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I Forgot My Underware

1 Aug

I turned 61 last month so discussing my underwear is not intended in anyway to resemble sex talk.  Rather, it’s a reflection of the kind of stress I’m undergoing as we list our house on the real estate market.

I mentioned our House “editor” in a previous post who counseled us on “staging” (gosh I hate that word) our house to present it in the most favorable light.  Well that staging has resulted in a considerable amount of work…replacing light fixtures with recessed lighting, painting every wall and door, re-carpeting, new faucets and door knobs, and storing funky artwork in a newly rented storage facility.

In the midst of readying our home for sale, I had arthroscopic knee surgery and my husband and I were in the throws of a busy time in our work-life.  Escaping to the beach with our two noisy dogs seemed like the logical move.  Anyone who might want to see the house (and there have been only a few) could do so unimpeded.  In a distracted mood, I through a few items in an overnight case and literally crawled into the car (more than a little accurate considering my recent knee surgery) to head to our beach place.

Unpacking a few hours later I realized I had forgotten my underwear.  Forgetting fundamentals, like underwear, seemed illustrative of the craziness of the past few weeks.  Thank goodness for the Bealls Department store in New Smyrna Beach.

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We Can Do It! Laboring with Benefits

5 Sep

Labor Day weekend, 2011 is coming to an end. Labor Day always represents
the closure of summer. Summer represents respite to me…days spent at the
beach; travel to vacation destinations; a slackening of schedules and to-do
lists. But Labor Day also commemorates our days of laboring. I’d like to
share a laboring technique that doesn’t feel quite so much like labor

I’m sitting under a tent on the beach, laptop in hand with my feet buried
beneath soft, crumbly ivory colored sand. I really am working, I’m just
doing it to the accompaniment of the rhythmic sounds of a summer ocean. I’m
using technology in a way that is advantageous to me; I’m not allowing it to
use me (at least not at the moment). My cell phone is near by, as are the
sandpipers and ruddy turnstones with their punk rocker hairdos. (Seagull
relatives)

Let’s face it, most of us have to work. Work can take the form of office
labor or the labor intensive responsibilities of being a parent or other
responsible adult. Whether we are filling out those endless beginning of
school year forms for our children, paying bills or typing on our laptops,
do one thing that makes it all more pleasurable. Maybe your scenery isn’t a
turquoise ocean, but it still could be a garden, a lake, or a breeze
brushing your cheek. Our parents taught us work first, play second. I think
we are capable of doing both. If you can and when you can, perform your
tasks/ work in an environment that is aesthetically pleasing. It will
qualitatively improve your production. And besides, you might not mind doing
it so much. As the poster child for laboring (literally and figuratively)
Rosie the Riveter said, “We Can Do It!” Yes, we can.

Celebrate our Laboring

4 Sep

As we embark on our Labor Day weekend, celebrating our days of laboring, I’d like to share an ideal way to work. 

I’m sitting under a tent on the beach, laptop in hand with my feet buried beneath soft, crumbly ivory colored sand. I really am working, I’m just doing it to the accompaniment of the rhythmic sounds of a summer ocean. I’m using technology in a way that is advantageous to me; I’m not allowing it to use me (at least not at the moment). My cell phone is near by, as are the sandpipers and ruddy turnstones with their punk rocker hairdos. (Seagull relatives)  

Let’s face it, most of us have to work. Work can take the form of office labor or the labor intensive responsibilities of being a parent or other responsible adult. Whether we are filling out those endless beginning of school year forms for our children, paying bills or typing on our laptops, do one thing that makes it all more pleasurable. Maybe your scenery isn’t a turquoise ocean, but it still could be a garden, a lake, or a breeze on your face. Our parents taught us work first, play second. If you can and when you can, perform your tasks/ work in an environment that is aesthetically pleasing. It will qualitatively improve your production. And besides, you might not mind doing it so much.Labor Day

Friday Escape

14 Aug

We have been spending time at our beach place this summer. It’s really the perfect way to endure this sweltering season. A beach escape should be on your to-do list this weekend. Escaping the heat and your incessant to-do list is your Friday prescription.

Once there, sink into your brightly colored beach chair and feel the stillness of not rushing. Allow yourself to become mesmerized by the sound and sight of the waves and the play of the light on the water.  With little or no effort this seaside retreat will quiet your chatter-brain…try meditating in the midst of this stillness (taking into account, of course, the squealing children near by.)Beach Retreat

What would your perfect beach day look and feel like?

Beauty and the Beach

7 Aug

 We have a beach place in a little town on the East Coast of Florida. Every time we visit, I’m struck by the unbiased nature of the beach. The beach offers a place of acceptance and equality regardless of size, age, income level, color, or species.Beauty and the Beach

Imagine you are driving across the bridge to the beach. Feel and smell the humid, salty air as you allow the ocean breeze to penetrate the schedules, to-do lists, and deadlines that live inside your overworked brain.

During your time in the sun, envision yourself…

*reading a novel (non-fiction not allowed)

*frolicking in the water, delighting as you dive into the foamy washing machine waves, like you did when you were a kid

*scouting for seashells and sand dollars

*walking along the water’s edge at low tide

Now, since it’s Friday, why don’t you go from imagining this scene to acting on it this weekend.