I prefer to visit houses that have animals or children in them, of course humans too, this means I might get a hot beverage. This weekend I was reunited with my brother’s cohabiters. We bonded. But I didn’t feed them so it was brief. Spanning pan dimensions requires the intake of lots of fuel after all (and naps, preferably in the sun) so they aren’t being rude when they ask for food, just expedient.
I am at a crossroads in the my life so what do I do? I get a job as a crossing guard.
Thursday I get my I.D. badge etc. I am confident and have the a.o.k. from the neurologist. No migraine in three months (a first in my lifetime). I need the income and the city needs crossing guards. It will mean covering a whole division but it is in my daughters area so if I need a pit stop I won’t have to come all the way home. It’s a better area than where I live. I live in the place where there is largely inadequate transit, and really long distances between libraries, coffee shops and places where one can hang out between shifts, important on those cold winter days.
I am looking forward to it. I can bring my hand sewing with me and work on it in between morning, noon and afterschool shifts. I am doing a lot of applique stuff right now.
I get training but in the meantime I am practicing in front of the mirror.
No excuses. Well, I might have a migraine coming because just the way that sentence sounds makes me giggle. Inappropriate giggling is one of the signs of impending migraine and also why I don’t drink wine.
And, yes I have to read everything I write out loud, or moving my lips. I have always done this. It is particularly difficult when I have never heard a certain word pronounced out loud but have read it often. I read a lot. But I don’t read particularly well.
Perhaps you now understand why I am re-blogging my blog. https://quiltingismyaddiction.wordpress.com
Okay it is funny. Just switch the first letter or first two letters of blogging and blog with a different letter…never mind. I can’t seem to link to it. Oh well, you can see a bit of what I am up to, if you care to visit my other site, now that my brain is totally addled. 🙂
Unfortunately, on the days I am not dizzy I am too busy catching up on the things I can’t do when I am. (not)
Oddly, I can blog when I am dizzier than a drunken sailor. Go Figure.
So until I can get a loaner brain I am hanging out with babies and family pets and avoiding complex questions, like, do I need to wear clothes? The last time I felt this confounded I had recently fallen on my face metaphorically, I won’t expand on the subject, suffice to say, falling on your face can take time to get over, even when its metaphorically.
I could however ride my bike, not a metaphorical or even a stationary one like those being ridden by the spin class behind me in my heading picture, but a REAL bicycle and so my youngest and I rode around Ottawa taking in all the great parks and canals and free stuff that our wonderful capital city provides. After riding until we felt tired we would get off our bikes, lie on the grass and slurp on some box juices and watch the clouds.
There is a wonderful state under a big sky when you feel as if you are falling, or flying or floating. And nothing moves in your mind faster than the clouds, in fact it almost seems you are thinking the clouds.
This is Wilf. He is six months old. I think he noticed the same thing.
Which brings me to the Tai Chi movement, move hands like clouds. I am still sitting zazen, but I am finding tai chi helps the most. After doing a short set in the morning I can move my head from side to side without feeling dizzy. When I was studying Tai Chi with a group in Ottawa I met many people, including a man who had been severely brain injured by a drunk driver, who found Tai Chi good for their brains.
I have an overdue library book. Unfortunately I can’t find it. I couldn’t even remember what the name of it was. I usually just scoop up three or four paper backs at a time at random; it is the only way for me to overcome a bias that ends with me reading the same type of books (and even the same book) over and over and never EXPANDING MY MIND.
I asked the librarian what the name of the book I seem to have lost is, get this, it’s title is:
LOST AND FOUND IN PRAGUE.
Is that funny? Should I move to Prague? Besides now having literally fallen on my face, this new phase of my life is seeming all too literal!
Change and feeling slightly nauseous. Okay, even reading that line makes me feel slightly nauseous.
I do know it never changes! Ha, yes the only thing that never changes is that feeling of being slightly nauseous when confronted with change. It is when expectation and fantasy come up against memory and oh, I don’t know, a whole bunch of stuff I have to do and it’s going to be awful.
However, I don’t think it lasts as long as it used to and it deters me less.
That’s good right?