Gratitude Sunday: Healthful Addictions

Gratitude * Sunday

Quote of the Week – “Addiction isn’t about substance – you aren’t addicted to the substance, you are addicted to the alteration of mood that the substance brings.”
Susan Cheever

Sunday Haiku
Cold sun today gone
tomorrow. Gray seems colder.
Winter is coming.

Sunday Musings
I have a couple addictions. Addictions don’t have to be about drugs or items with negative connotations; some can be strangely healthful, though addictions to certain rings might be especially problematic, my precious. I do feel fortunate my forays into abusive uses of altering substances have been battled with and overcome.

Reading and learning are addictive for me. Like breathing or blood pumping through my veins I cannot go all day without reading. Seriously, if no novels, books of poetry or non-fiction are available, I read food boxes, or ads from those noxious flyers constantly arriving in the mail. I read dictionaries, encyclopedias, road maps, and telephone books. There are worse addictions than filling my eyes and neural net with words.

My other addictions are pretty benign compared to some things one can be addicted to. I buy strawberries every week; I am dependent on my morning strawberry fix. Three days a week I spend an hour and a half in the swimming pool. The pool is such an embedded part of my schedule I frugally buy a year’s membership at a time so I can get the best deal with the most access. It’s so worth it. I feel more “me,” more connected between body and mind, in the pool than just about any other time during my day.

The hubster has his addictions too, which are not mine. His are innocuously benign as well: he loves to fish and he loves guitars and playing music, though both habits are a tad more expensive than mine. So when he came home with a new (to him) boat during my birthday month, I purposely did not go ballistic even though he thought he could get away with springing the news on me. He managed to save the money, got a good deal, and hopefully it will serve his purpose. I trusted him to save small amounts of money (like since his birthday in May), to search for exactly the right boat of the best quality for his money, and to wait until autumn when many people decide they are done with certain sporting-type items and sell at the lowest price. He deserves his small pleasures as much as I do even if it is my birthday month. Maybe he’s still celebrating his birthday month because he’s been saving since then. My benefit? If he catches fish, I don’t have to clean them and I get to eat them.

I take many of my cues for living a good, honest life from indications around me and within minutes of the boat arriving on our property, there were immediate signs which told me to not hold the purchase against him. A double rainbow arced over us as I helped him get the boat out of his truck, thus the boat was light enough for two older people with every-day owies to handle; a gang of hummingbirds flitted around the blackberries hanging from my lilacs (I know; I need to do some pruning) and normally few hummingbirds hang in my yard; as I drove to the pool a few blocks away a small murder of crows danced toward me in the neighbor’s yard where they don’t usually gather; and a first quarter moon framed in the picture window when I slid into the pool nodded agreement. Hubster thanked me later for not getting angry, though I had blurted out a few expletives because the expulsion of blue air felt necessary to relieve my annoyance.

I’m of the age I celebrate my birthday all month. Nothing lavish or expensive, just small things to treat myself every day. I’d love a new used car, but NOT in the budget. I’ll buy a beignet at the farmers market, which I normally deny myself. I got two pair of new slippers from a friend and I’m counting them as birthday booty. I turn on the heat this month because I deserve to be warm and sometimes an added sweater just doesn’t cut it. I’ll look for a winter lip gloss, and maybe a new nail polish. If I run across earrings that please me, I might decide to say yes. I might give myself a facial. I’ll think longingly of having a professional wax my legs and then do the job myself. More likely I’ll be looking for little treasures for the littles in my family with Christmas coming up so quickly. I won’t spend much money because property tax is due in November, and a tight budget remains in place.

I will treat myself well and into wellness. I will relish getting back into my regular exercise routine. I will spend judiciously for the security of knowing I can pay my property tax, mortgage, and other bills. I will watch sales, clip coupons, and find less expensive ways to feed my family well with less money because even though my income is slightly higher the loss of the pitiful amount of food stamps my family was receiving made a significant difference in my overall budget.

