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Hatha Yoga Or A Pedicure

I got it into my head that I should try yoga. Pretty much, the only things I know about yoga are, it’s a form of relaxation, it helps with flexibility, it’s good for one’s balance and it doesn’t require me to bounce around too much.

I had one problem with the yoga class; it’s held at my local hospital for the 55+ gang on Tuesday evenings and, as it happened, I had an appointment to get a pedicure last Tuesday. Pretty much, what I know about pedicures is it’s a form of relaxation, your feet and legs receive a massage and it, too, requires no bouncing.

Hmm. What to choose, what to choose…

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Here’s something to think about from Yoga Informer regarding relaxation.

The eye-catching promise of poise, grace, and flexibility are the common reasons why people—especially females—are being drawn to yoga classes nowadays. Having a similar stance with ballet, more and more people see yoga as a relaxing yet more elegant form of exercise.

But there’s something to be said for the pure pampering of a spa pedicure, too.

It isn’t often that a woman’s feet get to relax. Constantly on the go, with careers, family, and other commitments, the feet often take more than they deserve. Making the time to visit the beauty salon for spa pedicures rejuvenates the feet and keeps them looking their best.

Hmm. What to do, what to do…

I decided to check in on MSNBC to find out what ideas the exercise experts have beeen touting lately:

…new guidelines call for healthy adults to engage in moderate-intensity aerobic physical activity for at least 30 minutes five days each week…

…The new guidelines offered specific advice for people 65 and older, urging them to consider lifting weights, improving their strength to prevent falls, and working on flexibility exercises and balance training.

Okay, I can forget about the weight training. That’s not going to happen anytime soon while I’m dealing with a rotator cuff tear. But there’s that flexibility and balance training again. It’s clear I should give yoga a try. And as an added bonus, if I yoga my heart out for an hour each week, I’m half way to meeting the five day requirement–well, almost.

Being a firm believer in having the best of both worlds, I attended my first yoga class on Tuesday; I rescheduled my pedicure for Thursday. The choice wasn’t so complicated afterall.

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Elvis

If you’ve been following my blog, you know I swept in and out of Memphis, TN with two friends for a three day weekend last month. We packed in a lot of sightseeing and activities, but we didn’t have time to visit the King’s house–Elvis, that is.

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I happened to mention that fact to one of my younger co-workers shortly after I returned. And she said to me, “You call that guy who died on his toilet from a drug overdose a king?”

Not exactly what I wanted to hear after a truly great weekend adventure. I tried to explain to her what it had been like seeing Elvis for the very first time on the Ed Sullivan Show.

What I found out was, it is impossible to define the “Phenomenon of Elvis” to young people who cannot comprehend a time when there were NO Super Stars.

Then came Elvis.

So, here was my dilemma. How could I possibly explain about the young Elvis that the world fell in love with? How could I tell her what a fresh faced boy he was back then, when all she is familiar with is the unfortunate last act of his life. In a way, it broke my heart, because I grew up with Elvis and I know that, although it appeared he had “everything”– money, fame, adulation– he also had a really rough ride. He was literally trapped in his compound at Graceland. He agonized and begged to be able to make movies that would allow him to act, but the studios insisted he star in movies that they believed his public craved, and maybe we did. His music was the only freedom he was afforded.

Of all the movies he starred in, he liked only one–Jailhouse Rock

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To top that off, Elvis had no idea what it meant to be an internationally known Super Star. Why? Because he was the first. He was “it.” How does a kid who grew up in a small country town handle that? Who can instruct him? There were no footsteps to follow.

Superstar! We have plenty of them today, but none– repeat none–come even close to the King’s popularity. He was known throughout the world. Here is a statue of him in Jerusalem.

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January 8th was Elvis Presley’s birthday. People all over the world remembered him especially on this day. Following is a comment posted on a blog that originates in Ireland

Elvis Presley was remembered here in Ireland as our national radio service RTE1 played his beautiful music on his birthday.

Did ever a vocalist’s voice reach right around the globe like Elvis’s did? and light up millions of peoples, lives like no other, before or since.

They loved him in Germany then and now

In the quaint little town of Bad Nauheim, it was “big love big heartache” every day when young ladies back in the 50s wrote their phone numbers with lipstick on the typical German garden fence outside the king’s villa. Aging German locals report that every night the wooden fence would be cleaned to make room for more love notes.

