Do you have a favorite season of the year? If so, which one and why?
After a long winter I welcome the spring for the flowers, milder temperatures and the pleasure to see the grass again. Though summer sports and vacations have their appeal, the extreme heat and humidity can be too much for me. Yes, winter has its wonderland days, but at my age the fun of making snowmen, igloos, and having snow ball fights has sort of passed. Now it’s more fear of driving in the snow, clearing off cars, and shivering any time I go out the door.
I was a little kid back in the late 1970s. My most prized possession was my Misty Rose banana seat bike. I rode it around the whole neighborhood, all by myself. Back then parents (or at least mine) had no fear of children being abducted or otherwise harmed. I certainly didn’t grow up with such fears. I guess my only dangerous encounter was when I was riding down a quiet road one day, daydreaming, only to be snapped out of my trance by the sound of a braking car. I then looked, and quickly stopped my bike staring head on with a car. I remember apologizing to the driver, and them warning me to pay more attention.
Heading joyfully to the wedding reception, the Bohemian bum groom sought out an appetizer from the garbage can for old time’s sake. The bride waited patiently, dreaming more about beef roulade and marzipan covered cake. To others, his action may seem unusual, but in the groom’s youth, he thought it was real cool.
I think there are a lot of medications out there that include a little tag reading “Be careful operating a motor vehicle or machinery until you are familiar with how it affects you.” Or “May cause dizziness.” Such clumsiness, lack of alertness or slow reaction time, however, is not limited to those on medication(s), but can be caused from various illnesses themselves, or maybe just plain old clumsiness or distractability from an unknown source. Continue reading →
Each spring, my father plants seeds in flats, placed by a full length window in his dining room. He does this sometime in early May, and then waits patiently for the seedlings to pop up. When they do, it’s like they grow an inch each day. The beauty of new life and growth erupts. Continue reading →
We spend most of our days consuming edible foods in life, but how often do we consume those that are truly delightful or nicely satisfying? What is delightful to one is not necessarily delightful to another, but when it is it brings a smile to our face, we feel more than just satiated. Of course I’m not writing strictly about food here, though of course that can play a part. What I’m mainly writing about are things that give us pleasure. Continue reading →
The above collage of collages mix the many things and people I’ve enjoyed and/or loved throughout my life. They reflect my many intertwining experiences and interests. Glimpses of memories that are scattered in my mind.
In my husband’s home country of Czech Republic, if you are a bit under the weather or recuperating from a major illness, your doctor may prescribe a two to three week in-patient treatment at a spa (or lázně in Czech), which is covered by health insurance. There, patients are evaluated by a doctor specializing in balneotherapy (treating disease by baths) or physical therapy, who assembles an individual plan of procedures and treatments. Those range from drinking (the mineral waters!), bathing (not only in the mineral waters, but also in waters infused with herbs, fruit, salts, hops, malt extract, and others), wraps, massages, exercise, special diet, etc. Continue reading →
Sometimes I just have to do it! Actively seek out pleasure and different experiences from time to time. It doesn’t always have to be a vacation, but of course it has at times. The point is that I have to break away from my figurative jail or the hum drum “day in day out” life, and open my eyes to things normally not in my radar. I guess this type of pursuit of pleasure could also be called a sort of deliberate caper. The best are when I meet up with new people or find an environment that seems almost foreign to me, and then become part of it, in a way. Continue reading →