Plinky asked, “What’s at the end of a rainbow?”
Do they truly end? I’ve never found the end of a rainbow, so I’m not at all sure. Until I see for myself, I’m not saying.
Category: NaBloPoMo
Sky Diving??
Today’s NaBloPoMo prompt:
How do you feel about sky diving?
I feel that it is a pursuit best left to adrenaline junkies, and people who have to do it for their careers. I’m glad parachutes exist, but I sincerely hope that I won’t ever find myself in need of one! If I board a plane, I intend to stay on it until it makes a nice, safe landing.
Bunjee Jumping?
Today’s NaBloPoMo prompt:
Would you ever go bungee jumping?
No way! For one thing, I am definitely NOT an adrenaline junky. For another, I cannot imagine that the JERK when one reaches the end of the cord and gets pulled back up is a very good feeling. I already have chronic pain problems, so I don’t think it wise to aggravate them by seeking out opportunity for injury in a gratuitous fashion!
Scary Movies?
Another NaBloPoMo prompt: Do you like scary movies that make you jump?
I’m not old enough to watch scary movies! I find them far too frightening, indeed, nightmare-inducing. Sam required that I watch The Crow with him when we’d just started dating him (I can’t remember why any more) and, like a fool, I didn’t refuse absolutely. Today I would, even in the early days of a relationship. I too easily suspend my disbelief.
But then, i can’t watch many very violent things, either. They’re too upsetting for me. The more realistic violence is, the more frightening it is. I can’t understand why anyone else would want to watch such things, either, but I accept that they don’t touch some people as deeply as they do me. I can watch forensics shows, but the violence is usually over by the time those shows start. The main characters reconstruct the crimes, but the viewer isn’t usually subjected to the actual crime occurring, happily. That lets me look at them as puzzles.
Jumpiness and Nerves
Back to the NaBloPoMo prompts:
What do you do to cope when you’re nervous?
I have a whole mess of diagnoses, including post-traumatic stress disorder and social anxiety disorder, so I feel jumpy and nervous fairly often. I’m on medication that helps, and I have Ativan that I can take if I must for panic attacks. But I try really hard to use the Ativan, because 1) it can be addictive; and 2) it makes me sleepy. It makes far more sense to take advantage of the biofeedback techniques I learned years ago to try to get my heart rate and breathing under control. Cognitive behavioral therapy has also given me some valuable ways to examine the thought patterns that lead to panic attacks, so that I can try to short-circuit them before I get too wound up.
For less critical nerves, I find it important to keep my hands busy. I usuallly take a small stitching project with me wherever I go. Having my hands busy and keeping my mind partially occupied takes up enough of my energy to keep me from getting too wound up in nerves, most of the time. My stitching is the equivalent of other peoples’ doodling or fidget toys.
On Driving
Plinky asked, “Would you say that you enjoy driving?”
Driving Cars in a Traffic Jam
Not really. I’ve never been one of those people who gets in the car just to go for a drive. I use vehicles solely as tools, in order to get from one place to another. I miss them sorely when I don’t have ready access, though.
Happy Father’s Day!
I hope it was as wonderful for y’all as it was for us.
While Daddy was taking a nap, I did a little work on the site here, continuing the process of migrating things from the old format into WordPress. It’s going to take more time, but eventually all the pages will be uniform. Really! If you find anything that isn’t working, though, please be patient and leave me a comment about it?
The Great Outdoors
Plinky asked, “When was the last time you enjoyed the great outdoors?”
Does a suburban pool count? Because I was in one today, playing with my niece and nephews, chatting with my brother and sister-in-law and parents. It was a lovely part of our Father’s Day weekend celebration.
It has been a few years since I went out to anything that could be called wilderness, but I’d like to do so again, now that I’m getting stronger and my allergies have improved along with the rest of my health. I haven’t been to a beach (other than the imported one at Lake Lanier) in almost 20 years, either. That’s another thing I’d like to do.
Half-full, Half-empty?
Today’s NaBloPoMo prompt: “Is the glass half-full or half-empty?”
It’s half-full, and things are getting better all the time.
Last night as I was sleeping
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.
–Antonio Machado
Where I Hope to Be in Three Years
Plinky asked, “Where do you hope to be in three years?”
I hope that I’m no longer disabled, that I’m fully functional, taking fewer medications and seeing fewer doctors. I’m working on that goal now. I plan to be working full time either for myself or in a position equivalent to the one I had back in 2000, when I last worked. I want to be attending school, unless I already have my degree. And finally, I hope to be living in a blue state or making serious progress towards getting there or even emigrating.