Fifty Things I’m Proud Of

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I’m currently reading through the book The Right to Write by Julia Cameron. It’s a book of essays paired with practical writing exercises to get the pen moving across the page or the keys typing on the laptop.

I took the book, a pen, and notebook to the local coffee shop this morning to jump-start my writing. Today’s exercise was to write a list of fifty things I’m proud of. When I write a list of anything, moving beyond ten to twenty items is a stretch. Yet I took the time and made a list of fifty items. Some may not be things to be proud of, but it felt like an accomplishment to complete the list.

I think creative writing may be approached with a toddler mentality. 

Toddlers don’t filter or censor their thoughts. They express exactly how they feel at every moment. You know where you stand with them. They pick up crayons and color with abandon, outside of the lines, and draw what they think of as pretty, even if it doesn’t make sense to an adult. I hope to become a toddler every time I write.

Today’s List of Fifty Things I’m Proud Of:

1. Putting myself through grad school while working full time.
2. Resigning from work at the beginning of Covid-19 to save my own life – Life Over Money.
3. Studying the flute with Julius Baker, former principal flutist of the New York Philharmonic.
4. Having the guts to get on an airplane to Italy for an audition to study the flute. It worked.
5. The two weeks I ate nothing but ramen noodles so I could buy a plane ticket, with cash, to fly to Germany.
6. Persevering after my knee accident.
7. Having the faith to pick up pen and paper, even when I feel like I have nothing to say.
8. Getting up in the morning and going places, even when I don’t feel like it.
9. Taking care of my car so that it works and is safe to drive.
10. Reaching out to others, even when it feels awkward.
11. Cultivating my curious mind.
12. Keeping up with current events, no matter how distressing those events may be.
13. Adhering to the belief that a book is of no use unless it’s picked up and read – with knowledge applied.
14. A strong sense of right and wrong. Even when I’ve strayed, it’s possible to find my way back to doing the right thing.
15. Excessive tipping. The people who serve you need to be served.
16. The ability to endure crushing loneliness.
17. Not giving in to the easy outs of drugs and alcohol. I understand only too well that life inflicts unbearable pain at times, but this is not the way to deal with it.
18. Losing 30 pounds.
19. Realizing I’m a work in progress and I have a lifetime to work on myself.
20. Faith in God, no matter what.
21. The realization that I’m a procrastinator and that I’m taking action, instead.
22. That while I worked in Manhattan, I spent, but I also saved. That was a lifesaver when Covid-19 hit.
23. The recognition that change is entirely up to me.  Every day, and in every manner.
24. Love of Bollywood movies – embracing a culture that is not my own.
25. Self-recognition – admitting limitations and living with or changing those limitations.
26. Taking out the garbage. Literally, as no one else is there to do it for me.
27. Offering advice with love and candor.
28. The ability to knit, crochet, and create beautiful craft projects.
29. My love of art and color. It influences my ability to write.
30. Running a household and paying all bills on time. I’m grateful for the ability to do this.
31. Recognition of social injustice. Life is not fair to many and there is no excuse to remain ignorant of this fact.
32. Forgiveness. This is difficult in the middle of suffering but necessary for moving on.
33. Ice Skating and Roller Skating – my goodness, how I enjoyed these activities when I was a teenager, and miss them now.
34. Adaptability. Life changes and we need to give up on some things to gain new experiences and achievable dreams.
35. Writing. When it works, it’s self-transforming and magical.
36. The word ‘goodbye.” It’s necessary to be able to pull the plug on things not working and to be able to start over again.
37. Intuition – listening to your “gut” or “inner voice” resolves many a problem before it starts.
38. Health – avoiding life’s destructive habits and maintaining the health you have brings great energy to life activities.
39. Tact – the ability to assess a situation and advise others while avoiding hurt or harm.
40. Affection – The possibility to remain open to love at all times, and to share feelings with others.
41. Analysis – being able to come up with creative solutions to challenges remains helpful, especially at work.
42. Tipping – this is often overlooked and is the moment to serve others. (Note – This is a slight repeat of number 15, but that’s okay. It’s a good thought!)
43. Organization – The purpose of planning a day is to maximize the use of work time, family time, and recreational time.
44. Caffeine Management – Knowing that a coffee (meaning – ONE) is enough in the morning and not to be consumed before bedtime unless I really do want to stay awake at 3 a.m.
45. A Full Desk – I’m not wondering where pens, papers, stamps, and envelopes are. There’s plenty of scotch tape. Spare cards can be sent out for sympathy, or for a get-well.
46. Cleanliness. Friends can drop by for a visit or a coffee at a moment’s notice.
47. Celebration – Knowing that special occasions are to be recognized and enjoyed.
48. Maturity – A person lucky enough to live to 80 or 90 has a lot to say about life, and lessons learned. Let’s listen to them!
49. Leadership – There are moments when someone needs to make a decision. And it’s not always the loudest voice in the room that needs to make the decision, either.
50. Introspection – The moments to break away, reflect upon life’s course, and steer in a new direction are always welcome.

