“Ye-ooooowwwwwww-ch!” Thalia rubbed the muscles of her right arm pit.
Typist and trio lay splayed on the family room carpet — their arms positioned like goalposts. Both legs angled to the left, contorting their collective spine.
“Nobody to blame but ourselves,” Nia tsk-tsk’d. “Almost three full weeks of inactivity got us here, and now we’re the only ones who can right the imbalances.”
“We did have Covid?” Calliope squeaked.
“And when has an excuse —” Nia squinted, “— ever solved a problem?”
Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it well and serenely, and with too high a spirit to be cumbered by your old nonsense.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
I read a blurb somewhere from a breast cancer patient that 9 years after her surgery and radiation, she still needs to stretch-it-out every day. I am grateful for her share, reminding me to do what needs doing.
Woman’s T-shirt: “The term ‘domestic housewife’ implies there are feral housewives. (I now have a new goal in life.)” 😁
Ah, Gary's comment helped me figure out the significance of the illustration with the text. Previously, Gail, you felt n-cumbered due to the stiffness due to COVID, but now you have advanced to q-cumbered! 🤪 Good job!
“Cumbered.” Thalia, that’s perfect! But I have a question. How do you channel the sounds I make when I get out of bed, or out of a chair? Fascinating.
Calliope, I, too, am inclined to offer my recent struggles if for no other reason than to gain some comforting words from the world around me. Right now my kitty, Buster, is purring in my lap! The prayer of Saint Francis comes to mind. “For it is better to comfort than to be comforted.” His wee feet struggle to remain warm on cold, winter hard floors...
Urania, I’m going to guess you’ve been listening to the Steve Miller Band classic, “Time Keeps On Slipping, Slipping, Into The Future.” Your “carpe diem” energy is on full blast! 😬
And wonderful drawist + typist person, Emerson’s remark about “Tomorrow is a new day,” quickly followed by his referring to “yesterday’s nonsense” disposes me to ask: will tomorrow likely have its own share of nonsense? Does any amount of spinal torsion guard against that fact? Or is a limber spine our best preparation for what tomorrow may bring? 🤔 With due measure of Nia’s “full speed ahead” gusto.
Perhaps some centering (the family room carpet seems well suited) and practicing of presence is needed to sweep away the nonsense? Then crank up some “We Banjo Three” tunes!! 😁