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Don’t Share

In this world of social media, in this world of sharing our every thought, our every reaction, what we eat, what we don’t eat, what we like, what we don’t like, and every breath and every everything, I still believe that there are some things that don’t need to be shared.

Ahhh, I’m sure you all think I mean politics or religion or guns or all the OTHER things that I skip over in my various social media feeds. You’d be wrong.

One of my contacts just posted (with photos) that she is starting a 5 day juice cleanse. Instead of eating her veggies she’ll be drinking them with a whole lot more water.

I rebel and protest. This is really the kind of thing that gets you blocked.

#TMI #TMI #TMI #TMI #TMI #STFU

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Identity Crisis

If you have known me awhile, or read this blog back in its early days, you know that I have several defining traits. I like shoes. BIG TIME like shoes. One could even say I adore shoes. You could even call me the Imelda Marcos of SL/NJ.

I also love to read. Waaaaay back in the dark ages before kindles and ebooks and the internet, I would frequent the book stores on my lunch hour and buy and buy and buy books. Paperbacks, hardbacks, authors I knew, authors I didn’t know. Books. I was always reading. It’s a family trait. Time for a little reminiscing. When my sister and I were young ‘uns, there was a bathroom in the basement of the house. The basement was totally icky. Really icky. Bugs. Spiders. Those horrible hundred-legger thingies. Dark with naked light bulbs with strings for on/off. My father asked us what he could do to get us to use the bathroom in the basement. We conferred and came back and said: put in bookshelves. He didn’t and we continued to not use that bathroom. *grin* Books & reading. That’s my pleasure. We’d go to the beach for a week in the summer and I’d bring 14-16 books with me and finish them all.

This next trait may be less well known, or maybe I’m kidding myself. 🙂 I push myself hard. I like working out. I subscribe to the “no pain no gain” mantra. I know there are pictures of Ahuva on the treadmill here in this blog. I have a treadmill, rowing machine, bicycle and free weights in my basement (which is NOT dark and icky and DOES have bookshelves). I love my rowing machine and treadmill. My treadmill is fairly new – only 3 years now, and it has a zillion trendy features. For years my friend tried to get me to do yoga (she’s a yoga instructor) and then my sister took it up and loved it. My sister got me to go to a stretch class last year. The class was great even though they were “sneaking” yoga moves into it. But yoga is NOT for me. I DID try it once and it did NOTHING for me. I always sneered and said not my thing – it has to HURT to be good. Run. Weights. Row. Core. Sweat sweat sweat.

I don’t watch TV much. Yes, my Superbowl party IS one of my top parties of the year for me, and yes, I did go and buy a brand new TV this year just for the party. (I can explain why if you are really interested. Even if you are not. I didn’t want to move the 55″ curved TV from the sunroom into the living room so I bought a 49″ 4g tv for the party. Anyone interested in buying a used TV?) But TV is not my thing. I had 2 exceptions to that: True Blood and the old Weather Channel. I LOVED the original weather channel. I can’t stand what it’s become. But I would turn on the TV and watch the weather channel and be entertained. True Blood. Oh Em Gee. I loved loved loved True Blood. I thought about Sookie and Bill and Tara and Jason and all of them regularly. I STILL feel as if they are people I really know and are my friends. I was Club Bill, btw, not Club Eric. 🙂 But other than the old weather channel and True Blood, I really didn’t watch much TV. I’ve been watching much more in the last few years (True Blood kind of broke down my resistance) but mostly it’s because I’m hanging out with my husband. It’s the togetherness and not the longing for a show.

So that’s me. Shoes, books, working out and pushing myself, no TV. Or is it?

I think I might have been swapped.

The last 4 times I have walked into DSW, the mecca of the shoe buying world, I have not even found anything I wanted to try on. Not boots, not heels, not sandals. Nothing appealed. It’s been MONTHS since I saw any footwear that called to me.

I went into Barnes & Noble as a treat to myself the other day. Wandered all over. Fiction. Mysteries. Sci Fi. Remaindered. I could not find a single thing I wanted to buy. Even buying ebooks – very very few things for which I’ll pay the $. There is always at least ONE new book to call my name in a bookstore. Nothing.

Back in October I joined the local fitness studio. They have 2 studios – fitness and yoga. I hung out in the fitness studio, doing boot camp at 6:30 am Mondays and Wednesdays. Gabe is a fantastic instructor – positive, encouraging, suggestions for alternate moves that take into account damaged knees, neck, feet. I needed a third class. I tried the TRX (you use these hanging hammocks – go look it up). Didn’t like it. I tried the warm yoga flow – couldn’t keep up, had no idea what they were doing. Couldn’t make the Zumba time slot.