What are the fifty items on your list?

Source consulted: Cameron, Julia (1998). The Right to Write: An Invitation and Initiation into the Writing Life. New York: Jeremy P. Tarcher/Putnam, a member of Penguin Putnam Inc.

My First Pet

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My first pet, truly mine alone and not to be shared with others, is a gerbil I acquired when I was in the fourth grade. Our teacher came to class one day and ushered us toward a table containing a large glass tank. The tank contained a bunch of shredded paper and two tiny animals that looked like mice.

The teacher announced that very soon, the mama was going to have babies, and if we wanted one to take home, we would need to ask our parents to send a note to the school, granting permission.

I went home and asked my father, and he agreed. In retrospect, this surprises me as he was traveling a lot for work and was not going to be the one responsible for my pet. He helped me to get the cage and a little wheel that the gerbil could run on. 

The cage also had a small water bottle, and I fed the gerbil with small pellets of food.

I do remember my gerbil’s name but as the names of first or childhood pets are often used as a banking security question, I will make up a name here and call my gerbil “Clowny.”

Clowny is an apt name for this particular gerbil, who loved to keep me awake with its antics by running on the wheel at all times of the day and night. Sometimes this was comforting, though. If it was late at night and I felt lonely, I would listen, and soon enough, Clowny would start running. Then I would fall asleep.

The unfortunate thing about gerbils is that they are not animals with long lives. Clowny passed away by the time I was in sixth grade, and I was miserable. I found a shoebox, shredded a bunch of paper, and made it into a coffin for Clowny. I carried the shoebox around our apartment for two days. Dad was merciful, and when I was asleep, he removed the shoebox and told me that Clowny had to go to gerbil heaven.

Clowny’s demise was one of my first experiences with death. I mourned the passing of Charlotte, the fictional spider of E.B. White’s Charlotte’s Web, but Clowny was real, and truly loved. My gerbil was not a cat or a dog, but it was my first pet and I’ll always cherish the memory of our brief time together.

Please Don’t Do This

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Two months ago, one of my neighbors committed suicide.

I don’t know why she did, but in a way I do. The pandemic has been hard on everyone. We have all suffered a loss in some way, whether it is in losing a job, a person, or hope for the future. We now have war in Ukraine, soaring gas prices, and the volatility of a stock market sucking away the possibility or plausibility of retirement.

On a good day, focusing on any one of these points is enough to make a person want to phone it in and take a mental health day to stroll the beach. I cope by leaving cable news turned off. I work in silence unless the silence becomes unbearable to the point of wanting to hear another voice. I’ll then flip through Spotify and crank up the music.

My neighbor, who became a friend during the past year and a half, suffered the same loss as I did. She lost her job, which was a part of her identity. Our stories were similar up until the point where the jobs ended. I resigned, but she was fired. Losing a job is stressful enough but to be fired is a true blow to the ego. You’re being rejected, and told you’re no longer wanted.

