Things I Do for Fun

I realize that I don’t do any of these things very often. Why not? I ought to block out some time for fun.

The thing that I do most regularly for fun is enjoy music. I’m in the church choir. That involves many Sunday mornings and most Wednesday evenings.

I also love to listen to music, which I do less of now, because my husband and I have different ways to listen. I’ll put on a CD and listen to it straight through. Greg will turn up the volume and then skip through the CD, bypassing songs that I like and just listening to one or two that he’s in the mood for. So, I’ll go to my study to listen, but after a few minutes Greg will call me for help. He’s disabled and drops things that he can’t pick up, or asks me to get him water or a snack or find something for him. That means that I need to keep the volume turned low so that I can hear him, and be prepared to jump up and help him. Not conducive to losing myself in the music.

Me at the piano.

I also have a lovely grand piano and a guitar and several recorders. Do I play them? Hardly ever anymore. But I want to.

I love to read. I have hundreds, maybe thousands, of books. I read while I eat breakfast, usually whatever book we’re using for bible study. At lunch, I read whatever strikes my fancy. I keep my latest magazines in the bathroom so that I can knock off an article if I’m going to be sitting in there awhile. I have the Kindle app on my phone and hundreds of books on it, so I always have something to read in the doctor’s waiting room (Greg or I have at least one doctor’s appointment and one or two physical therapy appointments each week). On the rare occasions when I can’t sleep, I’ll get up and read for an hour. That usually calms me down so that I can finally sleep.

I usually have at least one quilt in progress. That’s my favorite creative outlet these days. I have the next three quilts planned, and ideas for many more percolating. I usually set aside Saturday morning and one other, generally Wednesday, for working on my quilts. I save handwork (like binding, or removing paper from paper-pieced blocks) for when I’m watching TV, which I do less than I used to, because I only like a few shows.

I also like to dance, specifically international folk dancing. I gather with a group of friends every Friday morning for a 75-minute session. In the 2000s and 2010s, when Greg was still pretty healthy, I would go dance with the Phoenix International Folk Dancers every Tuesday night for three hours. I don’t have the energy for that anymore. I’m usually dying for a nap around 6 PM. I’m hoping that if I ever get my energy back, I can occasionally go dance for a couple of hours.

I don’t get to see them nearly as often as I’d like, but I’m delighted to spend time with my kids and grandkids. For example, my son often invites me to events at his church. My daughter often invites me to places where we can walk (or hike) around outdoors and enjoy beautiful landscapes and flowers, like the botanical garden, the arboretum, and various city and county parks. And it’s so much fun to watch our grandkids grow.

I like to spend time outside. I used to take a daily walk, but that happens more like once a month or so now. I used to hike a couple times a month, but I think I’ve gone once since the pandemic. Sometimes, when the weather allows, I’ll eat lunch outside on the patio. I don’t know why, but even a PB&J tastes better outside. During the summer, I like to take a dip in the pool, and then read on the patio and sip a glass of water or lemonade or iced tea.

I can’t close without mentioning art. I love to draw and paint with watercolors. My favorite kind of art to make is Zentangle. And, just as with every other item on this list, I do less of it than I used to do and than I want to.

What about you? What do you like to do for fun? Are you able to make time for it? How do you manage to squeeze it in around all your obligations? Share your thoughts in the comments below.

Posted in Essay | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Video of the Day: Christopher Plummer and Julie Andrews Reminisce About the Making of The Sound of Music

Posted in YouTube | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Video of the Day: Vivaldi on Marimba

Posted in Music, YouTube | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Scripture Break #78

Posted in Scripture | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Again, Please

Prompt: Is there an age or year of your life you would re-live?

The Polaroid picture above was taken in April, 1979. That’s my husband, Greg, holding our newborn first child, daughter Carly Anne. If I could re-live any year of my life, it would be the year starting that day.

I’d already suffered one miscarriage, so I was very aware what a miracle it was that a child was born whole and healthy. I was overcome with joy and love. Carly was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life.

I was blessed that I could be a stay-at-home mom. Carly and I spent every minute of every day together. I watched her with fascination.

I’d heard other young mothers say they couldn’t wait to go back to work — they were so bored taking care of a baby all day.

Not me.

I remember that year being full of magic. How quickly Carly went from a helpless, squirrelly infant to a cognizant being, growing intellectually and physically by leaps and bounds every day. I remember drilling Greg’s mom about when he achieved significant milestones. When was his first smile? How old was he when he said, “Mama,” or when he rolled over for the first time? She didn’t know. How was that possible? (In her defense, now that I’m a little past her age, I have no recollection whatsoever of when any of my children did those things.)

I think Carly’s first year was the best year of my life. Every day was an adventure. Every day I was full of gratitude. The closest I can get to that wonderful time is when I am together with any of our grandchildren. It’s like deja vu, but better.