“He still preoccupies us, he’s well-known across the generations, and he brought about a sexual, musical and social revolution,” said the head of a German museum that hosted a recent Elvis exhibition.

Unlike any other performer before him, he spawned an industry.

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He met Presidents and Heads of State. Crazed crowds of people clamored to see him at every airport.

And when he passed on to the stardom in the sky, many countries outside the U.S. built monuments for him like this one in Germany.

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So, “To answer your original question, dear, Elvis remains The King, in spite of his final curtain. I doubt there will ever be another like him.”

New Year’s Resolutions and Non-Resolutions

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I don’t do it anymore–make New Year’s Resolutions, that is. After 60+ years, I know better.

Evidently, I’m in good company. Mark Twain wasn’t too keen on New Year’s Resolutions, either.

…Mark Twain has written of New Year’s Resolutions, “Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual. Yesterday, everybody smoked his last cigar, took his last drink, and swore his last oath. Today, we are a pious and exemplary community. Thirty days from now, we shall have cast our reformation to the winds and gone to cutting our ancient shortcomings considerably shorter than ever.” read full post here

But there is one thing I do each year. I pull out the books I’ve been journaling in for over thirty years, and I reread some of my favorite sayings collected over the years.

Some of them mean something totally different to me now then they did twenty or thirty years ago when I first wrote them. Take for instance this one by Eleanor Roosevelt, No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.

When I first wrote this in my journal back in the sixties, women were scrambling uphill to establish equal footing with men. I recited it out loud, over and over again like a mantra. The “little woman” stereotype in me was attempting to break out and reach for hitherto impossible things. Believe me, it wasn’t an easy concept to grasp–this freedom to be whoever I wanted to be. It was a time when every young woman needed a mantra and this one was mine.

I saved another one from Eleanor Roosevelt that still rings out loud and clear to me. You must do the thing that you think you cannot do. This one started me on the path I’ve walked for the rest of my life.

I’ve learned that I don’t always have to conform. I think the reward for conformity is everyone likes you but yourself. Attributed to Rita Mae Brown.

Learning who to befriend is big, too. Claudette Colbert said it best. It’s more important what’s in a woman’s face than what’s on it.

I like to believe the older I get, the wiser I become. Reading over the sayings that are dear to my heart each year reinforce that belief. I’ve learned it’s important to “live” from Dorothy McCall. One cannot have wisdom without living life.

Also, from Joan Baez, You don’t get to choose how you are going to die. Or when. You can only decide how you’re going to live. Now.

And it appears many people are collectors of sayings. These are a few from Lee Cantrell’s blog:

I’d like to think that this one is a good description of me:
“It is hard to fail, but it is worse never to have tried to succeed.” – Theodore Roosevelt
Lastly, since I just quit my job, I guess this one is really me:
“I’d rather be a failure at something I enjoy than a success at something I hate.” – George Burns read full post here

Once I’ve read through all my journals, there’s no reason to make a resolution. Life leads, and I follow.

Memphis, Tennessee & Tunica, Mississippi

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Did you know Memphis is situated in the southwest corner of Tennessee and that it shares its borderline with Mississippi and Arkansas? Well, it seemed to my friends and me that we should, at the very least, have lunch in one of these two bordering states. We decided to drive over the bridge into Mississippi. What a surprise we had in store!

Our first stop was Mississippi’s Visitor Center, where we learned we were 15 minutes away from a large gaming area in the small town of Tunica. The casino aspect didn’t interest us much because we were hungry, but we figured a casino would have multiple restaurants to choose from. The Horseshoe Casino caught our eye.

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Lucky for us, because we ate at their unforgettable buffet restaurant. Words cannot describe the immense array of food offered there.

Picture yourself standing in the middle of a shopping mall’s food court having no need to decide what you want to eat, because you can eat everything: Italian, Oriental, Southern, The Grille, Southwest, Barbeque, Salads, Soups, Desserts and Ice Cream Sundae Bar. I’ve probably forgotten a few, believe it or not.

With appetites sated, we headed back to Memphis to shop.