We went for coffee one day and talked about our job loss experiences. I told her that the day before I left New York for six months, I mailed my office desk keys back to Manhattan. It felt like a failure. She told me that in her case, arrangements were made for her laptop to be picked up and turned in. I said, “I left so suddenly that I forgot my shoes. I have a $200.00 pair of shoes that I bought in Washington D.C., and they’re still sitting beneath my desk.”

Over the course of several months, my neighbor networked, interviewed, and landed a part-time position at a top financial firm. In the midst of promise and moving ahead, a family tragedy struck and she was pulled in several different directions in coping with it. Her employer was generous, permitting flexible work hours. They liked her so much, that they offered her a full-time position.

It was close to this time that things changed. She did not want to talk on the phone or meet for coffee, anymore. I sent a Christmas card, and she texted, “I don’t send Christmas cards.” I remember feeling hurt by that. Who doesn’t send a Christmas card back, or say thank you? I wish I had seen it as an indication that something was wrong.

I texted her on her birthday a few weeks later. I rarely saw her after that. Then her father stopped me one morning and told me he had to take her to the hospital because she tried to hurt herself. She was discharged, and she was about to start full-time work. They still wanted her.

But she decided, “No.” That Sunday night, she decided it was time to leave.

She was supposed to start work on Monday morning.

We’ve heard this public service announcement before, but it bears repeating. If you or anyone you know is hurting to the point of needing help, and contemplating suicide, the phone number for the National Suicide hotline is 800-273-8255.

Please don’t do this to your family, friends, and loved ones.

Best Evergreen Romantic Song | Lata Mangeshkar — Nelsapy

I’d like to share Nelsapy’s post to honor Lata Mangeskar, who passed away at the age of 92. She is affectionately known to her fans as Lata Didi and will be honored with two days of national mourning throughout India. During the national mourning, India’s national flag will be flown at half-mast.

It’s an honor to pay tribute to those who give so much of themselves to the world.

The Small Things

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Today I made a phone call to set an appointment to have my car inspected and serviced.

It took two weeks for me to make the call, and I spent the past month thinking about it, on and off, during my workdays.

The call lasted for a minute.

But how many minutes did I spend and waste thinking about it?  How silly!

It was much easier to make the call instead of thinking about making the call.

I’ve been working on doing the following:  I set one small “must be done” task for the day and then do it.  For example: after calling to make the car appointment, I decided to take a work break walk to pick up a salad and some bottled water.  Yes, it’s annoying to walk outside during the cold winter.  It’s also a way to get away from the drudgery of working on the laptop and to keep moving.

During working hours, I don’t always have time to stop everything and go for a 10 or 15-minute walk.  But it’s acceptable to get up for a two-to-three-minute mini-walk, which I do throughout the day.  It’s a way to exercise without really exercising, and those minutes add up. 

I haven’t chosen tomorrow’s mini task, but tonight’s task will be going to sleep at a decent hour. 

That’s a major task, with the sublime benefit of rest, so I’ll be able to power through all the small tasks tomorrow.

Winter Hibernation

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This is how I spent the frozen snowstorm weekend:

I cooked from scratch earlier in the week, so yesterday I had chicken tikka masala supplemented with store-bought naan bread. I heated the naan in a pan with some butter. It was so good that I wish everyone was here to have some. This afternoon I had lentil soup with kale, broccoli, carrots, and sweet potato. I’ll have the leftover chicken for dinner tonight.

I’ve been watching Netflix and recommend the series “Love” with actors Paul Rust and Gillian Jacobs. I finished watching that last night and was so sad that there was no more left to watch. At this point, I will return to an old favorite, “Grey’s Anatomy,” which takes forever to watch but which I become tired of watching after a few episodes.

I finished reading a cowboy romance novel, “Rancher’s Christmas Storm” by Maisey Yates. I read the novel “The Forgotten” by David Baldacci, between yesterday and today. I started reading “The Complete Handbook of Novel Writing” by Meg Leder, Jack Heffron, and the editors of Writer’s Digest. I’m reading the first edition; there are two editions, and both are on my bookshelf.