I took the beginner yoga class every Sunday morning. It was a lot like the stretch class if I tuned out the Om. 🙂 I got better and better at the positions. I ventured back to the warm yoga flow class. I could DO it. I even – yes – LIKED it. In the meantime, I went to those boot camps every time the studio was open and I was healthy. If I missed Gabe in the morning I’d go for Kelley in the afternoon, another phenomenally upbeat great trainer. I HATED boot camp. HATED it. It was everything I used to love. I spent every minute of it hating it and saying to myself “only 60 more seconds – you can do 60 more seconds”. I went, I didn’t miss because I hated it, but it was 3 months and I still had not slipped back into loving/needing/craving my workout. When the workout was over, even then I didn’t feel good. All I felt was thank heavens I’m done for x hours til the next class. And I added hot yoga to my scheduled. In the middle of January I reached a decision: no more boot camp. I proved I could do it. I proved that my willpower is still intact. Yes, I got better and stronger but so what. I checked my schedule and I can make a lot of the yoga and every now and then I get lucky and can fit in the ultimate stretch class too. 🙂

The final blow came just a few minutes ago, the prompt for this post. Jessica Jones Season 2 is being released March 8. I got all excited and sent an email to my husband in all caps about JESSICA JONES!!!!!!!

Who the heck AM I?

I don’t buy shoes.
I don’t buy books.
I’m excited about a TV show.

And omg – I’m loving yoga.

Tomato, Tomahto

tissuesI do like going into the office. It’s good to see people, chat, find out what’s happening in other departments. I really enjoy the drive to the office these days. After decades of commutes on rush-hour packed roads, I now have a commute of 6.7 miles (yes, I measured). It goes through the outskirts of an ecological preserve, past a farm where there are horses grazing in the field, past a lovely little lake and even has the convenience of my bank and favorite grocery store before I reach the office. On the way home I have a great view of the river as well (only in the winter – in other seasons the trees in the park along the river block that view).

I also love having the flexibility to work from home. That’s so helpful if there are contractors coming, or if I need to run errands that are closer to home than the office, or if the weather is terrible and I don’t feel like driving even that short distance.

That flexibility combined with the short commute also means that should I start sneezing and blowing my nose non-stop, I can pack up my stuff and leave the office and head back home. That was Monday. I was all set to enjoy the last week at the office for this year. I bought coffee supplies and donuts for the coffee room. I made myself my coffee sat down at my desk and….. the sneezing started. teapotAnd never stopped. I used up all my tissues. Note to self: remember to bring in new box. After 45 minutes of this I decided that NO one needed or wanted me to stay in the office. We even get lovely emails from HR reminding us to keep away if we are ill. I shut down the machines, packed up and went home (12 minutes door to door. yes, I’m gloating). I drank copious amounts of hot tea, had tissues right to hand, even made the training session I had to lead without sneezing into the microphone. Tomato.

fireplaceTuesday I woke up and felt better, but not well. Obvious decision – work from home again. The sneezing and nose-blowing was over, but the headache and general meh feeling was there. Again, more cups of tea. Another reason to work from home that – I prefer the rest rooms at my house. 🙂

It’s Wednesday and I’m still home, because I thought oh why bother packing up and going in, so many people were planning to take off this week anyway. There weren’t many folk in the office on Monday and I’m sure there will be fewer today.

I’m still home. doorOMG, I’m still HOME. I am going stir-crazy. I know that there are people who like to ‘nest’, burrow in as it were and do…. heck, I don’t know what they do. It’s been over 50 hours straight and I am soooooo tired of this view!!!! I neeeeeeed to get out. The sun is shining. I’m not sick. The cats are terrible conversationalists. Every where I look I see ‘things that need doing’. I want my office. I want OUT. Tomahto.

Anyone interested in meeting for a cup of coffee??????

Time out to smell the flowers

mermaid sprinkler

red canna lilyI’m finding life a bit stressful these days. There is a lot happening, and a lot of it is not always positive. As a “small” example – there’s another borderline Category 4/5 hurricane aimed at the US Virgin Islands. Why is this of interest to me, you may ask. Long before the term “bff” was in vogue, I had a bff from 1st grade on. She moved to St Croix and made her life there. I’m not sure that we are BFF anymore but I am sure that I still care about her and her family greatly. I remember when Hurricane Hugo hit St Croix in 1989 and she and her daughter had to come back to NJ to live for several weeks. There was no power, no water, just disaster all over the island. Her husband stayed there and was part of all the cleanup efforts. St Croix was spared the worst of Irma, and Jose, but now the reports sound as if it may be Hugo all over again.

