Nine Things Learned in May

In the lengthy month of May (why does 31 days feel so much longer than 30?) I spent time finding interesting things to ponder on the interwebs along with painting, planting native plants at my church, drawing a map, and getting used to the two-home rhythms of summer. I also took in the last wildflowers of spring in my neighborhood of Three Rivers.

    1. Have you heard of the Scottish term “hurkle durkle”? It is explained here in this blog post on Optimistic Musings of a Pessimist. (Hi, Elisabeth!) It’s a verb that means to lie in bed in the morning until you feel like getting up.

    2. My internet friend Elisabeth posted a list of the Five Best Beaches in Nova Scotia. Holy guacamole, good thing it is far away or the entire world would want to live there. Her photos! The beaches! (Thou shalt not covet, thou shalt not covet, thou shalt not covet…)

    3. A friend offered use of his car when he learned of Fernando’s terminal diagnosis. LOOK AT THIS BABY!! (I know it’s not a Honda Accord.) I declined, because Fernando is still running just fine for the shortish distances in my life. What a generous and fabulous friend. . . who gets to have people like this in their lives??

    4. Doing hard things and all the varieties of ways to incorporate this into everyday life, along with the reasons for doing these—great food for thought from the blog This Evergreen Home. It follows the same line of thinking as the book The Comfort Crisis, which I bought and read a year or two ago (and promptly gave away or lost). Still not interested in jumping into cold water or taking cold showers.

    5. While we are talking about websites, there is an enormous quantity of wisdom on This Evergreen Life. Great fodder for introspection and conversation. . . shhhh, I need to think. Here is an example: “[Minimalism] insists that the cheapest item is the one you never purchase, the most efficient storage system is deletion, and the best bargain is time reclaimed when you no longer have to manage mountains of things.”

    6. A dear friend has been diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease (Who was Parkinson? Poor guy. . .) Her Movement Specialist Neurologist (that’s a medical specialty?) told her, “exercise is your medicine.” People with PD who exercise daily for 30 minutes at 80% of their maximum heart rate have significantly fewer symptoms and thus need less pharmaceuticals.

    7. Ever heard of “money dials”? Ramit Sethi is a money guy who has coined this term. He lists the 10 most common “money dials” to help you find where you are most likely to spend any extra money; when you figure it out, you can turn the dial all the way up. (Why??)

    8. I had a one-year follow-up appointment in Santa Barbara for this dadgum peripheral neuropathy. After some thought, I realized that the doc would confirm that yes, I still have it (well, duh, that is why my feet are still numb, I can’t comfortably wear any shoes except Crocs, and they really start hurting if I walk farther than 4 miles), and she’d remind me that there is no cure but to watch the prediabetes, which she says can cause neuropathy (to which my local doc says baloney). I emailed the SB doc to see if an appointment was necessary, she confirmed my line of thinking. and I cancelled the appointment. (SHE REPLIED TO THE MESSAGE!!) The learning there is to THINK and ASK.

    9. One final realization came to me in May: people begin a physical decline in their 60s. Look at the list of things happening to my friends in first decade of the esses: cancer, diabetes, prediabetes, prolapsed body parts, prostate cancer, Parkinson’s Disease, early onset Alzheimer’s, bad knees, ruined shoulders, DeQuervain’s tenosynovitis, and yes, peripheral neuropathy. On top of that, we all have friends in their 70s, 80s, and 90s who need help but often won’t admit it. The ones that do admit it make it easier on those around them and have an easier time themselves.

    Well. That was fun.

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    9 Comments

    1. What a wonderful post Jana!!! Flowers, wisdom, humor, great old church and steeple. Beautiful weather!

      Thank you!
      Melissa

      • Melissa, you are welcome! And thank you for reading, for the compliment, and for commenting.

    2. The saying –“don’t move it -you lose it” becomes very real in the golden years. And what the heck are golden about not being able to do all kinds of activities. When you get there, come up with a new name .

      • Lonna, so true. “Golden”? Nope. “Loss, Loss, and More Loss” is more accurate. And I’m only 65, but here we go, sliding ever downward. Thanks for checking in!

    3. Hurkle durkle! Ha. I’m glad that caught your fancy.

      And yes, beaches in Nova Scotia are lovely.

      Thanks for introducing me to This Evergreen Home; Mike and Mollie might guest post on my blog soon, actually!!

      • Elisabeth, that is a big deal! Mike and Mollie are HUGE. I’m so pleased for you!

    4. (You didn’t number your Things!)

      When you’re retired, every day is a “hurkle durkle” day!

      You turned down a flashy convertible??

      I don’t think I need “Money Dials” as I already know where I spend my extra money–for pure enjoyment!

      “Growing old is not for sissies.”
      –Anyone over the age of 10-years-older-than-you

    5. With regard to the Evergreen Life comment my Dad always told me that “You’re rich in the things you can do without”. Also, with regard to your comments about deteriorating folks in their 60, 70, & 80s, this 87-year-old just took a 3 1/2 foot free fall off of a retaining wall that holds up my backyard onto the golf course below. 7 fractures but alive and mobile – praise God.

      • Holy guacamole, Ben! I will email you privately.

        Your dad was wise.


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