I have been writing, although not posting, and I’m not writing a novel yet. One can plan, outline and dream, though!  

Since the storm is over, I strapped on my winter boots this afternoon and went to the garage to check up on my car. I’m grateful that the car started up despite the cold weather. I sat in the driver’s seat, put on some music, and the heater, of course.  

The walk outside was great, although it was freezing. The sidewalks need more shoveling. Almost everyone wore sturdy boots. I saw a man walking with a cane and thought he was brave to be out and about. I didn’t linger during the walk and felt glad when I arrived home. 

I stopped at the mailbox to pick up my mail, as I didn’t yesterday. But this is the best moment after a cold walk: coming inside and taking my boots off. It feels like an accomplishment after a journey, even a short one. I ripped up the junk mail and threw it out. The only thing I saved was the latest issue of Entertainment Magazine.  

That’s it, a quiet and peaceful weekend.   

Famous Older Siblings

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Did you know they were here first?

Beyonce

Beyonce is the older sister to her sibling, Solange.  Difficult though it is to believe, Queen Bey is already forty and starting off her best decade ever.  She is the mother of three and rocks her marriage to rap star Jay-Z.  Her talent and style have boosted earnings that bring her fifty percent of the way to billionaire status. 

Justin Bieber

Canadian singer Justin Bieber is not yet thirty but is known worldwide for his talent and escapades.  He has settled into marriage and is the oldest sibling of three other children.  He was banned from performing in China due to image issues yet has attained the status of being one of the best-selling musical artists of all time. 

Taylor Swift

Taylor Swift is the older sister to her sibling and brother, Austin.  She became a famous country singer at the age of 16, but the success of her career led to her early music catalog being appropriated and sold by a talent manager who prevented her from performing her own work.  Despite the setback, Taylor has re-recorded the music and continues strong into her 30s.

Sources Consulted:

Mulshine, Molly.  18 Celebrities that are the oldest sibling in their family.  September 10, 2018.  Accessed January 18, 2022, at Celebrities Who Are the Oldest Child (insider.com)

Wikipedia.  Beyonce.  Accessed January 18, 2022, at Beyoncé – Wikipedia

Wikipedia.  Justin Bieber.  Accessed January 18, 2022, at Justin Bieber – Wikipedia

Wikipedia.  Taylor Swift.  Accessed January 18, 2022, at Taylor Swift – Wikipedia  

Camel Facts

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Today’s brief post presents facts about the fascinating desert dweller, the camel.

A camel’s humps are composed of fat, which sustains the animal through long treks and harsh desert living conditions. As a camel draws on its fat during lean times, the humps shrink in appearance. When food and water are restored, the camel’s humps regenerate.

A camel’s long eyelashes prevent sand, grit, and insects from getting into their eyes, especially during windy conditions. Camels have two sets of eyelashes, consisting of keratin, a protein similar in composition to the material of human hair and fingernails.

Camels have a life span of 40 to 50 years, depending upon their species and whether or not they are living in captivity. Since camels subsist on plants and water in the wild, they are fed these same items when held in captivity.

Camels are beautiful and majestic animals, capable of thriving in challenging and arid conditions.

Sources consulted:

Dejan, The Daily Wildlife, June 12, 2021. 5 Amazing Facts About Camel Eyelashes. Accessed January 17, 2022, at https://thedailywildlife.com/camel-eyelashes-facts/Sources consulted:

How Long Do Animals Live – How Long Do Camels Live? Accessed January 17, 2022, at https://howlongdolive.com/camels-lifespan/

Kaminsky, A. All Things Nature – What Purpose Do Camels’ Humps Serve? Accessed January 17, 2022, at https://www.allthingsnature.org/what-purpose-do-camels-humps-serve.htm

Enjoyment

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Today was nothing special, and that is what is special about it.

One of my goals for the year is a personal mantra, and that is, “Use up what you have.”  By this, I mean using up all the material goods I have accumulated at home.

