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shadowkatTook another walk around Greenwood Cemetery - which is about three quarters of a mile from my home or a twenty-minute walk, depending on how fast I walk it and how many obstacles I have to go around.
It was about a two hour walk and some change. Left around 3, and got back around 5:15. 3.9 miles or thereabouts. Sunny. Warm. In the low eighties. I was sweating heavily. So took a shower when I got home. Considering how much I've been sweating this year - it's a bit of a blessing that I'm working remotely from home and no one sees or smells me.
We find the silver lining wherever we can. Talked to mother - and saw a brief blurb of the sociopath in the White House aka the Terrorist - which I don't watch. Mother was depressing - I can see why she wants to sleep all the time and is depressed. She has decided that the Terrorist will be re-elected and we'll end up in WWIII. So I went on a walk to shake the negative mojo. Mother was also making ice cream - very loudly - in the background.
The walk did me a world of good. Kicked all of the negative mojo out.
Yes, there were the nitwits not wearing masks, several from my own building - but I rarely see anyone in my building - so not a big deal. And it was only three people, on the sidewalks - maybe five or six altogether, and in the Cemetery - we all take our masks off if we are alone or more than six feet apart, which is true about 98% of the time. Every time we come close to each other in the Cemetery, everyone puts on their masks, greets one another and passes by - or you find ways to avoid each other completely - which is doable in Greenwood Cemetery - not so much anywhere else - but doable there.
Also being outside with the birds, the grass, the trees, the flowers, and the bright sun and blue sky - the city in the distance, and the cars a distant roar and rarely seen - is good for the soul. It's restorative.
Better than a gym. I don't know how long I'll have access to it - it's normal hours are 11- 4pm on weekdays, and 8-4pm on weekends, they've extended them for the pandemic. But I'm really only living one day at a time at the moment. No more no less.
I read recently that Michelle Obama in her recent pod-cast had described feeling like she was suffering from a low-grade depression. The article stated the ways to fend it off were: exercise, sleep, eating regularly, sticking to a schedule, and doing things you enjoy. Which I'm doing. I'm controlling the little things that I can, which is myself, and no more or less than that. Right now, charging the robot vacuum so I can vacuum the apartment. (It got thrown off last week apparently when they shut off the electricity.)
The above picture is of the crematorium at the Cemetery. It's quite well done. Everything at this cemetery is well done. And the grounds generally speaking are well-kept, they've had to clear a lot, so there's still some dead branches here and there.
The news? I can't watch any more. I feel like I'm watching a train wreck in slow motion or as one person put it - we're all on the Titanic and we're all screaming "ice berg! ice berg!" but no one is listening. So, I'm taking a break from it. There's nothing I can do. But hope.
And while I was musing on all this, and feeling kind of despairing...I stumbled across this sign, which I'll leave you with..because it lifted my spirits and reminded me that the world is not as dark as it looks.
It was about a two hour walk and some change. Left around 3, and got back around 5:15. 3.9 miles or thereabouts. Sunny. Warm. In the low eighties. I was sweating heavily. So took a shower when I got home. Considering how much I've been sweating this year - it's a bit of a blessing that I'm working remotely from home and no one sees or smells me.
We find the silver lining wherever we can. Talked to mother - and saw a brief blurb of the sociopath in the White House aka the Terrorist - which I don't watch. Mother was depressing - I can see why she wants to sleep all the time and is depressed. She has decided that the Terrorist will be re-elected and we'll end up in WWIII. So I went on a walk to shake the negative mojo. Mother was also making ice cream - very loudly - in the background.
The walk did me a world of good. Kicked all of the negative mojo out.
Yes, there were the nitwits not wearing masks, several from my own building - but I rarely see anyone in my building - so not a big deal. And it was only three people, on the sidewalks - maybe five or six altogether, and in the Cemetery - we all take our masks off if we are alone or more than six feet apart, which is true about 98% of the time. Every time we come close to each other in the Cemetery, everyone puts on their masks, greets one another and passes by - or you find ways to avoid each other completely - which is doable in Greenwood Cemetery - not so much anywhere else - but doable there.
Also being outside with the birds, the grass, the trees, the flowers, and the bright sun and blue sky - the city in the distance, and the cars a distant roar and rarely seen - is good for the soul. It's restorative.
Better than a gym. I don't know how long I'll have access to it - it's normal hours are 11- 4pm on weekdays, and 8-4pm on weekends, they've extended them for the pandemic. But I'm really only living one day at a time at the moment. No more no less.
I read recently that Michelle Obama in her recent pod-cast had described feeling like she was suffering from a low-grade depression. The article stated the ways to fend it off were: exercise, sleep, eating regularly, sticking to a schedule, and doing things you enjoy. Which I'm doing. I'm controlling the little things that I can, which is myself, and no more or less than that. Right now, charging the robot vacuum so I can vacuum the apartment. (It got thrown off last week apparently when they shut off the electricity.)
The above picture is of the crematorium at the Cemetery. It's quite well done. Everything at this cemetery is well done. And the grounds generally speaking are well-kept, they've had to clear a lot, so there's still some dead branches here and there.
The news? I can't watch any more. I feel like I'm watching a train wreck in slow motion or as one person put it - we're all on the Titanic and we're all screaming "ice berg! ice berg!" but no one is listening. So, I'm taking a break from it. There's nothing I can do. But hope.
And while I was musing on all this, and feeling kind of despairing...I stumbled across this sign, which I'll leave you with..because it lifted my spirits and reminded me that the world is not as dark as it looks.
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Date: 2020-08-09 07:26 pm (UTC)