Today is a 2 handkerchief day! This “enhanced cold” that I have is in my sinuses and driving me batty.                The snow has stopped so I should be outside shoveling the walks, to say nothing of the driveway to get my car out. While all the work is great exercise our weather this winter here on the American prairie has been so very cold since  November- longer and fiercer than any winter since I’ve been here. It’s colder here than in my daughter’s western Montana town this winter. She says they have no snow on the ground there, an oddity for them. Go figure. elf house

During lunch I read another few pages from a very inspiring little book,*  yet somehow it has taken me weeks to get this far. Perhaps similar to savoring a good taste? Then there’s the advice my daughter gave during a phone call this morning.   She recommends I try something called oil pulling, to clear out the infection. Swish your mouth with coconut oil, she told me, and get it all around your teeth and as far back to your tonsils as you can. Keep it rolling around your mouth for a long time. Don’t swallow it, but spit it out when you’re done… Oh yeah, like that’s going to happen. Just the thought of it makes me gag.

So it has been a “mixed-bag” day already. What I want to do is sit on the sofa and knit to the accompaniment of another installment in one of the 3 shows*  I’m currently watching. Not that any are current, but a good mystery is good no matter when it was filmed or shown. I don’t want to feel guilty for being “lazy” this afternoon- a continuation of half of yesterday’s activity [knitting while watching television shows over Internet]. So I’m calling it; preserving my energy for when it is needed. I told my other daughter yesterday in a phone call,when she pronounced her guilt for being out of touch with someone dear, who has died in the last week— guilt is useless. It is a negative. It doesn’t make anything change. It doesn’t make you feel better. I told her instead to take what she feels/felt toward her second mom, and give it to others in her life. A type of “paying it forward.” Unravelling

The house is quiet since my son left for about 4 hours; lunch, movie and browsing the book store with a caregiver. His leaving was loud; he yelled about not having his house key and unfortunately I yelled back that I knew it was upstairs [in his lair]. He yelled he’d left his fanny pack at Katie’s house [another caregiver], and I yelled back, well you know. So it went. I threw up my hands and told him to find a way into the house later. Of course that will be me opening the door. Sigh. He is 31 and aging fast, almost catching up to me with his forgetfulness and getting off topic so frequently. Folks with Down syndrome age faster than non-Downs population. I’m told to consider him 31 + about 15 to 20 years. If that isn’t weird, I don’t know what is. We’re like 2 turtles in their slow pokey way making it to a finish line that holds no reward because it was forgotten during the lengthy journey.

Here is where I stop. Off to my afternoon entertainment. Enjoy your day! Lauren

**Okay, okay, here’s the info: The book I’m reading is called 365 Thank Yous by John Kralik, the tv shows are Hercule Poirot [Agatha Christie], A Touch of Frost, and Jack Taylor. The saying on card is this; Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts. By Oliver Wendell Holmes.


val09sntra3 Feb. 2009

In the past I’ve dealt with depression by myself. People have said; why don’t you take something for it?

I follow my own counsel on the matter. Perhaps it takes me longer to find my even keel, but I like being in control of my health, or lack of it.

This morning I pulled the curtains open to receive the full benefit of the sun shining in, though it was -3 degrees sometime overnight. I love that about living here–having so much sun, even when the cold is penetrating to the bone. You see, one of my own prescriptions is savoring the sunlight.

Our kitten is sleeping on the throw rug close to the shaft of light coming in. She’s another part of my daily tonic; loving her is warming, internally, and makes me feel good. I gave my middle son a big hug today too. Despite that he needed to talk to me when I was on the phone with my closest friend here in Iowa… So often his behavior, at 26 and with his Down Syndrome is similar to a younger child’s antics. I try to deal from a place of patience, but I can tell you at times it’s difficult. Today I told him to wait ’til I was done, and turned my back. He took the visual prompt, I finished my conversation.

Nate and I sing in the car because  we really, really enjoy singing, and there’s no one to “boo” at us. Bread-making days are good ones too. Feeling happy through the senses; touch, taste, sight (one of the cards I made in last few days is above), sound.

Each day I find so many reasons to be glad for what I have, instead of seeing the glass as half-empty. When I use a saying for my collages, it’s because I like what it says, and want to pass it on. Today’s says: “Love one another–I mean really love. If you don’t know the guy on the other side of the world, love him anyway because he’s just like you.” by Frank Sinatra.

And humor…laughter is the best medicine they say. So I’ll share some funny quotes I’m using this year on Valentine’s Day cards I’m making to sell. Here goes:

“Go ahead and marry. If you get a good spouse you’ll be happy; if you get a bad one, you’ll become a philosopher.” by Socrates

“It does not matter what you do in the bedroom as long as you do not do it in the street and frighten the horses.” by Mrs. Patrick Campbell

“True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.” by Erich Segal

I’ll leave you one more from a writer who’s books I’ve enjoyed, who spoke so eloquently about love. “Happiness and love are just a choice away.” by Leo Buscaglia.

Here’s hoping we all make good choices!