Many of us here have hobbies, and mine is knitting and crocheting.  I have been sorting and using up the yarn that I already have at home and am not buying any more.  This afternoon, I crocheted a few granny squares for a blanket and began making a striped scarf.  I left the television on in the background, and while I crocheted, I watched “Legally Blonde” and then, part of the movie “Knives Out”, which was a murder mystery.  I didn’t see it through to the end but will watch it another time.

As I crocheted, I thought, “I never took the time to just relax and do this.”  I was always busy with work in New York City.  I would collect knitting and crocheting magazines and books from Barnes and Noble on my lunch breaks, then didn’t enjoy using them because I was too tired and stressed at the end of the day.

I still work but working from home is a lot less stressful – at least it is, for me.  When work is done, I am done.

I didn’t sit around all day, however.  I made sure to do my indoor walking as it’s freezing cold here.  I also toted the groceries in from the delivery service.  I made sure there’s a pallet of water on hand which goes in tandem with the walking and good health, in general.

So, as you can read in this post, there is nothing exceptional that happened in the day, but it was a day to relax and enjoy life.  I appreciate focusing on these simple pleasures as they renew and recharge me for the week ahead.

I hope you will take the time to enjoy and relax, as well.

Aaron Copland’s Birthday Celebration

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Over the years I’ve performed in many concerts, but there is one I’ll never forget. 

While I was in high school, I rehearsed and performed with a student orchestra that was conducted by a musician from the New York Philharmonic.  Some of the students who participated were his students, but most of us, like me, were required to audition to participate.  Over the course of two years, the conductor brought other musicians from the Philharmonic to rehearse or play concerts with us.

On one occasion, the conductor invited the composer Aaron Copland to attend a concert we were staging, which honored him by celebrating his birthday. It was a thrill when he accepted and sat in the front row of the auditorium to watch the performance.

The last piece that we were going to perform that day was the “Hoedown” from Copland’s Rodeo Suite.  Mr. Copland indicated that he wanted to conduct the orchestra and took the stage.

The conductor handed the baton to Mr. Copland, but wanting to perform under Mr. Copland himself, he took an instrument from one of the musicians already seated, rushing that unfortunate musician off the stage.  It prevented that student from participating in the remainder of the concert.

The next thing that happened was that in the middle of playing, one of the percussionists accidentally dropped a cymbal on the floor.  Mr. Copland took it in stride, looking up at us and smiling.  The sound of the cymbal crash was awful because it did not drop flat on the floor.  Instead, it rolled around on the floor like the top of a metal garbage can spinning like a hula-hoop before it came to rest.

Despite these two unfortunate incidents, the orchestra had a great time.  On the drive home, my father mentioned that the conductor shouldn’t have told one of the students to leave the stage.  “That looked very bad to the audience,” he said.  We laughed about the cymbal drop, though.  I told dad that Mr. Copland was okay with it.

The following week when I went to rehearsal, we had a new conductor and a gentleman responsible for the administration of the orchestra came to speak to us about what happened.  He said, “We don’t agree about what the conductor did in asking a student to leave the stage.  We also realize that dropping the cymbal was an accident because we all saw what happened.  No students are being asked to leave the orchestra.”

It was two months until graduation, and the rest of our rehearsals passed without incident.  It took another three years of work and auditions in college, to participate in my next orchestra.

Gratitude

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I remind myself that I am glad to be alive, even when things are at their worst, as they are now.

I am glad for the mundane tasks, such as taking the garbage to the recycling bin, and for the time it takes to do the dishes in the sink.

I’m grateful that when I wake up in the morning, I have time to do morning stretches and to contemplate heading into the kitchen to make breakfast.  Lately, breakfast has been the same plain bagel with cream cheese. I’m grateful for the kind, hard-working people who deliver groceries.  They help me, and I don’t have to go out in the cold weather to shop.

