Monday, September 26, 2016

Tuesday Tales and Crawling Into a Cozy Bed

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.
A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image. This week, we write to an image.  This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary.

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“Lola dear, why don’t you come to my house for a few days? I’ll take care of you.”

Laverne fretted over Lola, arranging and rearranging the sheet on the bed.

“Mom, I appreciate you. I don’t think I’ve told you enough.” It was easy now to see how much Laverne loved me. She’d always wanted included, I was good at shutting her out for years. “I’ll come over for a night or two, will that satisfy you?”

A twinkle appeared followed by a full on face smile. “I’m so happy!”

“Tell me my bed isn’t covered in puzzles.” Okay, that was harsh. “You know what, never mind, I don’t care. I’ll push them off when it’s time to go to sleep.”

Walking around, heading toward the window, mom finally breached a boundary. “What about your friend that came with you here? Marty... I believe his name is.”

“Marty is a good friend.”

“I seem to catch a look showing he liked you more than that.”

“It’s complicated, which is probably an understatement.”

“I’ve got time, the nurses are still working on your discharge papers.”

“Marty is Sharlyn’s half-brother.” No more beating around the bush, I put it out there.

Mamma Laverne retracted her neck and head, some thinking hard pose. “Wow, baby girl, this makes much sense.”

“So, I love Marty, with all my heart. But, he knows, he was Sharlyn’s donor, and they are becoming friends. His father, the snaky pedophile I was involved with in high school is dead. I made sure of it.”

“You killed him?”

“No, Mamma, I didn’t kill him. I just beat his dead carcass with a chair. It felt really good too.”

“You truly inherited my way of taking care of business.”

Weights once again left my shoulders. Truth telling was indeed cathartic.







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Wednesday, September 21, 2016

My Medicated Mid-Life #teamHumira...maybe


My Medicated Mid-Life
There’s nothing more humbling than taking a child’s pose in yoga.
For real. I mean, taking a break in a yoga class seems like the wuss way out. But, today, I had to do just that. Take a child’s pose. My feet were cramping up something horrible during balance poses. My hamstrings stretched crankily, balking when I folded over.
FROM THIS
 
 
My eagle had landed. Pun intended.
TO THIS
In class, I was torn between feeling so much joy that I was there, at least doing what I could and crying because my body wasn’t cooperating. At moments, I felt like I was failing in a world I use to govern. A few years ago, I pushed myself, doing just a few more seconds in plank, running a few more minutes, lifting a stronger weight. Now, I’m lucky to sweat.
I relish when I sweat.
I’m ecstatic when I sweat.

I’ll repeat what I said last week:
“I try to remind myself to perform at least gentle stretching exercises every day. Living with RA and fibromyalgia make body movements critical and necessary to well-being. Taking the time for a few stretches helps the ache the next day.”
Yesterday, I took the cycling class and for about 25 minutes, I made my legs push forward. I pretended I was in control again, and not the pain leading the way. So, that was probably one reason my body griped, groaned, and stiffened when I tried to stretch and take the poses.
Our bodies remind us it’s essential to keep moving.
I’m hoping that getting back into a regular routine will lessen the stiffness and soreness I now experience. For now, it’s mind over matter.
And, yes, it does matter.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Tueday Tales....Make the Call


Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.
A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to the word- write.  This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary- My Only Necessary.

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“You’ve never danced before?” Lesley swayed in time with the music, her arms looped around my neck. “You’re very good.”


“I do some of my best thinking when I shift from side to side, you know, standing in a thinking man’s pose. I’ve done it for almost as long as I can remember.” Growing up, I stared at puzzles and equations for so long, sitting made my butt sore. Somehow staying mobile helped me process better.


“In your own charming way, you made even that sound romantic.”


“I shift my weight without picking up my feet much, so, I haven’t really stepped on your cute toes.”


“Did you call my toes cute?”


“I certainly did, although I’d hoped to keep such thoughts to myself.” I could probably count on two hands the number of times I’d said the word cute in my lifetime.


