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Swimming Pool Avoid Deep Dives

“Avoid Deep Dives”   is good advice for my summer.  There are many perils to be aware of when deep diving.  If I just recklessly hurl myself into any body of water– is the water deep enough? First of all, I could break a limb, snap a neck, or rip open my belly.  Is it clear of unaware people and obstacles that I might damage or indeed hurt myself with in return? Do I have the kind of bathing suit that will survive the impact and not be ripped embarrassingly from my naked body or get wrenched up painfully into delicate unsuspecting crevices? Have I taken a deep breath and plugged my nose? Will the temperature of the water give me hypothermic shock? Is anyone watching and thinking cruel thoughts about my diving dress and technique? Will I make a gargantuan splash or set about endless elegant ripples with a near…

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Finding My Blog Audience

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Who are you?

The audience I want to target are people who love writing and reading both stories and poetry. In addition, journalers may enjoy my journal page where I share events and insights about my life from time to time. I want to share my experiences in developing my fiction short story writing and my dabbling in poetry. I am also interested in meeting other writers and finding out their struggles and triumphs. I want an audience who will give me descriptive feedback about my writing from time to time in the form of comment or question and I too would like to return the favour. I would find it most beneficial to  be part of a writers’ workshop online like the ones I have participated in various courses and the ones I have develop for my elementary students in my classroom. The Daily Post is one of my favourite blogs and I enjoy participating in the prompts from time to time. I want people who enjoy networking with other writers and like to encourage other writers to keep writing. Thus my audience would be adults with a passion for the written word.

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Writer’s Block—Oh no!!!

I am experiencing writer’s block.  Usually I don’t write because of work and family distractions and Netflix addictions. I visited Brainstorming Block.  The author at the website suggested exercise and just writing any drivel. But how is it that I who admittedly have a lot to say can’t think of an entire thing right now? More internet research helped me to stumble upon this blog post @io9 10 types of Writer’s Block. This author claims there are 10 types and you have to define them in order to know what to do to get over them.   Okay so I looked through the ten types. I got nothin’. Still. I haven’t even become enough of a writer to have at least 7 of them! Another google search and I find many, many images of writer’s block. Here is one linked to a pretty neat writer’s blog. Nickety recommends typing past your writer’s block….start a blog about it! We think alike. Only I started a post…a lower level of commitment.

Okay. I have written for 30 minutes. It may be drivel.  But I met my writing committment today. Yeah!

The coffee pot is calling…and my dog is giving me the lets walk now look. This is my exercise solution to my writer’s block and its dog approved

. Lets hope something comes to mind.

Summertime! Avoid Deep Dives.

Swimming Pool
                 Avoid Deep Dives

“Avoid Deep Dives”   is good advice for my summer.  There are many perils to be aware of when deep diving.  If I just recklessly hurl myself into any body of water– is the water deep enough? First of all, I could break a limb, snap a neck, or rip open my belly.  Is it clear of unaware people and obstacles that I might damage or indeed hurt myself with in return? Do I have the kind of bathing suit that will survive the impact and not be ripped embarrassingly from my naked body or get wrenched up painfully into delicate unsuspecting crevices? Have I taken a deep breath and plugged my nose? Will the temperature of the water give me hypothermic shock? Is anyone watching and thinking cruel thoughts about my diving dress and technique? Will I make a gargantuan splash or set about endless elegant ripples with a near splashless entry into the water? Do I jump in feet first in an elegant pike or riskier yet  a perfect swan dive hand clasps in an arc above my head body straight and toes pointed straight just so?  So many things to consider when diving!

The summertime is an huge expanse of deep time that many would envy.  I have two months off.  July and August.  I could do so much!  I could deep dive into a very busy, productive and social summer!  Or I could dip in a toe and paddle a bit by the pool side and gradually slip into the water one body part at a time soaking in the cool and adjusting to feeling the water like a blanket of warmth. I am growing tired of the excitement and breathtaking thrill of deep diving and now as I approach the summer of my 50th birthday I want to luxuriate and linger and to slow down…no big commitments.   I might not make a big splash this summer. I think it is time to avoid deep dives.

I did it! Christmas Alone

Christmas Day All Alone Aaaachooo!
Christmas Day All Alone Aaaachooo!

I was alone for Christmas. Despised and rejected due to an unexpected gift…a touch of flu. Not wanting to spread the joyless gift to my unsuspecting relatives and friends I remained at home. Alone. I refused to feel sorry for myself. I decided to be fully present in the moment of my seclusion. I cozied up with a blanket and hot cup of tea and my faithful companion Esme and immersed myself in movies on Netflix. I watched Romantics Anonymous and enjoyed its charm thoroughly. But now what? I had not including afternoon naps of wellness at least 10 more hours to fill  my home- alone Christmas Day. As the feelings of loneliness and self pity threatened to overwhelm me, I chose instead to plan Family Day in February. I sent out save-the-date evites and planned a delicious menu. Stuffed Chicken Breast, Beef Wellington, Stuffed Baked Potatoes, Orange Glazed Carrots, Ginger Garlic Green Beans, fruit and cheese and trifle for dessert. Yum! I would plan it to be a buffet. Family did call before dinner to see how I was. I could hear the fun and business of Christmas Day in the background…wishing I was there and enjoying the delicious smells of turkey and stuffing roasting in the oven. I wished all well and poured myself some gingerale. More movies…more planning the menu for February Family Day and many naps later I made it 10 p.m. on Christmas Day. Esme looked at me expectantly…outside for a quick pee, a bedtime treat of dried liver, than off to bed. I did it. Christmas Alone. The world did not end. Remarkable!

Kneel and Bent: A Play About Pain

Scene:  Middle aged woman on the heavy side ordering fries at New York Fries Food Stand in a mall food court in the midafternoon.  She walks with a bit of a limp and lurch due to bad creaky knees.  She settles at a food court table.

Bent:     Un, unh. No. Don’t you dare!

Kneel:    No more French Fries!

Bent:    We thought we talked about this?

Woman looks around confused.

Bent:   Who’s talking?

Kneel:   Look down you ingrate!

Woman keeps head facing forward, pauses fry in opened mouth and  with raised eyebrows glances down.

Bent and Kneel:   Yes. It’s your trusty knees. Always there when you kneel on us. ( guffawing)

Woman chomps on fry and wags her head frowning.

Bent:     Nonsense. It’s you that’s the pain!

Kneel:     Go easy there Bent. You know stress isn’t good for us.

Bent:     Actually Kneel, you have to admit the regular physiotherapy has been quite

beneficial. And things have been lighter since Madam lost those last 11 pounds.

Woman smiles. Pushes fries away.

Kneel:     Latisha the physiotherapist is pretty hot too!

Bent:     Oooohhh doggy! Love the way she massages my cap.

Woman looks down in disgust.

Bent and Kneel:    Eeeww? You know knees can be sexy.

Woman gets up and right knee buckles a bit.

                Kneel:     Ouch! Did you take your Celebrex yet, sweetie pie? My meniscus is a little sore.

Bent:      Yeah the hamstrings are feeling a little tight. How about a few stretches?

Woman does a right side hamstring stretch balancing on the food court table for stability. Walks gingerly towards the stairs.

Kneel:   Whoa! Take the elevator for knees’ sake!

Woman sighs. She pushes the Up button on the mall elevator door.

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