I am grateful that I have three orchid plants sitting on my kitchen windowsill, and that all three, in the dead of winter, are choosing this exact moment to sprout blooms.  I’m grateful for the cactus plant growing taller, every day.  I love how it feels when I take a pitcher to water the plants, so they’ll grow, even more.  I feel like I am nurturing my babies.

It has been so quiet, with everyone hibernating in their own apartments.  The only sound I hear is the traffic driving by outside, and the clunk of the steam radiator as it churns out its heat.  I realize it’s a luxury to have heat and to stay warm when it’s thirteen degrees outside.  I have a bed, blankets, and fluffy pillows for comfort.

I have realized that even a pen and a piece of paper are worth gold, in being able to release thoughts to share with others.   A pen, a piece of paper, an envelope, and a stamp are all it takes to make another person’s day. 

I appreciate the love of others and the opportunity to love them back.  Even if we are all at home now, with not much to report, just checking in with a phone call is life-affirming.

May you find gratitude every day, in all your circumstances.

Meal Planning

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Monday is becoming my default shopping and meal planning day.  With Covid-19 numbers skyrocketing, I have been ordering food for delivery from Target instead of hustling to the supermarket during the weekend, when it’s crowded, and where everyone has been handling the items that are stocked.

Trust me, the last time I shopped in person was a few weeks ago, on the day I received my booster vaccination.  As I waited, I saw a gentleman pawing every single piece of produce on the shelf, as though he owned the store.  I thought, “It’s a good thing I don’t want any avocados right now.” I didn’t see guacamole in my future that day.

I keep things very simple, and very inexpensive, in meal planning.  The big-ticket item that I buy for the week is organic chicken breasts, in a two-pound package.  The organic chicken tastes better than regular chicken and cooks in a flash.  I keep the following ingredients on hand:  onions, garlic, lemons, limes, rice, frozen vegetables, fresh carrots, celery, and spices.  I also keep a few cans of tomatoes and tomato paste.  With those ingredients, it’s easy enough to make a chicken dish or a vegetable stir-fry for a few lunches and dinners.

To avoid boredom in taste, I don’t repeat a recipe twice in a row, even if I love it.  I’ve been making a hobby of borrowing cookbooks online from the library and downloading them on the e-reader. 

This past week, I made a Rachel Ray chicken recipe from a borrowed library book, and then a second chicken recipe from one of the cooking magazines I’ve saved.  I have stopped purchasing books, and most of all cookbooks.  Pre-Covid, I pared down the old, unused cookbooks from my kitchen shelf, and donated them to the local library.

I keep a running shopping list, and when I’m out of an item, it goes on the list.  After doing this for a few months, I know exactly what to order every week.  The only extras are ingredients I may not already have on hand, for a new recipe I’m making that week.

The biggest benefit of weekly shopping and planning ahead is that I no longer worry about what I’m having or making to eat that day.  This is a time-saver when working from home.  I don’t have to leave home for takeout food or need to order it in, which becomes expensive with tax and delivery fees.  I heat up lunch and in 10 minutes I’m sitting down to food that tastes better than any takeout, which often arrives cold by the time it’s delivered.

Cheers to continuing healthy food preparation and eating habits!

10,000 Steps a Day

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10,000 steps a day equals five miles!

Since recovering from a personal injury a few months ago, I have been working up to walking 10,000 steps a day.  I could not do so right away, but by the holidays, reached this goal five times between Christmas and New Year’s Day.

If you are out of shape, haven’t walked in a while, or like me, recovering from an accident, the best advice I can impart is to begin where you are.  If 2,500 steps are a stretch, repeat 2,500 for the next two days, move on to 3,000 steps for two days after that, and try to add on another 500 steps per day.  Eventually, you will reach 10,000.

After the first week or so, you may find that you’re able to do far more than you thought you could and will naturally add on your own volume of steps.

The winter weather makes it a challenge to meet the 10,000 steps, but I have worked around it.  I take 10-minute walks inside of my apartment, where the space is large enough between the front door, living room, and sunroom.  I walk back and forth between these three areas, and 10 minutes elapse before I know it.  I have sometimes stretched this out to 15 or 20 minutes, depending on the time of day and how many steps I have left to achieve.

