random thoughts – Day 1,825 – (Sunday) – in training

The temperatures were allegedly in the high 60s today. I was feeling chilly, tired, low-grade yucky, and sneezing, and went outside only long enough to drop the trash bag into the bin and roll it to the curb for Monday pickup. A few things were set into the recycle bin before deciding it isn’t full enough to put at the curb. The estimated total trash maintenance time was two minutes, so barely enough to register the precise weather conditions. 

The neighbor set five of the six bins for her three family house in front of my house Saturday morning and the sixth bin this morning, because apparently there is an award of some sort for being the first one to put bins out. I need to step up my game or I’m never going to win whatever the prize is.

Strength training tools.

While it was warm outside (I guess), I was inside bundled up in a hoody practicing dances for the April performance and then working on wrist mobility by drinking hot tea from a mug. The objective was to lift the mug with left hand while keeping it level and not dousing myself in hot tea. Practical daily skills are essential. Not being able to do them is frustrating. 

It was a day of frustration. The mug kept tipping, the pinky finger side of my wrist would have a twinge, and I had to use the right hand to stabilize the mug. Baby steps. Or sips.

There were also mobility attempts at prayer hands (coming along); putting my hands on the front of my hips with fingers spread, palms to torso (mediocre) and on the lower back with palms flat (not good); and stretching each finger back one at a time like we used to do in ballet school “Little finger, and the next, and the next, and the next, thumb – two times, and all the fingers together. Other hand!...” I still singsong it in my head like when I was a studio helper in high school and led barre and stretching. There are other movements specific to dance that I work on and they are improving bit by bit.

Dessert!

Food happened, because it takes a lot for me to miss a meal. A cheese and tomato sandwich kicked off lunch, and later, veggies with Kalamata olives and feta cheese for an early supper (similar to "early bird special" old people time). Dessert was an Omaha Steaks apple caramel tartlet with ice cream, and trust me, those tartlets are tasty. My belly felt full, but the rest of me still felt dull, chilly, and ready for bed. 

As soon as it gets dark, I’m “hitting the hay,” as Dad used to say, not that our mattresses were ever stuffed with hay. Or cash. Or anything other than whatever budget stuffing goes into a budget mattress.