Haiku Bones-Sleep

Regeneration's
Implied promised energy
Restore-renew, sleep

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Six word Saturday

Go for the highnotes like Oliver.

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  I'm working and listening to Oliver practice a song he's working on-he's trying different notes and melodies.
I love that bird-he, like most parrots is not very good at high notes or long notes-but he keeps trying and trying.  He wants to get it right, and usually he does.  Then he laughs with delight.

It is so easy to be good at what you are already good at-but the real victory comes in going for the highnotes and succeeding.

My very grown up and handsome Moon Dog.

It this the Tipping Point?

Made it ALL day yesterday without picking up anything weighing more than 5 pounds.  My mom snorted at this-but YOU try it.  I don't consider myself a really active person either-but 5 pounds is not that heavy.  I bet a gallon of milk weighs 5 pounds. 

Then I goofed and drank fully leaded and decaf so I listened to good music till 4 am and tried not to fret.

Right now I like Grooveshark.  I have a portable Sirius radio I haven't set up yet.  Resetting the car radio (before the ban on cussing) was a chore.  I may try to calmly set it up today.  I am down another 4.00 from yesterday.

I love Atlantic City by Bruce Springstein.  It's artistry, the repetition and phrasing conveys the perfect sense of desperation-no wonder it was a hit for the Boss.  But as I listened and played video games-I kept wondering-"If the Boss called, would you meet him Atlantic City?"

Of course I wouldn't now, but even as a young foolish lass, I would not have followed a clearly desperate man on an illegal venture.  I have jumped into a burning van and pulled a man I loved out-no qualms about death or injury.  But breaking the law?  Nah.  I am just so NOT a desperado and never have been.

Oh, there was a point about a tipping point.  My point about that point is that I am now able to think about silly things right now and not how badly my leg hurts when it will stop hurting and what this all means.  It means I fell off a horse and got the flu.

It probably means if I ride again I should use stirrups and not leave my helmet in the locker.  (looking the other way and whistling.....)  So, the tipping point isn't tipping me into a new dimension, just back to the one I tipped out of a month ago.

What that means is the world just goes on anyway.

Groin Groin Groin!

For weeks I wasn't even sure women had groins, but we do and mine hurts.  Back is pretty much unspasmed and decompressed.  Hip-check, back on line.  Groin, not so much.

I am having a terrible time being compliant with the non lifting.  I actually enjoy the stretches I do-I've always liked stretching-you don't get sweaty and it feels good.  I've had numerous laproscopic belly surgeries, and never busted a stitch or a hernia because I didn't lift anything over 5 pounds first week, 10 pounds for several weeks after.  I'm good at following simple directions.  Until now.

For one thing, I don't have the threat, even imagined, of guts flying eveywhere if I don't comply.  Two, I've already been confined for a little over a month.  Three, unlike belly surgery which hurts pretty much all the time, then fades, the quits and viola-you can lift again-THIS little jewel doesn't hurt until YOU lift.  It's sneaky.  SNEAKY I tell you.

The way the muscle works is pretty standard.  For the first couple of weeks my leg had to stay straight.  I sleep on my back with my legs twined and crossed the way most legs would never go-so this was very hard for me.  Crossing my legs again was quite relief.

I've walked out the walking muscles-I can stay up to do pretty much any household chore and can string together several now.  I can go to the grocery.  Carrying them in is where the trouble starts.  The last 40 pound bag of dog food put me on my back for two days.

So, I am declaring a lifting hiatus of one week starting today-which is really tomorrow for me cause I'm writing this on Tuesday but I've already lifted something I shouldn't have.  And it was sneaky-because I didn't know it was heavy.

Part of my declutter project involves lots and lots of paper-paper is heavy.  BUT, tadaaa-I could just put the stuff I want to throw out in bags, and deal with the bags later.  Some day I'll be able to carry out a lot of bags and wow, won't that be great?  Can you tell I'm really trying hard to work within the boundaries my body has set for me?

For the clutter issue-this may actually be good-instead of doing it the way I think it should be done or not at all-I am doing it any way I can.  If I try really hard, I could even generate the same enthusiasm I did for building the makeshift toilet.

