cabbage incident” I managed to slice off a significant portion of the finger pad on my middle finger, requiring several stitches and bandages, making me look like I’m giving the whole world the bird. I wonder what kind of fingerprint I’ll be left with. On second thought, maybe that’s not such a bad thing buahaha. Perhaps I should now reveal my evil plans for world domination, the sky’s the limit! Oh wait, wait, that’s just the steroids talking, haha (don’t worry that’s not what they really said.)

OK, ok back to Retired Spoonie life. The weather here north of the 45th parallel has finally turned more wintery. Little spits an spurts of snow and cold weather mingled 30-40 degree temperature shifts have my poor spoonie metabolism all out of whack. We moved here because we LIKE the cold. It’s the back and forth that fluster me so. I’m hyper-sensitive to temperature changes right now so we’re implementing cold weather spoon conservation techniques. Why? Well, it’s 69f in my snuggly little home right now, and I’m shivering. Shivering depletes my spoons (energy reserves) very quickly. So, long story short, we implement several strategies to keep warm when we feel the cold.

  • Hot water bottles – Superhubs currently has his wool sock bedecked feet resting on a hot water bottle to keep his feet warm

  • I am currently wearing an extra sweater and an over wrap to keep my core warm and prevent shivers

  • We keep a heated mattress pad and flannel sheets on our bed. The mattress pad is a new addition to our winter regimen and I must say … total score!

  • I am drinking hot water. I drink a lot of water and right now I’m heating it to warm me from the inside out

I’m experimenting with more kitchen based home remedies. This week’s experiment has been an alternative to antacids. I did some research and found a lot of information on fennel. Thus far it’s working really well. When I feel excess acid, instead of reaching for the bottle of antacid, I chew 1/2 teaspoon of fennel seeds. It works just as well or better than the antacids. I’m going to try a fennel tea and see how that works. I’ll be making a “winter blend” tea this week as well, with dried rose hips from my local coop, for added vitamin C.

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Til next time ~Stay trippy hippies ~JP

Poems, Prayers and New Years

As 2020 draws to it’s close and the new year beckons, I pause for reflection. It’s been a year of changes, oh so many changes. Pain, frustration, fear and general ickyness abounded. But like each of her sisters before her, 2020 has also been filled with joy and promise. I’ve had better years, but I’ve also had worse and the older I grow, the more I realize that every year, every day, has it’s share of Sacred, ordinary moments. I look forward to 2021, to finding the magic in the mundane, the beauty in the chaos, the mystical in the everyday. Farewell 2020, thank you for the blessings. Welcome 2021, thank you for the unknown gifts that are waiting to be discovered. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

“I’ve been lately thinking about my life’s time
All the things I’ve done, how it’s been
And I can’t help believing in my own mind
I know I’m gonna hate to see it end

I’ve seen a lot of sunshine, slept out in the rain
Spent a night or two all on my own
I’ve known my lady’s pleasures, had myself some friends
And spent a night or two in my own home

I have to say it now, it’s been a good life, all in all
It’s really fine to have a chance to hang around
And lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire
While all my friends and my old lady sit and pass the pipe around

Talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in
How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care
How long it’s been since yesterday and what about tomorrow?
What about our dreams and all the memories we share?

The days they pass so quickly now, nights are seldom long
Time around me whispers when it’s cold
The changes somehow frighten me, still I have to smile
It turns me on to think of growing old

For though my life’s been good to me there’s still so much to do
So many things my mind’s never known

I’d like to raise a family, I’d like to sail away
And dance across the mountains on the moon

I have to say it now, it’s been a good life, all in all
It’s really fine to have the chance to hang around
And lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire
While all my friends and my old lady, sit and watch the sun go down

Talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in
How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care

How long it’s been since yesterday and what about tomorrow?
What about our dreams and all the memories we share?”
~John Denver

~ all lyrics are the product of my memory. Any discrepancies or divergences from actual fact should not be viewed as errors but as all natural variations proving that I did, in fact, live through the 60’s~

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday 4/18/20

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For Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “practice/practise.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

One of the blessings to come out of this “lockdown/quarantine/social distancing” has been the evolution of my spiritual practice. Lacking personal interaction, I seem to be more and more seeking solace in spirit.

My dad once said “there’s no such thing as an atheist during an earthquake.” He said it during a 6.5 quake that shook the Imperial Valley back in the late 60’s. It stuck with me.

My spiritual practice is a hodgepodge which I won’t get into here but it’s taken on new breadth and scope in the past couple of months. I have finally found my meditation mojo and the quieting of the mind is an awesome thing, even when it’s only 10 minutes.

I once attended a Paul McCartney concert. When he played “Let It Be” 100,000 lighters clicked and the utter silence from the crowd was deafening. There was nothing but the stage, the song, and, perhaps, the voice of God.

