A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings, while incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves. No wonder the hills and groves were God’s first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself. ~John Muir
Really excited about the upgrade. Love the new sleek and shiny look and it feels so good!
I’ll be hurting tonite, though. Getting a new leg is far harder than breaking in a new pair of shoes. It’s like hiking 20 miles in new stiff hiking boots that go all the way up to your crotch (not complaining, though–happy, happy, happy).
For the past few weeks/months I’ve been eking away at some projects, step by-step:
–creating an exercise habit. I’ve been working out 6 days/week since early September. It’s not always easy to fit in and I don’t always enjoy the effort, but I love how important it’s become in my life and how good I’m feeling these days.
–reconnecting with an old favorite activity, canoeing, as I learn how how to paddle outrigger-style. A friend’s been taking me out on the Back Bay periodically through the holidays and I’ve decided to join a team so I can train more intensely and race. I can’t believe that I’m nearly 40 and I’ve just joined up with a new team sport. It’s amazing the places this journey of my life takes me.
–getting a spiffy new c-leg because mine’s an old out-of-warranty model. I had various fittings over the past 2 months and if all goes well I’ll have it in hand (or rather, on foot) Friday morning. This one will have a remote control. I kid you not. And no way am I telling my teenage kids where I’m hiding that little gizmo (no replay of “The Wrong Trousers” happening around here, I say)
–working diligently on my academic projects, including the first final draft of the diphtheria chapter for my dissertation. It’s a love/hate thing: love the process of history-making, hate that my intentions are always loftier than what emerges on the page. I love/hate diphtheria, too–love learning about the disease (fascinating stuff, that), hate the sorrow and horror of lives lost to it.
–finding novels again. For awhile I’d given them up, having grown weary of reading (not an unimaginable thing when you realize that I digest 4-10 books/week for my “work”). While in NYC I discovered books all over again. The joy! I’ve been coming home with a stack of novels from the library each week and am simply devouring them. I allow myself to read in that space of time after the daily work is done and I’m not quite yet ready for sleep. I just finished _The Blind Assassin_ and started _Arrowsmith_ last night.
How about you, what steps have you been taking lately?
If, when you saw a posting on Freecycle for 12(!) rosebushes, you realized that they were just calling your name…“Jana,” they said…and you thought to yourself just how much those rosebushes would cost and just how much you would enjoy them, you probably didn’t think twice before you told that person that you could pick them up on Saturday and then told yourself that despite the rain you could surely dig 12 deep holes in your garden for those bushes this weekend.
And you may have even thought twice about this ridiculous project when you realized that the rosebushes were ancient, with ginormous (20-40lb) rootballs and you knew that you would be doing much of the toting yourself…to the car…to the garden….to finding exactly the right spot within the garden. And not to mention those holes that would need digging.
And if this is you, you really meant it when you told your son how glad you were that he was now a teenager, because he could lift the bushes even better than you. And you are singing the praises of leather gloves after blood running down your arms from those thorns(!). But you have just finished hole #8 and have just three more to go tomorrow (#12 rosebush went to a friend) and you…you have no regrets at all.
A day or two ago my lower leg started turning red hot and swollen. I think, now, that it’s just the result of a spider bite, but is it any wonder that I’ve found it pretty hard to sleep for the past couple of nights?
Note: pic above was taken in May of last year, about a month after the injury that resulted in my 6-month encounter with an antibiotic-resistant infection