A word about Beale Street–I was expecting something similar to Bourbon Street in New Orleans, but Beale Street is much shorter, only extends about a block to two. Therefore, it doesn’t have as many shops, but what it lacks in shopping, it makes up for in good food and fantastic music. The entire time spent on Beale Street is a party for the senses.

After that unbelievable lunch at the Horseshoe, we thought we would never eat again, but the next day, we found ourselves at Pig On Beale.

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There is one important fact to know about BBQ, it comes “wet” or “dry.” At the Pig, you can order your ribs with a dry rub. Take it from me, if you’re ever at the Pig, dry is the way to go.

The final Memphis highlight that I will touch on has a lot of “soul.”

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We had time to visit one museum and, boy, did we make a good choice. Music, with just the right mixture of history, made for a memorable visit.

If there was one negative about Memphis, it would be their widespread panhandling. The city doesn’t seem to have a handle on handling their panhandling, which during the day is irritating, but when it’s dark, it’s really scary.

Other than that, there’s lots more to do in and around Memphis, but we ran out of time.

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December-The Perfect Month To Reminisce

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Because so many things occur in the month of December, dreaming up something to write about is as easy as 1-2-3. I’m here to spur you on with some writing ideas because I know how important your memories are, even if you don’t realize it yet yourself.

The obvious choices are Hanukkah, Christmas and Kwanzaa. Maybe you remember one that remains a true highlight in your mind. It should be shared. Write it down now. Your family and friends will someday be thankful to relive it with you through your written words.

Speaking of words; maybe you’re thinking that you can’t write. The truth is, writers wouldn’t want you to know this, but journaling is simple because all you do is write the same way you talk. Write as if you were telling the story to your grandchild or to your next door neighbor. If you can talk, you can write.

Getting back to the holidays, maybe you can’t think of one that stands out as being special. Well, this year is another year. Write something about this year’s holiday.

Maybe you hate holidays. Some people do, you know. There are numerous other things you can write about this month.

  • On December 1, 1955, Rosa Parks sat down in a bus and almost single-handedly started the Civil Rights Movement. Her day is commemorated each year on December 1st, Rosa Parks Day. What were you doing in 1955? Want to refresh your memory about the Rosa Parks. Go to her website http://rosaparks.org/index.html
  • What do you remember about the Women’s Movement? The First Susan B. Anthony Dollar appreared on December 6, 1978.
  • Where were you when Pearl Harbor was bombed on December 7, 1941?
  • Maybe you’re more interested in science. Write about the Winter Solstice, when the earth moves closest to the sun. It happens this year on December 22nd. If you want to learn more, go to http://www.candlegrove.com/solstice.html
  • On a lighter note, write about the swell times you had looking at the Howdy Doody Show. It premiered on December 27, 1947. If you were lucky enough to have a television, you were probably watching Clarabelle and the rest of the gang. If you didn’t have a television, write about that–living without TV.

Trust me, writing about yourself is easy as pie. And if you still can’t bring yourself to share a memory, share a pie recipe.

Candy Cigarettes

I like to write “remember when” essays, and yesterday I got to thinking about penny candy and how wonderful it felt to buy a handful of candy with a few copper pennies. One of my favorites was candy cigarettes: all sugar, shaped like a real cigarette with one tip painted red.

It was my intention to go on the web and find a picture of the candy to attach to this post. Imagine my surprise to find that candy cigarettes are a very controversial topic. Who knew?

According to Science Daily

ScienceDaily (Jun. 19, 2007) — New research suggests that playing with candy cigarettes may favorably set the minds of some children towards becoming future cigarette smokers.

And the British Medical Association, (BMA) reports, candy cigarettes have actually been banned in some countries.

Candy cigarettes have reportedly been restricted or banned in many countries, including Canada, the United Kingdom, Finland, Norway, Australia, Bahrain, Kuwait, Oman, Qatar, Saudi Arabia, and the United Arab Emirates. In the United States, legislation banning candy cigarettes has been proposed unsuccessfully at the federal level in 1970 and in 1990, in 11 states, and in New York City. Only one US jurisdiction, North Dakota, has ever banned candy cigarettes. (That ban in 1953 was repealed in 1967.)

Who knew?

