Life After Facebook

It is SO nice, here in Portland, to get out of the house without snow, ice, freezing rain, slush, flooding, temps in the teens and the Apocalyptic Horsemen greeting us anymore as they had on a daily basis. Horsemen can be a little temperamental, I tell ya!

Life without Facebook is delightful. I am focused on my school work and instruments (which means, I have probably found more instruments 🙂 I am still on FB Messenger and I quickly scan notifications, but the rest of Facebook is merrily scrolling by without me.

And now for the must-have item!! Not only is the Heartland Carbon Fiber Harp super light, but it can be sterilized between patient rooms in the hospital. My goal is to be a Certified Clinical Musician through the Harp for Healing program. This harp is crazy expensive though. It will work out somehow.

Self-Amusement

1) Drive down the middle of the road, through slush, to get to the hammer dulcimer teacher’s house. Have a fun lesson.

2) Eat at Veggie Grill – YUM.

3) Go to JoAnn’s Fabrics. Buy 4 small felt squares and 2 pounds of polyfill. Those are going to be some mighty stuffed teddy bears!

4) Come home and resurrect clawhammer banjo playing and remember how much I LOVE it! See below.

5) Put on heart monitor. Open app on phone. Run up and down stairs like a maniac. Bounce on mini trampoline like a maniac. Heart rate feels like it’s way up there but it’s not. My resting heart rate is 47-52. Burn 77 calories in 10 minutes. Go back to the (incredibly rare, almost never watch) mindless TV. Stellar day. The snow and ice that turned into slush is now, with the rain, turning into flooding.

 

 

Patience

Patience = tuning 46 strings on my hammer dulcimer (the smallest model), and then having to go back and tune them all again, right away. They haven’t liked this Portland weather either.

Barring any infestation by locusts, I assume Portland schools will finally be a “go” again. Moms around town are doing a happy dance right now. They get awards for endless patience!

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Like Coffee for Blood

That’s a play on the title “Like Water for Chocolate”; a movie.

I recently saw an ad that promised a 12 oz.bag of coffee to folks who come in to donate blood to BloodworksNW – a group that has been around for 75 years. The blood they collect goes to Oregon, Washington and Alaska – probably even to the Children’s Hospital where I volunteer every week. Whereas the Red Cross specializes in disaster relief, BloodworksNW specializes in research into blood diseases and such. Well – not one to turn down free coffee, I donated today for the first time in over 10 years!! I was fairly woozy for several hours afterwards due to hunger and dehydration, but I’m bouncing back. That was my service project for MLK Day. Coffee – yum. 🙂

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Up to Zero

The temps are finally up to freezing (which would be zero in Celsius) here in Lake Oswego. I never thought I’d be excited about getting UP to freezing, especially since my best operating temperature is 70-110 degrees F 🙂 Walking around the neighborhood required 3 gaits – normal for dry pavement, slightly guarded for packed snow, and a low center of gravity and creeping for sheets of ice. In areas where the plow had been, the snow was piled up to the height of my hip. This craziness should be finished by Tuesday – YAY!!

(Addendum: Freezing rain on the way and kiddos on their 9th snow day from school.)

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Mindfulness

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Monster Drink Icicle

All those years of driving up Mt. Hood to go snowboarding – often by myself – have paid off. I made it through some gnarly driving conditions today, on ice and snow, with no chains or special tires and did fine – as long as people weren’t right up on my rumpus. But these conditions cause us to be mindful of so many things we take for granted. Yay for slowing down and enjoying the scenery (even though I almost got hopelessly stuck in one intersection and the parking lot at the grocery store was a complete ICE rink). Snowmageddon, 2017. It’s been lovely but I’m ready for summer.

Enough!

Jetzt langt Es.

That’s German for “that’s enough”. Or in current Portland speak, enough with this ice and snow and crazy cold temps already.

Wow – it has been over a year since I last posted. Because I got caught up in the shiny, can’t stay away, sound byte world of Facebook. Aber – jetzt langt Es! I want to write complete sentences – and not keep up with pop news,  or learn which baby figured out how to use the potty (which would be poop news) or see what people ate for lunch. As gripping as all that is, it’s time I got on with my school program and crafts business.

More on that soon. But for now – it is enough.

 

 

 

Knit A Square

Now that we are past the shortest day of the year, I finally need to post again about hope, opportunities, more daylight (well – it’s been super soggy in Oregon, but July 5th is right around the corner!! 🙂

Watch this video and join me if you so desire. I crochet – don’t knit – but here’s to something awesome!! I would adopt every child if I was there where this video was shot.

 

Better…

After 9 days of kidney stones and a bad fall onto a concrete sidewalk, and all this by myself – and after today’s challenges – sometimes life just becomes too much. I’m not one for wanting the spotlight; some people love it.

But after venting and crying and getting it out – things are much better.

Ahhh. Alrighty then. Let’s try this again. Life – at ease, soldier!

How to help someone who is having a super bad day

For lack of a better identifier, I will lump any big upset or transition into a SPD – a super bad day. This may be a new diagnosis, a recent break up, pain or illness, a car accident etc. Our trained inclination is to say 2 or 3 standard phrases. “Are you ok? Let me know if there is something I can do for you. I had the same thing happen a while back”. Please – as kindly as that is intended, don’t ever say those things.

In milder cases, the person doesn’t need you to DO anything. They need your reassurance!! Phrases such as, “I’m thinking of you. I love you. I care about you. I will be here with you through this. Do you want to tell me what happened?”, goes a million miles towards truly supporting the person. By definition, the person is not “ok”.

For more intense situations, especially if the person is sobbing heavily and/or hard to understand – ask specific questions such as, “Are you in danger? Are you in a lot of pain? Are you bleeding? Do you just need someone to listen right now?”. They will let you know. If they seem confused or don’t know what they need – see the next paragraph.

Let’s talk about SHOCK, FEAR AND PAIN. People become disoriented and often cannot make decisions. They may need some guidance. “Do you need me to drive you to the ER? Is your car out of the road?”. Concrete questions are good.

Know that everyone handles shock, fear and pain differently. Some people become stoic. Some joke. Some are very confused. Some lash out. Their response is NOT ABOUT YOU!!!! It is about them and their descent into an altered state that is scary and confusing.

Do not take it personally if the person rejects your help. When they are more settled, offer concrete things. “I’m happy to sit with you. I can bring you some groceries. I can wait with you for the tow truck”. MOST often, people need reassurance and company.

Lastly, as tempting as it is to find common ground – and I’ve been guilty of this even knowing better by having been on the other side – do NOT bring up your situation. The person with the SPD can barely keep it together themselves. It really doesn’t help, in the crisis moment, to hear you went through the same thing. Maybe down the road they might want to hear about your accident, miscarriage, chemo etc. Now is NOT the time.

And above all – even if you stumble all over yourself and say every wrong thing in the book – presence by a genuinely caring person beats isolation ANY day of the week. So many people have disappeared during my worst times because they didn’t know what to say or they didn’t want to remind me, for example, that my brother was gone. Just “I care” solves all that. No clever words needed. And trust me – no one forgets that they’ve lost a loved one, or that they have cancer, or that they are suddenly single. It is ALL consuming at times.

Remember the Golden Rule and you can’t go wrong.

Provisions for my Super Bad Week!!!

Provisions for my Super Bad Week!!!