Let's try this again. I can't even really remember what I said before Baby decided she was going to do a blog intervention, so I'll just start rambling and see where it takes me...
This past weekend was interesting. The instant I stepped outside on Saturday, I could feel the change in the seasons, feel the shift towards Fall. It must be the quality of the light. Perhaps the slant of it has passed a certain "tipping point" where I recognize that Summer is letting go, and moving on.
While I will miss Thunderstorms and hummingbirds (although they will both probably be here at least until month's end), Fall is always my "wake up" season. Even within the day, I am always at my best come twilight, which is to the day as Fall is to the year. I have a good feeling about this one... no particular reason that I can hold up and say, "And *this* is what I am looking forward to!", though.
Lately once again I have been discovering a central truth about the way I am built, which is, essentially, the more I get pounded on (within limits), the better I feel. Every spring for the past few years, there has come a morning when I wake up with a knot in my back that just won't go away... it's rather like someone took the muscles back there on my left shoulder, stretched them out, cut out a section, and stitched the ends back together, leaving me with muscles that are too short to cover the length they are supposed to. It takes weeks to a month for this to go back to rights, but this is no big deal- I have friends who have actual bone and nerve damage, and while my little problem can be annoying, it's just that- a little problem, really.
The funny thing is though, the one thing that makes it feel better for a few hours at a time...? Aspirin/tylenol/whatever? No. Drinking? No. Hot shower? A little, but not really. The various heating rubs? Well, somewhat, but not for very long.
No, actually it's pounding the crap out of my back with a heavy stick. For three or four hours after I do that, I feel pretty much normal, until things slowly begin to knot back up.
Go figure.
Anyway, late last year/early this year, my knee decided *it* wanted to complain,too... and stubbornly refused to get better, no matter how much I babied it. About three months ago, I finally said "To hell with *this*!" and started doing horribly high-impact things to it most mornings. Now, it feels great
In some odd way, this just *so* suits me. I like the fact that doing things that borderline hurt me, wind up healing me. I don't know if there's any deeper point to this than the one I started with, but it's... intriguing.
I'm inclined to stop here, for the time being. I am thinking about trying something different than usual on Saturday... we will see if it works out. I have some (boss-approved) freelance work and a party to attend, so time will be tight, but we will see what we can do. I'm actually looking forward more to the work, than the party...
But before I go, let's have a question. Or an experiment, call it what you will...
Take three coins(I recommend nickels), shake them well in your hand, and toss them down. Starting from the same side as the hand you shook them in (right to left if right handed, left to right if left handed), tell me- head or tails? Do it a second time, the same way, and tell me the results there, too. If you would, spoiler the results, and don't look at each other's answers until after you do your own.
I'll come back to this next week, if anyone participates.
This past weekend was interesting. The instant I stepped outside on Saturday, I could feel the change in the seasons, feel the shift towards Fall. It must be the quality of the light. Perhaps the slant of it has passed a certain "tipping point" where I recognize that Summer is letting go, and moving on.
While I will miss Thunderstorms and hummingbirds (although they will both probably be here at least until month's end), Fall is always my "wake up" season. Even within the day, I am always at my best come twilight, which is to the day as Fall is to the year. I have a good feeling about this one... no particular reason that I can hold up and say, "And *this* is what I am looking forward to!", though.
Lately once again I have been discovering a central truth about the way I am built, which is, essentially, the more I get pounded on (within limits), the better I feel. Every spring for the past few years, there has come a morning when I wake up with a knot in my back that just won't go away... it's rather like someone took the muscles back there on my left shoulder, stretched them out, cut out a section, and stitched the ends back together, leaving me with muscles that are too short to cover the length they are supposed to. It takes weeks to a month for this to go back to rights, but this is no big deal- I have friends who have actual bone and nerve damage, and while my little problem can be annoying, it's just that- a little problem, really.
The funny thing is though, the one thing that makes it feel better for a few hours at a time...? Aspirin/tylenol/whatever? No. Drinking? No. Hot shower? A little, but not really. The various heating rubs? Well, somewhat, but not for very long.
No, actually it's pounding the crap out of my back with a heavy stick. For three or four hours after I do that, I feel pretty much normal, until things slowly begin to knot back up.
Go figure.
Anyway, late last year/early this year, my knee decided *it* wanted to complain,too... and stubbornly refused to get better, no matter how much I babied it. About three months ago, I finally said "To hell with *this*!" and started doing horribly high-impact things to it most mornings. Now, it feels great
In some odd way, this just *so* suits me. I like the fact that doing things that borderline hurt me, wind up healing me. I don't know if there's any deeper point to this than the one I started with, but it's... intriguing.
I'm inclined to stop here, for the time being. I am thinking about trying something different than usual on Saturday... we will see if it works out. I have some (boss-approved) freelance work and a party to attend, so time will be tight, but we will see what we can do. I'm actually looking forward more to the work, than the party...
But before I go, let's have a question. Or an experiment, call it what you will...
Take three coins(I recommend nickels), shake them well in your hand, and toss them down. Starting from the same side as the hand you shook them in (right to left if right handed, left to right if left handed), tell me- head or tails? Do it a second time, the same way, and tell me the results there, too. If you would, spoiler the results, and don't look at each other's answers until after you do your own.
I'll come back to this next week, if anyone participates.
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Thank you for the edit