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Quiet the mind and the soul will speak

It’s been some time since I’ve written and I’m sorry about that.  I don’t like to write just to have something to post.  I also don’t always want to talk just to talk.  Sometimes … I just need quiet.

My job is so busy right now – and while I am not complaining, it takes effort to carve time out for me.  Work is all encompassing – meetings bleed into evenings, projects spill into weekends, and boundaries shrink as more is piled on and more is expected.   Still – I accept invitations to get out the door and off to someplace new.  I don’t mind travel through poor cell coverage areas (yay quiet!) and I relish hours in the car by myself.

The world seems so loud these days ~ we still have a land line and callers tend to be Telemarketers, Automated surveys, Charities I’ve never heard of .. and older relatives.

I realized the other day that sadly I no longer have the excitement about the phone that I enjoyed as a girl.

See, at our farm, we had a party line hanging in the kitchen and when that phone rang we kids raced to answer it.  Maybe it was Grandma calling to invite us all for cake & coffee on Sunday afternoon.  It could have been Mrs. Prentice calling for an upcoming 4-H meeting I was to attend. Often, it was my cousin giving me a quick call as she saddled up her pony J. Jay and headed my way  – “meet you in the middle!” we’d yell.  Our farms sat about 2 1/2 miles apart – with fields and hills and trees in between.  We’d race up, sweaty and breathless, and ride together back to one farm or the other (or Grandma’s).  Sometimes we’d turn our faces and braids to the north and head to the river valley, talking and dreaming and laughing all the while.  Other times we’d turn south and follow the canal trails down to the lake, jumping our ponies over puddles and logs like the Equestriennes we thought we were.

the best view is from the back of a horse!

the best view is from the back of a horse!

Sometimes a phone call was an older sister’s new beau –against our giggles she’d take the phone as far as the cord would go – and away from prying ears of snoopy siblings.

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That harvest yellow farm phone was our lifeline: Phones brought wonderful, happy news – “back to bed, the bus won’t start,” “your cousins are coming for two weeks after your birthday!”, “You’ve been accepted to summer camp!” “So and so’s birthday party is at the rink this year and then a sleepover for all you kids!”

Phones also brought somber news – a car accident, a diagnosis, a funeral to attend or cook for or both – and sometimes calls were on behalf yet another dumb teenager stuck at the beach and a request for Dad to come and help.

I can still recite my parents’ number and, even with Mom gone, I’ve called it since.  Her harvest yellow phone is now gone, too.

In the quiet ~ it’s the memories that remain.

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Does the world seem noisier to you these days?  How do you manage the noise in your life? Do you still have a land line? Who calls you?

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Random 5 January Friday

It’s Friday! Time for 5 Random brand-new-year thoughts!

1) Our January weather has been weird.  -temps then + temps.   Blizzards then thunderstorms.  Lake effect snow then freezing rain then black ice then … warm weather and sunshine.  I think Mother Nature is in menopause!

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I can relate to Mother Nature!

2)  Nearly every ad on TV of late is about weight lossHow Marie lost 50lbs on Nuke-your-System!! Oprah and her cookbook and her love of bread! There’s even a new prescription out (can’t recall the name) that promises to accelerate weight loss – the disclaimer states that it “may cause seizures, greasy bowels, rapid heart rate and other side effects.”  Nice!   Who wants to be slimmer but with greasy bowels and seizures? Yikes!  I’ve been (largely) grain free since January 2016 and guess what – not only did I lose weight – I. Am. NEVER. Sick.  In 2014 I had bronchitis 5 times; 2015 – 3 times. 2016? None. Zip. Nada.  **As inflammation recedes the immune system can heal**.  Also-my skin healed, joints don’t ache any more and did I mention I am never sick – despite heavy travel, copious amounts of work stress, public interaction, and being around co-workers with colds & the flu. I’ve lost 20 lbs and 16″.   YES to no more Claritin, Mucinex, Tylenol Sinus, Neti Pot or inhaler needed!  You don’t have to spend a bunch of money eating fake food or chugging down pills – you really can heal from the inside out.  For more visit Cardiologist Dr. William Davis’ site, www.wheatbellyblog.com.

1 year Grain Free ~ An Emjayandthem (C) photo

1 year Grain Free ~ An Emjayandthem (C) photo

3)  Do you ever forget certain chores?  I forget to vacuum. I don’t dislike it, I just forget about it – oops.    What chore do you forget on a regular basis?

4) Saw this on FB and laughed out loud.  Snaccident.  I have never tried Nutella but I could hurt myself with Guacamole!

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5)   And with that … I’m off to get more coffee!  Happy Friday, peeps!

coffee star trek

 

What weight loss ad have you seen recently? Forget any chores of late? (Or on purpose? 🙂  )  Have you ever had a snaccident?

 

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Purse protection and shoulder straps for cars

purse-tips

OK, maybe it’s not quite that extreme but that picture has a lot of truth to it: case in point. When I was in my 30’s I always carried a cute little *functional* purse – small, easily worn across my body, etc.  But then, as I got older I needed more stuff- glasses for one- and my purse grew in size to accommodate everything.   Skip to my late 40s and next came smartphones, heavy and not small, and well those have to fit somewhere, too.  Plus a portable charger.  Lipstick. A magnifying mirror because no woman – no matter her age – wants to look like the old lady who put her lipstick on in the dark.

lipstick

Somewhere in that timeframe purses with cool pockets and places for debit cards appeared – so well designed you didn’t even need a wallet anymore.  But too small to hold my other *stuff.*  Last year we learned of the need for RFID protection because someone could stand behind you at TJ Maxx and steal your card info and life’s identity from your cute little sectioned wallet-on-a-string.  Risking all that while trying to buy an $8 throw pillow – gah!

So now I have an teeny tiny wallet with RFID protection that holds cards and ID only – there’s no place for money – guess we’re not supposed to need that?  And it doesn’t fit in the cute little compartmentalized purse so back up to a bigger purse I go. Then I add my glasses, car keys, phone,  charger, lipstick, mirror, band-aids, pen, grocery list, mints and pocket-sized note pad and you can see why – when I hit the brakes or turn too fast – scenes like the one above are entirely possible.

Maybe I should just get a shoulder strap for my car?

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**So ladies, what’s in your purse?

**Men, if you’ve ever wondered what’s in there – well now you know.  We’re not just ready for any emergency, we’re ready to defend our identity, clean up a spill, mend an injury, read fine print, call 911 and look our best doing it!

 

 

 

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