“I do not fear a man who has practiced 10,000 kicks.
I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times.”
~Bruce Lee

Let It Be ~The Beatles

Til next time ~Keep your face covered and your heart full ~JPP

What Day Is It Anyway? — Coping with Covid 4/16/20

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What Day Is It Anyway? — Coping with Covid 4/16/20

What day is it? Grocery day! Who would have thought that the big adventure for my week/month would be a trip to the grocer. We try to go to town every two weeks for supplies. One trip we utilize our “curbside pickup” store and pick up our on-line grocery order. No telling what they will have been able to fill for us until we get home but hey that’s the adventure part. Today was our trip to the Health Food Coop. We go early during “immunocompromised” hours. It’s a small store and there generally aren’t more than 3 people when we go which is awesome. Today was no exception.

They’ve made some changes to the store layout and everybody is masked. It was actually a rather empowering experience. For once I didn’t feel panicky or handicapped.

We managed to get the frozen blueberries and the particular bangers that we prefer. Also casein free not-cheese and the extremely dark (92%) chocolate that Superhubs likes. Picked up some fresh bananas and apples, a couple of sweet potatoes and …. oooooh fresh organic strawberries! Also managed a 4-pack of toilet paper and an extra liquid hand soap. We deliberately passed on a few items like cabbage, packaged salads and mushrooms just because they didn’t look “good.” No soft margarine, onion powder or potato flakes but my situation isn’t dire and I can probably get those from the grocery pickup in a week or two.

Then we went by our drive-thru pharmacy, picked up my prescriptions and a bottle of isopropyl alcohol that the clerk was kind enough to snag off the shelf for me and pass through the pickup window.

We did the drive through food stop at our local Starbucks. First time in MONTHS we’ve had something that has not been prepared in our kitchen. Let me tell you a coffee and bagel never tasted so good.

So, today’s been really good. Warmer weather coming should enable us to take down our RV skirting this weekend which I’m looking forward to.

Oooh Child — The Fire Stairsteps

Til next time ~Keep your face masked and your pantry full ~JPP

What Day Is It Anyway? — Coping with Covid 4/15/20

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What Day Is It Anyway? — Coping with Covid 4/15/20

Today is “tax day” in the US. That day when federal and state income tax returns, estimated payments, IRA contributions are all due. Except that this year they’re … not. All tax related deadlines have been postponed to July 15. But I am not concerned. I’m practicing “life as normal as possible” so I will go ahead and file today, electronically. We have a monthly visit to the health food coop planned for tomorrow, hoping to score the fresh needs for this month.

I’ve purchased and/or made several cloth face masks which I wear every time I go out of my house. I’m taking a bit of gaff for it from our local residents but, honestly, I don’t give a rat’s patootie about their opinion. I’m dealing with a spring flare right now which has hit me HARD! Not just the cough, fatigue and muscle pain either. It’s broken out in my skin … again. Sarcoidosis/lupus skin outbreaks are painful, and this time they have elected to attack the bottoms of my toes! “Burning Feet Syndrome” is not as funny as it sounds. The neuropathy pain is not pins and needles but the actual sensation of burning. I totally empathize with the Salem Witches!

Life goes on, as we all adjust to our new “normal”s. Stay Safe.

Room on Fire — Stevie Nicks

Til next time ~Keep your head down and your pantry full ~JPP

What Day Is It Anyway? — Coping with Covid


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For Linda’s What Day Is It Anyway?

It feels like war, this pandemic. Like stories my grandmother told me of the great depression. Of course it’s not that bad but my reaction seems to be the same. I have convinced myself that if I don’t have something positive to say, I shouldn’t say anything and that has led to a lot of silence. I honestly don’t have any real opinions about what’s going on around me. I don’t want to contribute to the hysteria, the mass misinformation, or the blatant denial that I see everywhere. Life is not the picture of lock-down joy I’d like to believe, but rather a Monet, fuzzy and indistinct but beautiful all the same.

So much has changed in the past year that it’s hard to get a grip on where it’s all going. I float along in the vessel of my dreams, trying to adapt to the new flow, but I am stuck in a kind of paralysis. My creativity seems to have closed up rather like the shops and restaurants I never visited but now miss terribly. I cannot write, so I read. Whole books in a few hours, and oh thank goodness for my Kindle app. I clean, I sanitize, I cook, I craft. Crafting at the moment has been limited to making a variety of cloth facial masks.

