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Say Goodbye
Autumn Thoughts
I have trouble saying goodbye, not to people. . . I think I’m good at that. But to objects; like my orange library card with the metal stamp. Clothing, my black cocktail dress (it still fits), mush cards from my son, and Martha Stewart Magazines.
The above photo was snapped from a Halloween issue.
There was a time, when I traipsed through the woods to find and assembled something like that. Well, it never came close, but had a lot of dried stuff.
In Florida, that is not happening.
The alternative is to thumb through the magazine, and I do so, happily.
Autumn is short lived in Florida. There is no raking of leaves, then jumping into the piles.
I still hear the children laughing.
Remember. . .this was called fun.
The Christmas hurry up will begin Thanksgiving day, or November 23rd, and like it or not. . . my world will turn red, and green.
I’ll have to say goodbye to the golden colors of fall.
I’ll tuck Martha’s magazines away, take out the past Christmas issues, and go into the woods to cut our Christmas tree.
… Seriously just saying
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Trash Talk
Go To Your Room
Remember when you hated peas and you did what your mother told you? Along side of Eat what is on your plate, children are starving in China; was If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything.
Little did we suspect the declarative statements were precursors to waste management and bullying. I never cared for being slapped in the face, going to bed without supper or sent to my room, and abide by the assertions which have remained in my head.
Where am I going with this?
Well tonight is the first Republican presidential debate, and I’m wondering how much trash talking there will be.
The debate will be aired to a select audience and streamed. Trump will NOT debate; however, he will sit for an interview with Tucker Carlson prior to the debate with his fellow contestants, oops, candidates.
In the past the atmosphere has been one of character assassination with the promise of debate of the issues.
What do you think will happen?
. . . Seriously just saying
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It’s a War
For a Healthy Brain
The attention span of a gold fish is nine seconds. Currently, our attention spam is eight. Worldwide millions of people suffer with diabetes, mental health problems and obesity. People wait to get sick to eat well. Our bodies are getting bigger and our brains smaller. We are becoming dinosaurs, and we know they are extinct. *
https://www.cdc.gov/diabetes/managing/mental-health.html
Recently, I watched Lewis Howes PBS television show, The School of Greatness. His interview of Dr. Daniel Amen was a life changer for me. The physiatrist has many Youtube discussions on Brain Envy, authored many books, and is considered an expert (with a sense of humor) in his field.
It started when he was thirty-seven years of age. He compared his mother’s brain scan with his own. Her brain was healthier. He called it Brain Envy, and attributed this early brain changes to having meningitis as a child, and playing high school football; but wondered. . . if behavior contributed, could a change in behavior stop or reverse the damage? His research proved it does and supports his conclusions that diseases that produce inflammation effect blood vessel flow and the brain.
Dr. Amen has work with the NFL to restore memory for players, been on the New York Best Seller List and view on PBS television.
Lewis Howes ended the interview by asking Dr. Amens for three tips for a healthy brain.
- Love your brain/practice good habits; sleep, diet, exercise.
- Don’t believe everything you think, rid yourself of negative self-talk.
- Think positive, ask; What will I do today to help my brain?
*Taken from Dr. Daniel Amen’s discussions.
. . . Seriously just saying
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It’s Father’s Day
Sweet Memories
The pedaling of an old man riding a wide-tire bicycle grabs my attention as I drive Acoma road. The methodical around and around of the bike’s wheels is mesmerizing. I press the car brakes, slow to a crawl and drop back, to give the senior space, as we approach the corner stop.
He wears red Keds, and a large droopy straw hat shades his face from the morning sun. He sports a long sleeve plaid shirt and hazardous baggy Dockers. The blue and chrome fender bike has no basket or hand brakes.
Behind him rides a man in a metallic Speedo shirt, and black skin-tight shorts. He wears a helmet and mustache, and he does not pass abruptly. Instead, he moves to coast gently beside the elder, a solid traffic barrier. They ease the corner, two abreast, like dancing a Minuet synchronized to Chopin. I stop at the corner. . . rather than go straight. I turn right. . . and follow them, absorbed in their relationship.
They are a pair. Paternal. Their head, back, and shoulders are a younger/older version, of the other. The son deliberately peddles ahead, never looks back, but hoovers; and allows his father to ride independently. The old man’s bike wheels don’t wobble. The handlebars do not shake. There is an air of pride accompanying his movement.
As they resume their single file adventure, I drive by, see his wrinkled face, and guess the elder is eighty. I catch a glimpse of the son’s full head of peppered gray hair, and face with minimal expression lines, when passing, and guess . . . he’s nearing sixty.
My mind conjures a past Father’s Day,
I imagine it is 1958, the father wears the same plaid shirt, Dockers and Keds. The son, is dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt. The father, leads the way with subtle protectiveness and allows the son to celebrate his newly acquired skill, riding a bike.
“Daddy, look at me!” He yells with a big smile.
Today is Father’s Day 2012. I watch the pair celebrate with the simple act of being together. Pedaling their bicycles, and needing each other in a different way.
. . . just saying
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*Post was originally published in 2012, over ten years ago on claudiajustsaying.wordpress.com
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