Kristian over at talesfromthemindofkristian nominated me for the Sunshine Blogger award. Thank you Kristian. Here’s the thing, I’m not really doing awards right now due to health issues and time constraints, but the questions are great fun so …. I’m answering the questions and invite anybody who enjoys this kind of thing to answer them as well. There, you’re nominated, all of you. 😉
1. Use the sunshine blogger award logo
2. Give thanks to the blogger that nominated you
3. Answer the 11 questions given to you
4. Nominate 11 other bloggers and ask them 11 questions
The Questions to my nominees:
- What is your theory on the point of existence?
And harm ye none, do what ye will. Live, enjoy, have fun, don’t hurt people. Continue reading “Sunshine Blogger Award Nomination”
I found a butterfly a couple of days ago. The first of the season. She sat on the driveway behind my car. I was worried that she might have been injured and I wanted to help her, to pick her gently up and put her on a bush where she might find better protection and food. But I didn’t. I left her alone and in a few minutes, she flew away.
Which reminded me of a story. Continue reading “Spoonie Sunday – The Art of Struggle”
Greetings fellow spoonies, friends of spoonies, and not really spoonies. If you’re not acquainted with what a spoonie is, here’s an explanation from the big book of wikipedia: What is a Spoonie
Today finds me in a place I love, but coming down with a cold. When you’re a spoonie, even a mostly recovered, no longer in danger of hospitalization spoonie, there is always a ghost in the machine. The specter of chronic disease haunts our daily lives. Today is about as much rest and care as possible because in two days I will begin the trek back “home” to finish out the worst of winter and pick up our RV before making yet ANOTHER trip back up to SD for the summer. Continue reading “Spoonie Saturday – What Color is Your Spoon?”
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “yawn.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the word “yawn,” when you sit down to write your post. Enjoy!
Yawn. Yawn, stretch, yawn. Slap cheezits out of alarm clock when it revives from it’s snooze. Sit up on the edge of the bed, stretch waaaaay up high, yawn. Think about pulling covers over head, yawn. Sniff, sniff, ummmmmm, coffee brewing. Cast off covers and shuffle into the kitchen. Perfectly brewed cup of morning magic is thrust into my eager hands. I lift the cup to my face and inhale deeply, ahhhhh. Java, nectar of the gods. I take that first sip and feel the warmth begin to thaw my sleep frozen brain. The second sip starts the heart pumping, within a few minutes I’m ready to hit the yoga mat. Standing in tadasana, I stretch up, up, up and … yawn.
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
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Queenstown is the Extreme Sports capital of New Zealand, probably of the world. Name an extreme sport and chances are if it’s not readily available, they can arrange it for you. So what do two, non-sports (much less extreme sports) oriented older people do in Queenstown? We’ve taken the bus into “The Remarkables” shopping area, wandered the town’s back streets and lakeside neighborhoods. We’ve walked along the lake and stopped for tea and scones at a wonderful little coffee shop or two. Been revitalized at the Hilton’s wonderful spa. For our final day of wanderings, we set back across Lake Wakatipu to the Queenstown docks and the Queenstown Gardens. Continue reading “Wide Eyed Wanderings — Queenstown Gardens, New Zealand”
Today we’re off on the “Million Dollar Cruise” of Lake Wakatipu. Our hotel lies across the lake from Queenstown on the Frankton arm, near where the lakes drains into the Kawarau River. We catch the water taxi at the hotel dock to the Queenstown waterfront. There is no market today and with less crowds there is more time to enjoy the waterfront itself. We linger for a bit enjoying the sites and some found poetry. Continue reading “Lake Wakatipu, Queenstown, NZ”
Fandango has another of those wonderful provocative questions this week.
When was the last time you did something for the very first time? What was it that you did?
Hmmm, this is pondersome. I really don’t want to go back to the 50’s when I started walking or even the 70’s when I became a mother, although those were both definitely “firsts.” Every time I think “oh yeah there was the very first time I …” right on the heels of the thought comes the “oh wait, I did something like that before.” So just for the sake of argument and my sanity, I’m going to just go with this.
Continue reading “Fandango’s Provocative Question # 8”
As a spoonie, there are days, you know those days. Those days when all you can do is drag yourself out of bed, every joint and muscle complaining all along the way. Slug down a couple of Aleve and soldier on. Limping your way into the kitchen. Where all of a sudden your sweet partner (Superhubs here) hands you a cup of beautifully brewed espresso, americano to be specific. The aroma wafts up to your nose and then connects to your brain and you feel … better. Not great, but maybe not quite dead yet. Then he smiles and says “coffee makes everything better.” Yeah, it does. Powers above, grant me coffee to change the things I can and music for the things I can’t. Grab my phone, queue up the “pump me up” play list, do some yoga, sipping the elixir of the gods, aka coffee, between poses. Better, much, much better.
I know that sometimes it’s not enough, the disease gets the better of us in spite of our best efforts. But, for me at least, a lot of the time, a couple Aleve, a good cup of coffee (or 3), some great music, a little movement and a loving gesture can make all the difference. Have a happy Saturday.
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Fandango asks another great provocative question this week.
“Is technological advancement a net positive or a net negative?”
*insert big shrug here* — dunno. Depends on your perception I suppose. Part of me (the nostalgic really old part) wants to say something sage like “things were so much slower and less stressful before all this technology came out.” But honestly, I’m not sure it’s all that true. Continue reading “Fandango’s Provocative Question # 6”
I have a confession to make. I’m one of those “not Christmas” people. I say happy holidays because I realize not everyone celebrates Christmas. To be completely honest, in many ways I loathe the entire season. The crowds, the traffic, the crabby frenetic atmosphere that pervades every trip outside of my home. The aura of demand and entitlement is pervasive and more than a little overwhelming. When approaching anything remotely resembling a mall I tend to whisper a small prayer under my breath, or perhaps it’s really a curse, I’m not sure. “By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.” Yeah, I know freaky right? I’m really just not a fan of what Christmas has become, the over commercialized, neon lighted, fake sparkle, animated angels, huge inflatable snowmen, stress riddled, greed laden “holiday” that we call Christmas.
Continue reading “Christmas is Coming”