I find that I am not alone in this suspended animation. Friends who are painters find they cannot paint, so they garden. Musicians cannot compose so they play Warcraft. Career women who cannot work are creating new casseroles, accountant’s without ledgers to balance have taken up tarot reading. It’s not a writer’s block that I’m feeling, it’s the trauma of a world gone sideways. I know that this will pass, that the stores will reopen, I’ll go back to work, creativity will flow again, for all of us. But for now I’ll try to remember “the dream is like a river, ever changing as it flows, and the dreamer’s just a vessel that must follow where it goes.”

The River Garth Brooks — Cover by Clayton Smalley

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

AtoZ Challenge days 5&6 oh and What Day It It Anyway? — Coping with Covid day ???

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A to Z — Eating and Fatigue/What Day Is It Anyway?/Coping with Covid day???

OK so I officially don’t know what day it is anymore. I seem to have lost a couple of days. Well not really true but kind of, it’s Monday, I think. I suffered a fatigue collapse yesterday (yes that’s a real thing). It happens to people with various types of chronic fatigue when for one reason or another your entire system just collapses, you can’t think, you can barely move, sometimes can’t eat or even speak.

One of the blessings of this quarantine is that I have reconnected with my mad kitchen skills. When I related to friends and family the fact that we’ve not stepped foot inside a traditional grocery store in two months, the main question I got was “what do you eat?” Oats for breakfast with protein powder and frozen berries, lunch; canned salmon, low carb wrap, canned olives and vegetable soup from freeze dried vegetable mix; dinner; tempeh with red cream sauce (cream sauce with freeze dried tomato powder) and frozen vegetables, snacks have been banana chips and dried apricots (both unsweetened) with various nut butters. Yep, you can eat healthy from the pantry.  Of course, you can also binge eat all out of proportion …. but that’s a topic for another day.

It has taken me over an hour to write this so …. I’m going to go drink a cup of tea and maybe take a nap. 😉

I’m Tired — Madeline Kahn

All The Tired Horses – Bob Dylan

Til next time ~Keep your head down and your pantry full ~JPP

A to Z challenge and SOCS

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A to Z Challenge “D”
For Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “deep.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

4.4.20 deep memories

Deep Memories

“The woods are lovely, dark and deep
but I have promises to keep
and miles to go before I sleep”
~Robert Frost

Deep and dark have always equated to trouble in my lexicon. As a child, caught in an undertow, pulled out into deep water, I watched the shore slip away. I struggled to stay afloat as I fought against panic and waves. Until he was there taking me in strong arms, hooking my little arms around his neck issuing a command to “hold on” as he swam back toward the shore. Then standing in hip deep water, pulling me around to his chest and carrying me back to solid ground. The next day, he taught me to body surf and what the different surf warning flags meant. Just like always, Daddy was there. Until the day he wasn’t.

I’ve Been Watch You — Rodney Atkins

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

What Day Is It Anyway? Coping with Covid and AtoZ blogging challenge “C”

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For A to Z Blogging Challenge — “C” Coping

Coping with Quarantine

Looking out my window hoping
there’s more to life than merely coping
my nerves in need of extended doping
fingers raw from excessive soaping
with new protocols I’m still groping

but …

snow still glistens, bunnies hop
and birds still sing, never stop
it’s really not so bad a thing
simply coping with quarantine

What Day Is It Anyway? – Coping with Covid day 15

What day is it anyway? Hmmmm I’m thinking Friday? I only know this because it’s “Castle” night. Yep, we watch dvds of the series “Castle” on Friday nights and, hey I never miss Nathan Fillion. It’s quiet here, very quiet, no people out walking, no carts driving by, no snow plows. It’s almost eerie and kind of weird but we’re just taking it all in.

Castle Theme

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

A to Z Blogging Challenge and What Day Is It Anyway April 2

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A to Z Blogging Challenge – B is for Blessing
What Day Is It Anyway April 2— Coping with Covid day 14

Blessings

My life is full of blessings
even though the snow is messing
with my plans, leaving me guessing
I find my self honestly confessing
I miss the sun’s warmth caressing
though Summer heat can be oppressing
and humidity is too depressing
So I’ll cloak myself in winter’s dressing
warm and snug to contemplate my blessings

Awoke to several inches of snow this morning when a spring squall moved in. A few more inches since then. It’s been a quiet day, roads and sidewalks are slick with melting then refreezing run off. My exercise today has consisted of an indoor walking video, and shoveling the front walk twice plus a short walk to the garbage cans. Good enough.

I am reminded today that one of my goals has been to acknowledge the blessings this pandemic panic has brought my way. I gaze out my window at the snow covered trees, bushes and roads and contemplate the blessing of a warm snuggly home. I was able to pick up groceries yesterday, have ordered more on-line and have a stocked pantry to see me through until those orders arrive. Blessings, oh so many, many blessings fill my world every day, it is humbling to contemplate. Blessings to you my friends.

 

A day in the life — The Beatles

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP