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I’m trying out a new life style. One in which states like calm and serene out number frazzled and anxious during a 24 hour period. I tried it yesterday and it almost worked.

Dad is out of the hospital, which is good. However I am still going at things full speed like a person who has no sense. So I decided that while I was working on my list of errands I would practice staying in the moment and keep myself open to the interesting and beautiful things around me. I would take time to breathe easily and enjoy.

I have a cold that just won’t quit and so I went to visit my doctor yesterday. Western medicine and I are slowly but assuredly parting ways, but that’s a whole other rant. I decided to take the scenic route to the doctor’s office. The one that meanders through the small river towns where you can see beautiful glimpses of the river and valley. It went fairly well except for those drivers who were determined to go 60 mph in 30 mph zones. I was determined that they wouldn’t get to me and for the most part I succeeded.

After the doctor I went to my organic food store and serenely pondered over products in the health department. I am in the learning phase of alternative medicine. I don’t want products that will set off my cancer or will interfere with the cancer drug I am taking, so I am proceeding cautiously. I came away with my old favorite Vitamin C. While western medicine puts no faith in Vitamin C helping colds and immune system, I do and it has worked for me before.

I was in a peaceful state when I turned into my driveway and started up the hill. I was planning on going inside, taking a Vitamin C and meditating for 5 minutes. Then I was planning on picking up my knitting and shooting my serenity to smithereens by watching an episode or 3 of Homeland. That show is the bane of my existence, at the moment.

When I got to the top of the drive where I park, I noticed a rather long black stick in the middle of it. I put on the brakes because it really was too straight for a stick and I didn’t want to run over it. I put the car in park and in my serene state opened the door to get out and get a closer look to move whatever it was.

I had one foot on the ground when the stick lifted it’s head and a small black forked tongue wiggled from it’s mouth. I really do not like snakes, though I respect their right to live. It was a black racer snake. Serenity vanished in an instant, my body went rigid, I flung myself backwards into the car, slammed the door and proceeded to scream at the top of my lungs while crouching on the front seat.

Screaming in an enclosed car adversely affects the ear drums. No matter how much I screamed, The Skipper, who was in the house, couldn’t hear me. The snake, who I’ve named Sammy, and I were at a stand still. He wasn’t moving, I wasn’t moving except for my vocal chords and we stayed like that for a bit.

Finally I thought that maybe the car was spooking him. So I turned off the ignition and along with it the air conditioning and waited. I had screamed myself out. Only little whimpers came from my vocal chords. It was another few minutes before Sammy moved on and I could park in my regular spot then run like the wind into the house croaking out the word “snake”.

With my serenity out the window, I nixed the meditation, popped a vitamin C and turned on Homeland. I was finally in the proper frame of mind and emotion to thoroughly enjoy it. In fact it looked rather calming after the stand off with Sammy. So much for my new life style.

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Out of Whack

Things are pretty much out of whack here and I haven’t knit for days. I’m like a loose stitch slowly unraveling down the rows. If I don’t get needles and yarn in my hands soon I’m going to feel like a puddle of unraveled yarn looks.

To start with I have a head cold that has decided it wants to be my new best and closest forever friend. I can clear a crowded aisle in a food store with one coughing spell.

Dad is back in the hospital. So I’m taking care of my mother, plus The Skipper and the Yarn Rascal all at the same time. My mother doesn’t shop at the same food store as I do, so I travel between 2 food stores that are quite a distance from each other. Because of the coughing I now wear a medical mask while shopping, which gets a lot of strange looks. The upside is people get out of my way.

When I am in the hospital visiting Dad I wear the medical mask too. Because he has MRSA, I have to put on gloves and a gown to see him along with the mask. It’s kind of a surreal experience like I’m at the CDC or heightened security center where they play with germs and viruses the normal person doesn’t want to know about or get near. Every so often I expect a space alien to pop in to spice things up. Dad doesn’t look sick, but he does look tired.

Every time I get a coughing spell in the hospital the nurses become concerned and say I should see a doctor. I reply I have seen a doctor and this is where it got me. They say I should be on an antibiotic. I point out that MRSA exists because of the over use of antibiotics. The nurses and I stare at each other in a standoff.

The book on the new OS for the new computer finally came in at the library. It’s 2.25″ (5.5) cm thick. I think a dictionary is less thick. I have also located the manuals for both computer and new phone. The amount of reading should cover the rest of my life span. I’ll be in some nursing home and only up to page 1,250. In the meantime they will have moved on with the technology and everything I’m learning will be out of date.

In order to relax, I got the first two seasons of Homeland. I can’t say enough about how the show is not relaxing. It caused me to binge watch the entire first two seasons. Well written, well acted, not relaxing.

If all goes well, Dad may be out of hospital on Sunday. I, however, will still be wearing my medical mask. On the upside I’m ready for season three of Homeland if I can locate a library copy.

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