“You’re so handsome, I’m lucky to be your date tonight.”


“If you’re lucky, I’m absolutely fortunate, because there isn’t a girl here who holds a candle to you.”


“I just call you mine.” Shrugging her shoulders, the words fell from her lips like a rouge skydiver.


“I’ll consider that sweet, even though most of these girls are way too young for you.” She laughed the small Tinkerbell sound of delight becoming so comforting in my awareness.


“I didn’t mean here in this gymnasium, I meant here in this world.” I wasn’t exaggerating.


Lesley’s eyes opened wider, not letting the light in, but, sending her brightness out to me. When I spoke the truth about her unique brilliance, she replied in the most genuine of ways, by reacting. No one could fake what many consider to be a knee jerk. Reacting had gotten a bad rap in recent years by fad psychiatrists.


“I’ve never heard you adoring or flattering before.”


“I prefer to think of my words as anything else I put out into the world- my truth.”

 
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Friday, September 16, 2016

Review CHRIS STAPLETON - Traveller


Review


OMG…yes, I’ll say it again…OMG…what a gem Chris produced with this album. One sing-a-long worthy song after another. When I can say something actually tempers my mood in the temperamental Dallas traffic, you know it’s gotta be good.

For real.

The soothing tones of even the brokenhearted songs strum through the speakers, reminding me of lazy days in rocking chairs or a shady riverbank. Days when you go fishing and don’t even care if you catch a thing, or spend a quirky evening catching lightning bugs. This is the kind of album I’m talking about.
 


You don’t have to be a country music fan to enjoy his red-dirt voice, with just enough grit to make the songs stick like an Olympic gymnasts landing. The first song, Traveller, of the album namesake, makes me want to take a road trip with my best friends- times when all we do is laugh and point out goofy landmarks. (even stopping in Winslow, Arizona, as I actually did in June with my bestie, Rhonda and her boy, Ty.)

Fire Away is a challenge for those with trust issues to take the plunge and believe in someone. That no matter what you throw their way, they’ve got your back. Even if it means ultimate demise.

Now, that’s loyalty.

Tennessee Whiskey is a beautiful love ballad with a line unlike I’ve heard before…”But when you poured out your heart I didn't waste it…” Wow, that’s deep and it’s a comparison to a bartender’s best:
Genius. At least, it’s this Oklahoma girls opinion.

So, if you want to venture over to another side of the music spectrum, give Chris a chance. Rolling Stone agrees.




 

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

My Medicated Mid-Life


My Medicated Life

I figured it out. I want to someday wake up like those women in the mattress ads on TV. So full of life and vigor, they boldly greet the day, challenging negativity with a spewing bottle of champagne, or a run across town.
Simmons Beautyrest Commercial

Opposed to how I receive the morning, rolling into the fetal position, fearful of what will hurt worse. I wish I could sit up tall giggling, leaping out of bed like Mikhail Baryshnikov, now that’s a goal.

Instead, I look like some kind of cross between a peg legged pirate and slug.

My mind immediately filters to the day before, scouring what I did to make fill-in-the-blank hurt, i.e. my shoulders, arms, back, you name it. I know I pulled something the day before, and my muscles and joints remind me with a reckoning. No joke, sometimes, it was something as simple as carrying in grocery bags, yoga poses, or even moving unassuming household items around.  

I try to remind myself to perform at least gentle stretching exercises every day. Living with RA and fibromyalgia make body movements critical and necessary to well-being. Taking the time for a few stretches helps the ache the next day. Also, after I get out of bed, moving around takes care of some of the pain as well. My balance is challenged when I first get moving around, so, I take caution not to jump straight into the shower, or try balance poses in yoga. J

If I have some time between awakening and actually getting out of bed, I might take ibuprofen or an NSAID, especially if I’ve had a rather busy day before. I don’t take pain relievers/anti-inflammatory medications every day. Honestly, I want them to continue working for me for a long time. I guess I’m afraid if I overuse them, they will lose effectiveness.