A note about that for future reference.  I started with a bag lined box-because the box was narrower than the bucket and I didn't have to spread my legs as far-this was back in the days described above.  For some reason-it had to have a bag and it had to have a receptacle.  As I dismantled and cleaned, I realized-had I just used a bag, I wouldn't have had to spread my poor legs much at all.  So much for thinking outside the BOX...........ok, that makes me laugh out loud!  (sorry if that was too much KJ-it makes me giggle too much to delete it)

OK, GRATUITOUS PRISS POST.

The Big 50

First I have to acknowledge it-then I've got to figure out what it all means.  Hah-that would take another 50 years.

My plan for some time was to cage dive with a Great White Shark ON my birthday.  Now, I'm not so sure.  It's not a fear thing-it's a dollar thing.  The dive at the Farallons-where the big pregnant girls are-would be cold as all get out.  I cannot convey with words how much I loathe being cold.

Guadalupe is a week long event.  Cool, yes, expensive, OH MY.  No one I know would get in the water with me, and no one I know would actual go on the boat, so I am not sure that bobbing around the ocean with strangers is how I want to celebrate my 50th-and the sharks are the males who are smaller and inferior.

Lately I've figured out dreams don't always work out-we know I'm slow.  So, I've been amusing myself with alternative celebrations and combinations.  I could go on a topside voyage to the Farallons  and watch the sharks swim around other people while I wore a coat and took pictures.  If I did that-I could also take a decent road trip this summer WITH my border collies.  I have friends who have expressed interest in part of the trip.

At the time the shark dream started, tourism hadn't happened, and people rarely saw them.  It was the rare factor.  Now anyone with a plane ticket and 400 bucks can see one.  Lots of people do-it's still not common perhaps, but not RARE.

On the other hand, seeing prairies and mountains and sheep and bison and all manner of things through the eyes of Moon, Molly and Solo-that can only be accomplished by me.  And even if I share it with pictures and words, it is still implied that I did it-ME. 

I've never thought in terms of a birthday being about me before.  I told you I was slow.

And then it all Changed

For grins, I went back to my last post before it all caved in.  On January the 24 I was worried about nutrition, clutter and talking about upcoming trips.

On January 25, Prissy got terribly ill and I fell off my horse and ended up at the ER.  That was a long day, it's past and no sense in wasting space with it now.  I was up and around on the 26th, on the 27th I woke up with a flu that got incredibly and rapidly worse as the day progressed.  A blizzard started and I was snowed in for a week with the flu, no working toilet and very limited mobility.

Some days it took me all day until 10 or 11 pm, to feed the dogs and myself.  When you are snowed in, you are on your own with what you have available.  When we ran out of dog food (it was frozen in the car) we started on lean meats from the freezer.  The dogs were ok with this program.

I lost a couple of snakes during that time-a virus has been going through my colony and there is nothing I can do to stop it.  I lost a friend who was a young mother.  We did not, thankfully, lose power-my plan was just to go to sleep and die along with the animals-I had no energy to do anything else.

It's been a long road back and I'm still not there yet-but am moving in the right direction.  I can move around more easily now, stay up for longer times.  The Westminster Dog show was the first television show I was able to watch in over a month-sitting is still not the easiest thing to do.

Sometimes I get tired of explaining why "it's taking so long" to heal.  I'm going to be fifty-I fell from a height that is taller than my head.  Nothing broke-a lot of things got really banged up and bruised.  If you think YOU could do better, climb up to about 5 feet 7 inches and do a flop more or less straight down on your bottom.  Then get back to me.  Oh, and run 100 and something fever for several days, shaking and shivering on those sore muscles and don't eat for a week or so.  See how that works for you....LOL.

More and more I get amazed at how even older people in our society think there should be a pill or a treatment that is an instant cure.  We really have gotten completely out of touch with our bodies and how they work.  That statement includes me.  I've learned more about my buttocks and pelvic girdle than I ever knew existed.  I didn't quite realize that extent of the muscles that lurk there until they all got tied up in knots

Of course, we all know I'm getting better now as I'm willing to talk about it.  Being sick or injured always drives me deep inside.  I have some ideas why that might be-but it really doesn't matter in the scheme of things.

While perched on my heating pad, I've distracted myself with taking stock of things.  Some of those things are not pleasant to take stock of-but I am keeping my eyes open as I always do and will push through.

I'm going to set this to post on Monday-I like my haiku and I don't want to take away from it.  Priorities.