Today I’ve walked a combination of inside and outside.  Tomorrow will be entirely indoors as NY is expecting another winter storm, which will progress from snow to icy rain for most of the day.

I’ve experienced the following in walking, even if only for a 10-minute sprint:

1. I feel energized.  Getting up and away from the laptop for a few minutes during a workday refreshes my mind and I feel ready to go back after a mini break.

• I’m burning more calories.  I didn’t spring for a $200. Fitbit fitness tracker but headed to Amazon to purchase an inexpensive one, for $40.00.  It measures everything I want, comparable to the Fitbit.  I also have the peace of mind knowing that if the tracker breaks, a $40.00 loss is sweeter than a $200.00 loss.

• I’m not stressed.  I feel relaxed after a brief walk, and the fitness tracker display states “relaxed.”  Reading the word “relaxed” in fine print after a walk is priceless.

Step into your sneakers, lace them up, and get moving!

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My First Audition

A Father’s Love and Support

When I was turning fourteen years old, my father brought me to what was the first of many flute auditions I took over the span of my musical life. For this first audition, my father did not tell me what I would be doing, only that he was taking my brother and me out of school for a day the following week, and that I needed to bring my flute and some music with me to the city.

My father never missed work, and he never took me out of school, but since he acted like this was a normal request, I didn’t think anything of it. If my father said it was okay, it was okay. Looking back, I appreciate that he acted like nothing important was happening.

I already had a flute teacher named Helga, who worked at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. She gave me two tickets to the King Tutankhamun exhibit, which were impossible to get. On the day my father took me and my brother to the museum, he handed his ticket to my brother and told us both to go in. That was how my father was. He wanted us to have the experiences he didn’t have when he was growing up.

On the day of the audition, my father took me and my brother upstairs to one of the music school’s offices. A kind woman opened the door to the office, and she stepped out. Her name was Terry, and little did I know on that day that years later, Terry would call me to join a local orchestra where I performed for many years.

I walked into the office, and an older woman was seated at a desk. She asked my name and asked what I was going to play that morning. I chose the Bach sonata in C major, which was one of the few pieces I knew how to play at that time. It was only a few minutes, after which they only smiled and said “Thank you.”

Terry escorted me to the hallway and spoke briefly with my father. I don’t remember what they said, and I don’t remember traveling home that day.

A few weeks later, my father brought me into the city and let me know that I would be going to music school every Saturday for lessons. He taught me how to take the Metro-North commuter train and the bus from the train station, the M104. The M104 took me through Times Square all the way up Broadway to the school, which was a 45-minute ride. This was back in the day, in the late 1970s when the crime was rampant and Times Square was filled with porn theaters, prostitutes, and pimps.

Just before my father died, I asked him what possessed him to let me go to the city on my own, knowing how crazy the city was back then. He said, “I had to learn how to trust you. You were doing well in school and knew how to behave. I knew you would be okay.”

One evening when I was setting up my music stand and flute at rehearsal, Terry said, “Your father believed in your talent. He had to leave work the day he brought you to audition. He couldn’t get anyone to look after you or your brother that day after school, so that’s why he took the both of you out of school that day.”

Although there were many complicated aspects to my relationship with my father, I will never forget that he supported and encouraged my musical talent and development over a lifetime.

The Covid Next Door

One of my best friends has Covid.

The only thing comforting to say is “one of my best friends,” in being fortunate to have more than one good friend, and in realizing, no one else we know has Covid right now.

She lives in my apartment building, and we have been friends for several years. Over time, her family has become my de facto family. Our fathers died within six months of each other. We have cooked for each other, celebrated holidays together, and have mourned the deaths of other neighbors and friends, pre-Covid.