We here in NJ were supposed to be side-swiped by Jose today. large dahliasI decided to work from home instead of trying to drive to Corporate amid winds and rain. As it happens, it’s lovely here today. Although it’s overcast, it’s warm, and there is that lovely pre-storm moist breeze blowing through all the open windows, and the air smells of open sky. I’m loving it but it does make it a tad difficult to concentrate on the strategy plan I am supposed to be composing. The breeze evokes memories of summer days down the shore before a storm rolled in – birds perched on the wires a la Hitchcock’s ‘The Birds’ and bike riding in the cool air and sitting in the kitchen emailing to my St Croix friend as my young son read on the living room floor.

orange canna lilyI was sure that we were going to have lots of rain, and that my flowers would be washed away. I took some more photos of the garden because I wasn’t sure there’d be much left. If you’d told me years ago that I’d spend my time taking pictures of flowers, I’d have thought you were crazy. Because taking pictures of flowers is crazy, no? Many many MANY years ago we went out to California to visit my aunt and uncle. I have always felt extremely close to my aunt even though I almost never see her, but I didn’t have much of a relationship with my uncle. Again – didn’t see much of him, what was important to him was not important to me. For instance – he loved photography. He loved to take close-up pictures of flowers. I mean REALLY CLOSE UP. CLOSER. Weird, right? And he had them framed and hung about the house. Pink mandevillaI just didn’t ‘get it’ at all.

Well, here I am, taking pictures of flowers, cropping them, enlarging them, sharing them. *smile* I guess I’m weird, too, yes? I find such peace and joy when I look at flowers and plants and water and rocks. Nature. Nature brings me joy and peace. I know it can be violent and deadly, but it’s those moments of serenity that heal my soul.

So much to do, and so much happening that is out of my control. I’m not very good at accepting that there are things out of my control. *smile* But tomorrow is Erev Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish new year (well, one of FOUR Jewish new years) and thank goodness that is one of the absolute stops I give myself. No data loads, no strategy plans, no bills, no rushing here, being there. I’m looking forward to it. And I’m looking at flowers.

butterfly in flower

I’m not the only one enjoying the flowers

dual pic tree and hibiscus

Art IN the Bay of Fundy

Because nothing is hidden from the internet, because I follow Honour on social media, I get to see cool things that get shared with Honour. 🙂

And HOW cool is THIS????? A painting IN the water…..

Walk Along the River

ready to motor Sometimes the obvious stares me in the face for ages and ages before I see it. I enjoy taking pictures of flowers and water and scenery. If you were reading the Transcontinental Tales posts, you have probably figured that out already. I like to take pictures, I like to share them, I have a blog where I can post…. Well okay, I can post my photos to my blog!!! Major revelation. *grin*

The week after I returned home there was a festival in the neighboring town. My husband and I walked there and walked along the Raritan River to the festival. canal during festivalPart of the old Delaware Canal is still in existence here and we walked back along the towpath. There were ducks and a heron and seagulls and fish. I tried to take pictures of the heron but it was on the far side of the river and my camera (my iPhone) was insufficient to the task. Or perhaps it was the photographer. Always a possibility. 🙂 I am sparing you the blurred pics of a white against brown.

It was an absolutely gorgeous day with bright sunshine and warmth and people were smiling and having a great time. Oh, well, except for the man on the stage at the festival who was spouting hate and rage. I didn’t hear him (I’m getting quite good at selective hearing) but my husband listened (of course) and he pointed out to me what was being said. beside a rockSigh. Looking at the faces we passed, I think most people were in much too good a mood to be roused to anger at that moment.

It was a good walk – maybe 2 miles all told. We’ve walked into town before to go to dinner. It feels like “oh my what a long walk” but everytime we actually walk the trip we are surprised by how close it is. *smile* NOT in bad weather, however. Then it IS too far too walk. Especially over the bridge. Have I ever told you about my bridge phobia? The Delaware Memorial bridge is the “bridge of my nightmares” for one set of bridge-nightmare. The Raritan River bridge is yet another. *grin* But I’ll leave those details for another time.

I hope you enjoy these photos. They are nothing spectacular, only happy memories of a lovely walk along the river.
ducks on a shady river

calm river

river flower

reflections on the water

O Canada!

This is a very poor picture of a very beautiful quilt, but it’s also a very large blanket and I did not have any way to get sufficiently UP so that I could take more of a straight-on picture. But I think you can see it well enough to see all the beauty in it – the animals, the dates, the map, the love. This is Honour’s gift to me and it is a treasure.

canada quilt


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