Posted in Essay | Tagged | Leave a comment

Sense of Wonder

curious boys

Prompt: What does it mean to be a kid at heart?

While raising my children and during my teaching career and now watching my grandchildren, what impresses me most about kids is their curiosity. They are eager to observe and to tinker and figure things out. They are willing to try new things. The world is their laboratory.

They employ their senses in their explorations. For the youngest ones, that means everything goes into their mouths. What does it taste like? How does it feel against my tongue? If I shake it, will it make a noise?

When my littlest granddaughter, Lily, was just one year old, she liked to play in front of a mirror. She watched carefully what happened in the reflection when she placed her ball nearer to the mirror or farther away, to the left or to the right.

When I taught, two days a week I had “morning duty.” That meant I supervised children on the playground before school started for the day. I watched as they invented games and then invited others to join them in play. I watched as they went all out running from one end of the playground to the other. I watched as they collected leaves and rocks and feathers and other treasures.

Some adults (and I confess, I am one of them) lose their sense of wonder as they age. They forget what it’s like to see everything with fresh eyes. They forget how to have fun. They forget to ponder “what if.”

And there are others who haven’t lost their childlike curiosity. They still know how to play and to laugh at absurdities. They’re the ones who are fun to be around. Even children like them.

Posted in Essay | Tagged | 2 Comments

Loss of Innocence

Today’s prompt: What major historical events do you remember?

The earliest major historical event that I can remember was the assassination of President John F. Kennedy.

My family was Catholic, and I went to Catholic school. We were so proud of Kennedy, the first Catholic president. My father cut JFK’s picture out of Life magazine and framed it. It hung in the hallway for many years.

I was in sixth grade. I remember the principal coming to the door of our classroom and talking to our teacher, Mrs. Stout, in hushed tones, and her very serious reaction. When the principal left, Mrs. Stout told us that President Kennedy had been shot, and he was dead.

Needless to say, this was shocking news. Why would anyone shoot our beloved president? How could such a horrible thing happen?

We were told we would not have any more instruction for the day, and were given the choice of waiting for the school bus or walking home. I chose to walk home. It was five miles, but I walked it frequently enough that it wasn’t a big deal. All the way home I pondered the president’s murder. How was I going to break this news to my parents?

When I got home, my parents were not surprised to see me. I blurted out that someone shot the president, but they already knew. They were following the news coverage on our black-and-white TV.

Two days later, my father was watching television and started shouting, “They shot him! They shot him!”

My mother and I said, “We know, Dad.”

But he said, “They shot Lee Harvey Oswald!” He had witnessed it live, in real time, as the police were leading the handcuffed suspect through the basement of the Dallas Police Headquarters and Jack Ruby stepped forward to shoot him. I couldn’t believe that these two violent acts had taken place in such rapid succession.

This was during the Cold War, a time when the United States and the USSR were very distrustful of each other. At school we had regular air raid drills, practicing the emergency procedure for bombings. (We would either duck under our desks or grab our coats, go into the hallway, sit on the floor and cover ourselves with our coats; or if we had several minutes warning, we would go into the basement of the attached convent, where we would shelter in place until it was safe to come out.) I thought this would be the perfect time for the Communists to attack us, during this transition period when former vice president Lyndon B. Johnson was easing into his new role as president. I felt we were in great danger.

Posted in Essay, Uncategorized | Tagged | 1 Comment

In Favor of Lazy Days

Today’s prompt: Do lazy days make you feel rested or unproductive?

Yes.

I mean, one or the other, depending on the circumstances.

Generally, on days when I am lazy, and there is something I need to accomplish, I am very aware that I’ve been unproductive, and I feel very guilty about that.

But we weren’t made to work continually. We need the occasional day off to rest, relax, renew. It’s critical for our physical, mental, and spiritual health. Even God rested on the seventh day.

Even when we’re resting, we’re not doing nothing. (Unless we’re so exhausted that we’re asleep–and even that is doing something.) Sometimes we’re doing something fun, like knitting or reading or working on a puzzle. Sometimes we’re processing things that have recently happened, or remembering events of long ago. Sometimes we’re thinking up new ideas. Sometimes we’re just observing what’s going on around us. Sometimes we’re daydreaming. All of those are productive (well, maybe not the daydreaming), and restful as well.

So don’t beat yourself up if you need a break. Take it easy for a while. If there’s something you really have to do, rest a bit, then go do the thing so that worrying doesn’t ruin your day. Often, even a short break will give you enough energy to power through.

Posted in Essay | Tagged | 2 Comments

In the Meme Time

Ponder these thoughts.

You can change your life for the better.

Feel free to share these on your social media.

Posted in Memes | Tagged | Leave a comment

In the Meme Time

Some positive, encouraging, inspirational memes.

Feel free to use them for your social media posts.

How’s your day going?

Wishing you all the best.

Posted in Memes | Tagged | Leave a comment