Archive for September 2009
My Side of the Bed
It’s funny, how time allows the best of intentions to succumb to our natural inclinations. I think it is pretty obvious that a vast majority of people evolve to a comfort zone of familiarity. We do a lot of things a particular way because that is the way we did it the time before. If something works, why change it? When you select your seat for lunch everyday, how often do you pick the same one you were in the day before? Do you park in the same space at your workplace everyday?
When it comes to stories about doing things a particular way, since that’s the way it’s always been done, I have a favorite. It involves a recipe being passed down through generations, on how to prepare a roast. When a daughter finally asks why the instructions say to cut the end off of the roast, Mom explains that she does it that way because her mother always did. Eventually it is revealed that Gramma started doing it because she didn’t have a big enough pan at the time to fit the whole thing. There are variations on that theme, but they all present the similar point.
One of the primary examples of a person with patterns, for me, was my father. There were certain ways that he did things, and there was a strong level of importance transmitted about not messin’ with his routine. He always sat at the head of the table where he kept a tray with his items of interest: ash tray, box of Kleenex, course-ground pepper, smoking pipe and paraphernalia. When he wasn’t around, it was the first place I wanted to sit. If we ever monkeyed around with anything on that tray, you can bet we understood the value of getting everything back the way we found it.
A long time ago in my life, I made a decision to specifically not do a lot of things in the same way my father did them. Many of them were pretty valuable health decisions involving diet, smoking, and alcohol. One of them was more frivolous. I wanted to intentionally NOT have one place where I sat at the table. I didn’t want to have one side of the bed that was mine. I wanted deliberate randomness.
Time, and my natural inclinations, overcame my intentions. I have developed many, many patterns, not the least of which is vividly revealed by my side of the bed.
Make Believe
I enjoyed the pleasure of not seeing the news that was overly dominated with gloom yesterday, but I did happen upon a discussion detailing the fact of how morbid the focus was. As a result of having not seen it, things don’t appear so dark to me right now. Certainly not as dark as it must appear to someone who read all the horrifying headlines. At the same time, someone could read only bliss-filled happy news and come to see the world as unrealistically sanitized by all-encompassing goodness. For every terrible story, there is a wonderful story. I believe there must be some middle ground that somehow people deserve to discover.
I fantasize about an instant when everyone in the world suddenly runs to that middle ground, slamming the door on the militant vitriol of either extreme, and sits down long enough to find their breathing calm to normal. Then my mind has them discovering the revelation that the planet doesn’t explode as a result. None of the worst fears the people had imagined actually happen. But then, everyone would live happily ever after, and that’s where my fantasy breaks down. I just can’t seem to suspend my disbelief long enough.
What?
Is it possible that there is an opposite to the phrase, “you don’t know what you’ve got, till it’s gone”?
For the last few days, I have been suffering some sort of illness. Under the current environment of concern about the highly infectious H1N1 flu, small businesses, like the one where I am employed, are receiving plenty of advice on how to prevent the spread of illness. One of the simplest and most obvious guidelines is for employees to stay home when they get sick. So I did. I stayed home on Friday with a sore throat, not having any clue whether I was experiencing the early signs of flu, or not.
From everything that I have read lately about the flu, I am pretty confident that this is: Not. I have not experienced anything in the way of a fever. My sore throat has transitioned to a lung congestion and occasional cough, which also contributed to a bit of a headache. Whatever it is that has taken up residence within my body, it has also unleashed something that I don’t regularly have to deal with. I have developed a ravenous appetite. I can honestly say that I definitely take for granted the fact that I normally don’t have to struggle with constantly wanting to eat.
I didn’t know what I didn’t have, till I suddenly got it. ?
Trekking Memories
Every once in a while, when I am ensconced in the comforts of my home and surroundings, I am struck by the awareness of vague and random memories of my time in Nepal. It becomes like a song that you can hear in your mind, or the portion of a song that repeats over and over. For a while, I enjoy the song in my mind, but it can reach a point where I become more and more driven to need to hear the actual song played for me. I can entirely understand the situation that implores a person to return to a place like the villages of the Himalayan Mountains and interact again with the people who reside there.