The punishment of this disease, besides the obvious punishment of being ill and perhaps dropping dead, is that when I want to go to my friend to provide her with practical comfort and help, I can’t. She doesn’t want me or anyone else to visit, for the obvious fact of risk, and self-preservation kicks in because I don’t want to become ill myself. I call my friend to ask her what she wants or needs so that I can leave it at her front door. So far, I have delivered bottled water, diet cola, salad, a chicken dinner, almonds, and Neutrogena Hydro Boost whipped body balm as the inside of the apartment building is roasting like a coal-fired pizza oven.

I ordered extra cat food on Amazon so no one needs to leave the building to shop again this week.

She has kept her family at bay and out of her apartment since testing positive a few days ago. They want to come home and carry on as though things are normal, which they aren’t.

A few weeks ago, she asked me to meet for lunch and I told her no. I said, “I need to be selfish now, after being in the hospital for my accident, and am not seeing anyone in person for social events.” I have spoken to her and to our other friends on the phone at length, in lieu of the lunches, dinners, and celebrations we used to enjoy.

No one knows how or when this scourge will end but for now, I refuse to give in to despair and will continue to help my friend in any way possible.

Happy New Year!

Dear All,

I am sorry that I was away from posting on this blog for most of 2021. I was settling back into my full-time return to New York, and what limited writing I did, was posted to the Medium website.

I will be resuming posting here in 2022 and coming back strong.

I was on vacation during the past week and used it as a time of self-reflection and renewal. My personal theme for the year will be creativity and my slogan for the year is “Declutter, clip, and shave.” It feels good to toss papers and materials I am no longer using. I am also recycling the books I’ve read and no longer wish to hold on to.

I don’t set resolutions but have been setting things in motion. I am striving for 10,000 steps per day for fitness, in addition to the 27-pound weight loss of the past six months. I’ll continue that for the new year.

I also like to set a goal of reading 100 books a year. I read 83 books in 2021 and was pleased with it as an accident this past September sidelined most energy and activity.

I wish everyone here an excellent New Year, filled with health, love, peace, prosperity, happiness, and creativity.

Yve

How I Get My Writing Ideas

Photo by Nik Shuliahin on Unsplash

In the spirit of creativity, I thought it would be interesting to share how I get my writing ideas.

I read every day. Sometimes, my ideas will come from newspaper articles, and other times, from writing challenges posted by others. For the past few days, I’ve been submitting responses to writing challenges on the website, Medium. 

I also like to share interesting articles from other writers via Twitter.  I view this as marketing and promotion. There are a lot of great articles written by so many wonderful writers.

It’s impossible to read through everything I bookmark and save, but I read a few items per day to share. I don’t use the promotion as a source for my ideas. I read the articles for the level of writing and structure of their contents.

Lately, many of my ideas are from when I was a musician.  Since music has been a part of my life from childhood onward, it’s a topic which I’ll never be able to exhaust.

The onset of the Covid-19 pandemic prompted me to create this blog as an outlet to avoid feeling isolated, and it was a way to cope with the upheaval of job loss and relocation. I no longer focus on those initial events but acknowledge that Covid-19 still has an impact on my writing and my decision-making, every day.

My fiction reading influences what I would like to write, but I haven’t done so yet.  I’m happy if the story involves a cowboy, a ranch, and Christmas.  I’d write a book called “Cowboy Christmas Surprise” if I could, but that’s already been written by someone else. The book’s title is “The Cowboy’s Christmas Surprise”, written by Harlequin romance author Marie Ferrarella. 

I also like fiction set on the beach, in a beach house, or at a summer resort.  That’s funny because I am not a fan of going to the beach. I hate the feeling of gritty sand in towels and bathing suits but love the ocean and swimming.

Although I write about relationships and family relationships, I’m reluctant to do so. It feels personal, which it is, but I hit “publish” anyway.  I’ve been told I write about relationships with insight, but I think, no more insight than any of the rest of us, as we all have and experience relationships in one form or another.

So – this is where all of the writing ideas come from. Sometimes it’s easy-peasy, and most of the time, it’s a leap of faith.

I look forward to writing for as long as possible.