All I wanted to do was reminisce a little about how I loved those candy cigarettes. I remember sucking on the end until it came to a sharp point. Although, upon recollection, I don’t think I ever put the “lit” end into my mouth, so I suppose they did represent a real cigarette to me.

And, looking back, I did become an adult smoker, so maybe the test results are valid. Oh, didn’t I tell you there have been actual tests run? It appears that kids who smoke pretend cigarettes grow up  and become adults who smoke real cigarettes ?

 “Candy cigarettes: do they encourage children’s smoking?” This study found that sixth graders who reported having used candy cigarettes were twice as likely to have also smoked tobacco cigarettes, regardless of parental smoking status. Additionally, 5-11 year olds in focus groups consistently identified candy cigarettes as “smoking toys,”  BMA

Sheesh!

The next time I decide to write a “remember when” memoir, I’ll try to stick with something that is less controversial like Tinkertoys, Teaberry Chewing Gum, or Tangee Lipstick, which I loved to wear when I was a young teen.

Have You Thought About Birds Lately?

My screened-in porch faces two tall trees that are especially attractive to different species of nesting birds, and both trees are used annually for this purpose. One of the trees has a hole in its trunk, the perfect size for a nest. The other tree is particularly inviting to birds that prefer to build outdoor nests high up off the ground using twigs and leaves and stuff.

This year, Red-Bellied Woodpeckers have been flitting in and out of the hole. I haven’t seen the babies yet, but the mom and pop are hard to miss.

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This particular woodpecker is the reason I became interested in birds back in 1994. That was the first time I ever saw one. I walked out onto the patio and he was standing by a row of evergreen trees in my backyard, examining his surroundings. At first, I was drawn to him because of his bright coloring. I leaned my elbows on the railing and rested my chin on my fists, and tried to be as invisible as possible. while he conducted a thorough survey of the yard. When he finally flew up into the trees and disappeared within the branches, I was hooked. The very next day, I bought my first bird guidebook.

Since then, I haven’t seen another Red-Bellied Woodpecker, so this year I’m having the time of my life watching and waiting for the birth of new baby woodpeckers.

Now for the rest of the story. (And you thought only Paul Harvey said that.)

I noticed this past weekend that there hasn’t been much bird activity out back. Usually, in addition to the woodpecker nest, there are loads of other birds chirping and flapping from one tree to another — frivolity reigns– at least that’s what it seems like to me, the observer.

However, on Saturday, when I sat on the porch to finish my cup of tea, I missed the frenzied pandemonium. A curious pall had settled in. Then something large flew overhead and cast an enormous shadow on the ground. When it came into view, I realized why things had become so still and quiet. Nesting in the other tree was a Red-Tailed Hawk.

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The wing-span on these hawks is colossal.

Being able to observe another nesting pair so closely should’ve given me a warm, fuzzy feeling. Instead, I fretted over “my” woodpecker nest. Would they have to abandon their nest? It appeared every other bird in the neighborhood decided to vacate.

But, so far, the woodpeckers have remained steadfast. Surprisingly, the hawks have kept to their own tree. As the weekend came to a close, both sets of parents appeared to be living in harmony. Still, I ‘m a nervous wreck.

Of course, my woodpeckers are not the only birds in harm’s way. The recent oil spill in the San Francisco Bay left birds suffering with people helplessly watching in despair. For an eyewitness account, visit a blog written by a gentleman who lives in San Francisco.

http://raptorgallery.wordpress.com/2007/11/09/oil-spills/

Tradition

Last weekend I returned a plastic food container to my neighbor. Days before, when she first handed it to me, it contained three slices of marble cheesecake. I returned it to her filled with homemade lasagna. In my family, a food container is never returned to its original owner empty. It’s tradition.

I became aware of this tradition when I was around five years old. While my mother and father worked days, my grandmother became my babysitter. Quite often she handed me a bowl of food covered with waxed paper and instructed me to deliver it to her next door neighbor, or sometimes to the lady who lived two doors away. In those days, you did what you were told and didn’t ask too many questions, but one day I decided to ask.

She explained that for generations her family never returned an empty bowl to a friend.  (Remember there were no plastic containers in those days, the usual vessel was some type of bowl). Of course, I wanted to know why. I remember the rest of the conversation as if it was yesterday.

“The bowl of food symbolizes my good wishes that my friend’s family will always be free from want.