Our bodies remind us it’s essential to keep moving.


Try these simple stretches I found on the RA website linked above:

Hand and wrist- Try this exercise to both stretch and strengthen your wrists and fingers.

1. Start by making a fist with your hand, then in one quick movement extend all fingers at once out straight, with your fingers spread.

2. Retract your fingers into a fist again.

3. Repeat this 5 times with each hand.

Shoulder and upper back

This exercise can be used to stretch and strengthen the muscles of your upper back and shoulders.

1. Start by getting on your hands and knees on your exercise mat, with your face looking down directly on the mat (keep your head and neck parallel to the mat). If you have problems with your knees, you may place a folded towel or blanket below your knees for extra cushion.

2. Gradually and slowly reach your right arm out in front, keeping your arm parallel to the floor and at the approximate level of your ear. Point your fingers straight out.

3. Maintain this position for a count of 5 and then return your arm slowly back down so that your hand is back on the mat.

4. Repeat this 10 times for each arm (of course, you can do less to start, with the goal of working up to 10).

Side of your body

This stretching exercise focuses on the back muscles on the sides of your torso and is useful if you are tight or stiff in this area and subject to spasms when you twist the wrong way.

1. Start by standing with your feet shoulder-width apart. Do not lock your knees. Stand relaxed and upright.

2. Place your right hand on your waist, above your hip, with your thumb toward the back and index finger towards the front.

3. Reach your left arm above your head, with your palm facing the right. Try to keep your shoulders level.

4. Begin to bend sideways to the right, bending from the waist. Allow your right hand to slide gently down the outside of your thigh. Move in one plane while your left arm reaches over your head and shoulders.

5. You should feel a gentle stretch in your torso and down your left side. Remember to breathe and hold the stretch for a count to 5.

6. Move slowly as you return to the original upright position. Allow your left arm to drift down to your side.

7. Reverse the exercise for the other side of your body.

Hamstring

Use this stretch to lengthen and loosen your hamstrings (the muscle oppositeyour thigh at the back of your leg) while stretching your lower back.

1. Start by lying on your back on your exercise mat, keeping your arms down at your sides. Flex your knees (only partially) and place your feet flat on the mat. You may place a rolled blanket under your knees if that makes you feel more comfortable.

2. Slowly bend your right knee and lift it toward your torso until you can reach and clasp your hands behind your hamstring. If you have difficulty reaching, you may use a folded towel or yoga strap to reach around your upper leg.

3. Extend your leg, keeping your foot pointed toward the ceiling. Try to straighten your leg. If you can’t straighten it, loosen your grip on your thigh and don’t pull it so close to your chest.

4. Once you’re able to straighten your leg, hold for a count of 5.

5. Slowly and gradually, lower your right leg and foot back down to the mat.

6. Repeat the exercise with your left leg.

Friday, September 9, 2016

What We're Watching Now - Friday Review of STRANGER THINGS


Review




I was born in 1970, so, any homage to my childhood pulls on the heartstrings of my youth. This series, based in 1983 Indiana, hits home on many levels, leaving me longing for the days of tube socks and rotary dial phones.



However, I had my “meh” moments more often than I expected in this series so largely followed by the masses. I thought some of the characters weren’t fully developed, and had reactions I didn’t appreciate. This was more of a personal preference than some glaring error. I believed the town’s people shown in the series lacked a serious mourning for allegedly-deceased Will Byers. In a small town, folks are usually more cohesive and supportive, especially during times of tragedy.


When Will Byers goes missing, his mother, Joyce, is determined to find him. Based upon communications she receives from him in rather unconventional methods, she knows he isn't dead, but, she can't get to him. His friends are just as determined to find him, setting out on secret missions following the path Will took home the night he disappeared.



Will’s friends went on searches apart from his mother to find him, and bring him home safely. Led by Mike Wheeler, Dustin Henderson and Lucas Sinclair, the kiddos gave a gritty and realistic portrayal of how young soldiers fight the monsters lurking in the shadows. They affectionately reminded me of a Stand By Me group of young men, another positive throwback I felt from watching this series.  