My birthday isn’t about money. It is, but it isn’t. It’s about the day a woman, who took a risk nine months earlier, delivered on that risk with a live birth, one of 25 percent of conceptions, statistically a miracle of cellular combination and development. With the donation of a cell from my father, my mother hosted the production of my body and my brain. She prepared for me in those first days of October 1953. She made room for me, a place to belong. Then she held me and nurtured me. She taught me courtesy, frugality, responsibility, and dignity during hardship. She taught me where to find information when I asked more questions than she had answers for. She taught me to work with what I have or figure out another way. She taught me as much about money as she knew and encouraged me to learn more as my financial circumstances were different from hers. She taught me about teaching myself, participated in civil discourse with me, and facilitated my formal education. She was my most critical supporter.

Mom was addicted to reading. She was addicted to creativity, arts and crafts, textile arts, and sewing, like her mother before her. I come by my addictions through my DNA, through nature and nurture. Maybe I’ll celebrate my birthday and my addictions with a small amount of high quality chocolate. Mom would have approved.

Color Watch – colorful attractions in my neighborhoods this week – A yellow rose; in this area roses bloom until first frost. A hellstrip tree flaming the sky. Two views of a very prolific pot of chrysanthemums in three color varieties. One of my favorite houses dressed for the holiday.

Current View
– {These are only my opinions about movies and books, but don’t let me stop you from trying these reviewed items yourself; your opinion may differ.} Binged through the Netflix series The Politician (2019, rated TV – 14) a dark comedy about a young man who begins his political career running for student body president in his senior year in high school. I watched because of Bette Midler who only shows up in the last episode of the first season. The character development is compelling; I found myself curious about what antics they would be up to next and staying up much too late to watch the next episode. * Also binged Godless (2017, rated TV – MA), a western drama from Netflix about an area of multiple mining towns in New Mexico around 1885, with Jeff Daniels as the bad guy (he’s a really good bad guy) and Michelle Dockery of Downton Abbey fame as a woman willing to shoot first and ask questions later. Merritt Wever delivers an outstanding performance as a widow who becomes the leading voice in the town. So much violence when everybody is armed, carrying weapons, and survival depends on who shoots first.

Currently Reading – Finished White is for Witching (2017, fiction) by Helen Oyeyemi. A must read for anybody interested in contemporary experimental novel construction, the supernatural juxtaposing with mental health, and innovative fiction. * Taking a short respite from Why We Sleep: Unlocking the Power of Sleep and Dreams (2017, sleep science) by Matthew P. Walker to read a smaller book: On Tyranny: Twenty Lessons from the Twentieth Century (2017, political science) by Timothy Snyder, an important guidebook to avoiding the fall of democracy, particularly pertinent now America is being subjected to an ignorant, unqualified, TV show host in the highest position in American politics whose only interest in the American people and the rest of the world is how they can advance his individual political agenda to pad his own pockets. We must resist. We must hold him accountable.

This week I have been grateful for:

  • My aquatic center re-opening after a month closed for maintenance.
  • Being over my upper respiratory infection enough to enjoy the pool.
  • Finding a couple books for my littles at the local lending library used book sale for Christmas presents.
  • Successfully erasing some ink from the books mentioned above.
  • Splurging on new, much needed undergarments for my birthday month.
  • Saving discarded unwearable undergarments to use as dust rags.
  • Knowing how to budget money.
  • Frugality.
  • Five minute work windows and enjoying the clean spots.
  • Remote controls for my assortment of holiday lights.
  • How a few colored lights and the expense of some electricity brightens my mood during the darker days of the year.
  • The treasure from the community church garden next to the farmers market which is open to the public. I found two fat green tomatoes, perfect because I’ve been craving fried green tomatoes like my mom used to make. They are almost ripe enough.
  • Snagging the only three baskets of fresh strawberries at the farmers market.
  • Water.

Hoping you have a lovely week.

Namaste. Peace. Blessings.

Floral ribbon border by Laurel Burch

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