Friday, September 29, 2017

A Mental Health Agenda, Part Three

I stepped away from watching/or listening to the news.  I read it instead.  When I see something, my reaction is more visceral, so there you are.

In fact, I've stepped away from TV in general except for games--mostly baseball, some football.
The thing about baseball is that it's leisurely and steady with occasional bursts of excitement.  That's why a lot of people think it's boring.  I, on the other hand, find it soothing.

Ken Cannon is a huge baseball fan, but he's not particularly interested in a game unless the Cubs are playing.  I, on the other hand, have the MLB channel on all day long.  I call it my Baseball Muzak channel.  Following what happens isn't really even the point for me.  I just like the soundtrack of summer in my house.

Thursday, September 28, 2017

A Mental Health Agenda, Part Two

Here's another part of the plan.  I'm trying to sit under my lamp in the morning.  I've told this story before, but when I mentioned to my friend Becky many years ago that I was sitting under the lamp in the morning to trick my brain into thinking the days were longer and lighter, she responded, "If that works, then the brain must be a very stupid organ."

The older I get, the more I think she's right.  The brain can be a very stupid organ, indeed.

Meanwhile I call this activity "going to Arizona" where I knit or read for twenty minutes as dawn breaks.

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

A Mental Health Agenda, Part One

Because fall can be a bad time for me--and because this fall seems fraught with the potential for slipping down the rabbit hole--I made up a mental health agenda for me to follow.

So one of the things I've decided to do is to periodically visit the yoga studio where my former teacher runs an hour long meditation session.  I went last night and it did occur to me as we were doing the walking meditation that we all looked like extras on the set of "The Walking Dead."


I did feel peaceful when I walked out of the door and into the evening where I was alive to the sounds of everything.

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Only One Thought

Here it is:  I wish our president was a grownup.

Monday, September 25, 2017

Hearing what you want to hear

So my neighbor Kathy has me going to Jazzercise with her now, which is a good thing.  It's kind of like drill team for seniors, although not everybody there is over the age of 60.  And the ones who are over 60 are excellent at busting out sexy dance moves, so I'm happy to be in their company.

But here's what happened to me today.  Every time our instructor said "lunge," I thought she was shouting "lunch!"  Which made me hungry even though it was only 6:30 in the morning.  Apparently I like hearing about food.  Lunch in particular.

I am looking forward to lunch today.  I think TRQ is coming up from Provo so yes.  Eating will be involved.