When Eleven came on the scene, I wanted to hug her and cook her a big supper. The poor kid lived through hell, and the bad part was, she didn’t know anything different. Once she met the band of young heroes, El finally realized what love and friendship really were.


Blame it on my failing eyesight, but, with so much filmed in darkened settings, at times, I had trouble distinguishing what was happening onscreen. I listened for cues, and was greeted mostly by the sickening intestinal Jabba the Hutt sound effects.

Winona Ryder gives an incredible turn as an unstoppable mother, Joyce Byers, determined to find her son, regardless of how crazy her efforts become. My favorite line she delivered with perfect dryness, “Just ring me up, Donald.” You have to watch the episode 3, Holly Jolly, to catch this scene. Just Ring Me Up Donald

I didn’t care for Nancy Wheeler’s character, played by Natalia Dyer. The non-existent relationship she has with her brother, Mike, is believable as siblings go. But, her seemingly flippant dismissal of her friend, Barb, really gave me a shallow perception of her. She was “supposed” to have stronger character than that, but maybe that was part of the scripted suburban girl rebellious package.  Natalia did a fine job with the role given, but, I believe the character lacked depth. Nancy became involved with a group of reprehensible teenagers, led by Steve, the Douche, who were more than unlikable- they were unnecessarily horrible. Tommy and Carol were worse than the middle school bullies tormenting Mike, Dustin, and Lucas.

Speaking of Barb, she received nary a mention after she disappeared, did this girl have caring parents, family, or friends to speak of? Even Nancy half-assed her desire to find Barb. Thank goodness for Jonathan. OMG, I found this blog, and it’s EPIC Everyone Needs a Barb


Chief Jim Hopper, fighting his own demons, became heartfelt and involved in this search, disregarding common sense and supporting Joyce in her pursuit.

Finally, Will’s brother, Jonathan Byers, was a character I engaged with, wanting him to succeed. The responsible son, helping out his mom with money, cooking, and going to school, became a character I admired.

I kept watching through until the end because I had to know how the season ended. I still have mixed feelings about this series. However, it has its’ moments, and will certainly satisfy the binge-watching urge.

I’m giving this one *** 3 snowflakes.

 

 

 

Monday, August 29, 2016

Tuesday Tales and Which Road to Take?


Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.
A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image. This week, we write to an image.  This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary.

Enjoy!~

 







“Absolutely, my parents have been saving money for years to help me do this. It’s what I’ve wanted since I was a kid. Now, it’s finally happening.”

“Won’t your girlfriend miss you?” Where did that come from? Was my mouth so desperate for communication it went rogue? I blame it on the Id, lurking in the corners of my personality, waiting for the opportunity to join the conversation.

Tweaking my nose with his finger ever so gently, he actually answered my bold question. “I don’t have a girlfriend, problem solved.”                                                                                                                                                                   

A table full of loud persons ranging in age from infant to elderly cleared, opening up the silence in our little area of the festival. Every word would be magnified now, the conversation less secluded. With people around, I felt safe, able to chat, the friendly atmosphere disguised my uncertainty. One on one could be a challenge. Charlie guided me to the table, apparently not ready to give up our chat. “Let’s have a seat, I think this will fit your mom, Lindie, and anyone else ready to break bread with the enemy.” Pointing at himself, I knew he meant the dance off. “Let’s take the road less traveled.”

Before long, we’d either celebrate or concede to the opponent. I’d like to concede, I could concede all evening. Heat rose to my cheeks, even hitting above my eyebrows. Self-embarrassment was one of my specialties.

“Don’t you want to sit with your folks?” I wanted to know if he was really interested in me, or just wanted a convenient get-away from the ever-present relatives.

“I like your company. I see them all the time.”

“But, you’re leaving soon.”

“Exactly.” He smiled again, letting me know something about me captured his attention, and he wasn’t quite ready to let it go.
 


 

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