I understood the term “free from want” because my grandmother used it quite often in connection with my poor eating habits, telling me how children in other parts of the world were starving, and how I was fortunate to be “free from want.” Consequently, no explanation was needed there, but I did wonder how she would answer my next question. What about the time you put a penny in the bowl that you returned to Mrs. Bernolli?”

I distincly remembered that penny because I heard it jingling as I walked down the block and when I looked through the waxed paper into the bowl, there it was, a penny. I swirled it around and listened to it tinkle all the way to Mrs. Bernolli’s house.

My grandmother smiled. “Ah, the penny.  I didn’t have enough food to share with her that day. When she received the penny, I knew she would understand. My wish to her was the same, even though I could only show it with a penny.”

Now we were getting down to the nitty-gritty. “Are we poor, Grandmom?”

“No, we are rich–in spirit. If you remember nothing else I ever tell you, child, remember this–never return an empty bowl to anyone. It’s tradition.”

I never forgot. That’s why my neighbor received a container of lasagna last weekend.

All this talk about food got me to wondering about other traditions and I found a couple of interesting ones.

On Whit Sunday in England, they have a Bread and Cheese Throwing Tradition.

Did you ever wonder where the traditions of the tiered wedding cake, and toasting the newly-wed couple came from?

Long ago in France, it was the custom for villagers to throw buns into a pile in preparation for the wedding feast. A clever baker decided to take some bun-like pastries stuffed with cream and fastened them as a pyramid, like the mound of buns, creating a tall cone of caramel-coated cream puffs called croque-en-bouche (“crisp in the mouth”). The cone may be topped with caged doves, which are released to symbolize the newlyweds’ departure from their families.

In Brittany, the wedding party and the bride and groom drink from a glass of brandy poured over a piece of white bread, symbolic of the beginning of the “toasting” custom. The couple has the last sip and eats the bread for good luck.

And, in your wildest dreams, did you ever think there could be a tradition involving April Fish?

In German an April Fools’ prank is called “Aprilscherz”, in Dutch “aprilgrap”, in Danish “aprilsnar”… you get the picture. But in some places, it is called an “April Fish”: the “poisson d’Avril” in French, the “Aprilvis” in Dutch and the “Pesce d’Aprile” in Italian.

Any kind of April Fool’s prank can be called an April Fish, but often it is a very simplest prank, consisting in the attempt to attach a piece of paper cut in the shape of a fish onto someone’s back, without that person noticing. When after some time, during which the victim is the unwitting butt of the joke, he or she finds out, everyone shouts “April Fish!” Traditionally, a real dead fish was stuck onto the victim’s back, with the intention that he would eventually notice it by its smell.

The name “April Fish” is also applied to the victim of the joke. The idea is that an April fish is a very young fish, and thus easily “caught”.

Traditions. There must be thousands of them around the globe.

In my particular case, when I stood on my neighbor’s doorstep last week and handed her the container, she felt its weight, squinched-up her eyebrows, and got this puzzled look on her face.

I laughed and gave her the short version of my story and told her, “My grandmother is making sure your family remains free from want.”

She was still smiling and shaking her head as she watched me jump back into my car and drive away.

WORD PLAY

I’ve already mentioned the importance of taking the time to journal once in awhile so that a small part of your history will remain alive forever on a written page. It’s important, and I’ll keep saying it.

But sometimes, it’s important to have fun with words, too. With that in mind, I’d like to introduce you to a contest that the Washington Post conducts annually. It’s call the Annual Neologism Contest. Readers are encouraged to begin with a common word, but give it a new meaning. For example:

Coffee – The person upon whom one coughs.

Balderdash – A rapidly receding hairline.

Flabbergasted – Appalled over how much weight you have gained.

 Another portion of the contest, and my favorite, invites readers to again start with a common word, but this time add one letter, or take away one letter, or change one letter. Then supply a new definition. Some examples:

Giraffiti – Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.

Karmageddon – It’s like when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it’s like, a serious bummer.

Decafalon – The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.

If you’d like to see the entire list, go to Washington Post Annual Neologism Contest Winners. Enjoy.

And don’t forget, think seriously about writing something down, any little thing will do just fine. It doesn’t have to be clever, it just has to be about YOU.