April 9, 2008
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Tuesday is usually such a great day. I work on stocks in the morning, walk my dog, and then go to the hospital. Today I made 60 journals for the kids in the family group. Their mom has breast cancer or lunch cancer, or maybe their dad. It’s a chance for kids who might lose their parent to be with other kids who are going through it, too. It’s run by one of the cancer counselors and a social worker; both of them saints. The journals took me forever because I wanted to have some of the pages be solid so they could draw, mixed in with the lined paper. I love playing with colored paper, never having gotten to when I was a kid. I mean at home.
So the reason today wasn’t the usual good day is that I pulled something in my back tonight. After the hospital I give a private bellydance lesson. I guess we weren’t warmed up or streched out enough. She does yoga all the time so she’s much more supple. She had me lay on my back and bring one knee up to my chest to try and fix it. All I could think was that maybe I was just too old to be doing those kinds of moves. It was a good lesson for me, that’s for sure. I never knew I had a weak back. I mean I knew my lower back had lost much of it’s elasticity and mobility but I didn’t think I could hurt it so easily.
Enough bitching. I hate women my age who complain about their aches and pains. The way I was dancing Sunday you’d never guess I had a weak back. And probably hanging out with a 46-year-old changes me. It irritates me that I feel the need to put concealer on now. That stuff works great though. And then I take more time with my hair. Now when I get ready to go dancing it’s this huge ordeal. Not only do I put extra make-up on now I take great care to wear something flattering. Suddenly every female in the place is flirting with him and I feel like I’m guarding a bone:).
Not only do I look better these days, my house has never been cleaner. I never know when he’ll drop by so I’m always prepared. It’s so nice to have him here, just hanging out talking. He likes my dog, too. Or at least my dog likes him. And he likes my daughter. They get along really well. They talk at the bar while I swing dance with other people.
Speaking of my daughter, SHE’S MOVING! She and her boyfriend found an aprtment and will move this weekend. He will be working on a ferry between Alaska and Seattle so my daughter will be alone most of the time. I will miss him, too.
Comments (8)
Congratulations and condolences on the move — I’m sure that it must be bittersweet . . .
I’ve always had back issues, but my worst episodes have occurred without any apparent provocation . . .
Take inspiration as you can get it
I learned that one of my classmates whose politics, passion, and down-to-earthness takes a bellydancing class somewhat near where I live. I may have to look into it. Belly dancing has entered my mental line of vision in three distinct ways in the last week or two; that’s gotta mean something, right?
Much love and power and joy to you.
Yikes. Hope you’re feeling better soon. And hey, a little incentive does wonders for keeping yourself and your home together eh? I like that. Need to find me some incentive…
Makeup AND housecleaning? This sounds serious.
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lodl, about you guarding a bone. I bet! hope your back heals quickly. I know E. has to do exercises all the time to strengthen his back- he can throw it out just by throwing a bowling ball.
Enjoy the friendship. It sure keeps you feeling and looking young. I am ok after a few days eating coughdrops for lunch:) However my computer broke down so I could not blog.
Hopefully you’ll be all better soon. Back problems can be so nagging, but mine thankfully usually heals within a few days, others are not so lucky.
Got a giggle out of “lunch cancer” (sorry, I know there’s nothing funny about lung cancer, but…)– it actually took me a minute to decide it was a typo and not some sort of subtle social commentary!