Saturday, May 30, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
While living in upstate NY I spent plenty of time engrossed in readings about the human body, healthcare, wellness, diagnostics, techniques, patient communication....an endless list of topics devoted to my professional aspirations. On occasion I would find the need to escape this thrilling environment and exchange my vast collection for something a bit more leisurely. When I was really feeling overwhelmed or exhausted by the process I would make this desire into a days adventure.
Ithaca was less than a hours drive along a beautiful stretch of Cayuga Lake. It was a charming community...best described as free spirited. The drive alone was enough to clear you head and bring a certain sense of grandeur back to life. I made the trip often in all seasons and for many reasons. Some trips I would make with a roommate or even a car load of other victims looking to shun their present responsibilities. We would often find good hiking spots, doing a little shopping in the crafty downtown area, or grab lunch at one of the local restaurants.
However, my favorite trips were the ones I made solo...particularly on chilly day where there was spark in your breath as it hit the air. This made the drive fascinating. The lake would be iced over at the edges, sparkling. I would sneak out early in the morning to avoid any possible Q&A about my plans. Upon arriving in Ithaca, I would spend the day bouncing between a local coffee shop and a used book store. This particular used book store seemed to captivate me on ever affair. I could spend literally hours upon hours wondering among the rows, shifting through pages, crouched in the corner reading through piles of novels. This is how I came to find Travels with Charley. It is actually a farely famous novel written by John Steinbeck, although I was not familiar with it before stumbling upon it. The copy I own is a tattered paperback. The pages have that soft feeling of thin, delicate paper, the cover is worn in and not as stable as it should be. The price is marked 75c. It's appearance is one of the reason I was initially attracted to it.
It is the captivating account of Steinbeck's personal journey across America in 1960. Steinbeck found that even at the approach of 60, he could not settle his reless nature and is neverending quest to understand. He set out to capture the spirit of our country accompanied only by his French poodle Charley. He prepared a special vehicle for the journey, which he comes to name Rocinante. This comes about from the name of Don Quixote's horse in a fictional 1960s Spanish novel. Quixoite has come to mean idealist or dreamer, which was the word many of Steinbeck's friends/family used regarding his quest.
Steinbeck captures a true sense of many aspects in our culture, even after a span of almost 5 decades. The perceptive nature of the novel was intriguing and innocent. I highly recommend this book and believe that each reader will take away a different account of the story. It's a leisure read...do not be frightened away by a previous experience with Grapes of Wrath or Of Mice and Men.
While I'm in the mode of recommendations...pick up a Mason Jennings albumn. He's awesome!
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
We provide complimentary coffee, tea, water, soft pretzels, and cookies at the office. I was just informed that one my patients "Henritta" was caught stacking up a pile of special creations....chocolate chip cookies with brown mustard. Apparently she's been devulging in this treat for quite some time. It keeps her from eating bread.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
When the cool refreshing days of fall started to roll in a fresh batch candy corn/peanut mix would appear on the table and stay full until the frigid days of late November rolled around. When my birthday would approach in late October the decor of the kitchen would include a fresh table cloth, matching napkins, and of course a candy corn birthday cake!! It's sooo delicious!! My mom never missed a year.
Jim has faithfully carried on the tradition over the years that we've been cohabiting. He's even tried to incorporate my favorite confection into his gift giving. While recently transferring pictures to our new computer I came across these from several years ago.....
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
For a little motivation and directly in response to my previous post, a re-post from the "blog" I use to keep on MySpace.....
A Morning High
May 4, 2006
Recently I've been feeling the build up of stress slowly creeping into my life. Not one specific thing that complete overwhelms me but a combination of personal, professional, commuting, financial, and of course family issues. In the past I have chosen various paths to control and eliminate stressful situations. At this point I broke it down to 2 choices, both of which where successful in previous trials....cigarettes or running. For those of you who are shocked or confused by the former of the two...Yes, I was a smoker for a period of time. I'm glad that I did not continue to engage in the habit, but at times I do miss the buzz of a good cigarette. It was an enticing idea for my current affair, especially for relief of my daily road rage. On this occasion I opted for the healthier choice and started running again.
There is nothing better than the feeling of becoming a runner again. This is possibly the longest period I've gone without running, so I was a bit intimidated by the idea and skeptical about how successful it would be. It felt good from the very first step....
With a gentle first step and the other foot instantly falling to the ground ahead of it, the run has started. Quickly I feel the air move over my face. At first my mind is dedicated to each movement. I feel my legs come forward with every step and concentrate on bringing each foot to the ground over and over again. I think about every breath. Then my step begins to settle into a cadence. The drum of my step, step, step falls in a rythmic dance with the effortless sway of my arms. I become unaware of my breathing. This is the moment when the minds just lets go and the natural glide takes over... focused but at the same time all thoughts are racing. It is release.
I feel liberated and forget my identity as a women and become a runner. I like the way the first trickles of sweat feel as they form along the temples of my face and over my ribs where my shirt touches my skin. I know it's Ok to let go of my polite mannerism. I spit whenever I have the urge and my face is stone with intensity. A hill approaches, so I dig my front foot down a little harder and pump my arms with a touch of aggression. At the top I feel stronger and settle into a decent pace again.
As I travel along the discomfort approaches. My oblique starts to ache and the stabbing makes me want to lean over, but I force myself to stay erect. The pinpoint pain at the edge of my scapula persists and creeps into the front of my chest. My breathing has become heavier, my chest feels tights (stupid asthma!). I will not stop at this point. The sun is behind me. The cool morning air surrounds me. I focus deeper, relax my shoulders, and let me arms fall back into rhythm. My legs start to burn. I push my pace harder. I am chasing my own shadow. Focus...1,2,1,2
At some moment realization sets in that there is nothing left...then it ends. At that very instant the weight of the world has been lifted. I am surrounded by a state of euphoria. The rush of endorphins overwhelms my subconscious. Whatever was encasing me is nowhere to be found. I feel my heart beating through every vessels. My air is restricted but I like the feeling. I love running for that very moment....
I realize quickly that my journey is not over. On this occasion I must make the trip back to the where I left my car. I walk lightly for a moment, then bounce into a slow pace of running. My rhythm returns quickly but much slower this time. The anxiety, conflict, and intensity that brought me to that run has left. It's a serenity and omission that will bring me back
Monday, May 11, 2009
My friend Sarah emailed me today asking for the link to my blog so she could check out what I'd been up to. I'm sure she would've been sadly disappointed since prior to last week I just couldn't get into the groove of posting. I thought these adorable photos of my visit to see her little guy, Jacob, might make up for dissatisfaction in the content.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
- Fix my shoes. I actually have several pair of dress/work shoes in need of minor repairs and all of them could use a good polishing.
- Download all the pictures from my camera. I got a new one in December and haven't downloaded even one! We finally broke down and bought a new computer which should be arriving any day, so that will hopefully stimulate me.
- Stain the new window box I purchased for the kitchen...to be followed by planting herbs in the window box
- Re-plant the spider plant who currently calls the window sill in the kitchen home. It's outgrown it's little pot and needs a new home.
- Deliver the house warming gift to Jon and Lorraine....going on 2 months since they moved in.
- Submit my wedding photos to "The Knot." Kim did such a great job. You can check them out on her photo blog
- Renew my passport
- Schedule my yearly appointments at the eye doc, OB/GYN, and dermatologist.
- Finish the scrapbook I started last September.
- Send out belated birthdays cards for the end of April and May birthdays which have passed and try to get cards to those who are in the near future.
- Post blogs.
- Add an extra day to my week.....