I have yet to experience the intense urge to make a return visit, but I do find that I dearly miss being among the people I was lucky enough to be grouped with for the trip in April 2009. Gary, David, Bonnie, Pam, and Carol, as well as a couple of days with Lisa. What a bunch we were. One of the days of hiking we found ourselves randomly exploring movies and actors, our dialogue dancing in segues of actors and actresses, titles, and scenes. Of course, that memory is punctuated with the recollection of Jim Klobuchar’s terse advice being inserted that we could, “look at the mountains once in a while,” or something to that effect. It was one of the complex moments of being in a rather exotic far away place, sharing a bond of physical exertion and modest comforts, yet mentally revisiting a topic of familiarity and pleasure for a brief time as a way of augmenting the whole experience. That, and, quite frankly, we were still in the early stages of learning who it was we were trekking with, by way of comparing notes that served to reveal our cinematic orientations.
There is something about a defining event that is very difficult to package. A trick of balancing retaining the experience while containing it. I am reminded of a person who has survived and recovered from a serious accident. Everyday to wake up and realize how lucky it is to be alive. But they can’t say that to everyone they meet or to people they already know, everyday for the rest of their lives. But at the same time, I think to myself, “How do they not?” You know what I mean?
I believe it would appear rather dysfunctional if I were to daily remind you all that I went on a trek in Nepal, but at the same time, it is a message that I am moved to want to tell myself precisely that often, lest I begin to forget one of the defining moments of my adult life. But there is a part of me that recognizes, were I to do this, a time would come where I am driven to need to hear the actual song played for me once again…
Best Laid Plans
As shocking as it is to already have arrived at this day, try considering it a warning about the day 2 months from now that will arrive just as fast as this one did.
The days fly by and we make our little plans and blink as the events come and go and become the recent past and then the distant past. Don’t forget to enjoy some of the moments along the way. A moment with siblings, sharing incredible pizza and drinks in the calm night air beside a wood fire, dreaming of possibilities. The 2nd annual Hays Reunion is in the works. These things don’t just happen. People make them happen. Memorable events will blossom from the efforts of the few who dare to imagine schemes of wonder and joy, weaving a fabric that is already connected by a loom of family ties.
But first, we gotta decide on a few things. Where and how much. Details, details. Oh, and what game we should plan that the most participants can play at the same time. My idea of each family performing a skit was shot down pretty quickly, thank goodness. Of course, I was just trying to prime the pump, brainstorming ideas, you know? I wonder if we could arrange an appearance by Sponge Bob Square Pants? I doubt that would be within our budget. I’d rather see that money spent on food anyway.
It seems like we have plenty of time to plan our gala for next summer, but if today got here as fast as it did, why should we expect the arrival of July to appear any different? Last night, we shared a very fine moment and did a fair amount of planning for the future. A pretty good balance, all things considered. I’ll let you know how it goes, it’ll be here before we know it.
Last Night’s Statistics
Ability to suspend disbelief: limited
Baseball team: still ahead
Football picks: already made
Lawn: mowed
Wife: working next to me
Dinner: awesome
Clean clothes: not put away
Current chair: an exercise ball
Crime television script: inane
Crime show actors: credit for trying
Tree from Hayward: transplanted
Baseball again: lead shrinking
Crickets: still sound like summer
Temps: still feel like summer
Summer: over
Convertible fall colors trip: planned
Spare tubes for my bike: none
Bike trip planned: Saturday
Reasons for hope: plenty
Reason to smile: don’t need one
Twins chance of catching Tigers: yes
Concern about H1N1: none
Children home from Chicago this weekend: one
Odds I would mess with Sasquatch: slim
Number of runs lead handed to Nathan in the 9th: 2
Number of times cat meowed incessantly: too many
Number of brothers in town from Brainerd: 1
Plans for sibling gathering over pizza: you bet
Gathering agenda: 2010 reunion
Number of base runners Nathan allowed so far in the bottom of the 9th: 2
Minutes until I don’t give my liver enough overnight healing time: about 40
Odds I want to read this list again in the morning: hardly
Curious how many of you will bother to read this far down this silly list: uh huh
Twins victory over Chicago: achieved after all
Time for bed: yes
What We Eat and Do Matters
With our society’s drive for lowering the cost of food, and corporations that have a stake in the food industry who are more than happy to take advantage of it, in search of maximizing profits, the American diet has become, as one article tells it, “the elephant in the room in the debate over health care.” At the rate we are going now, even if politicians come up with the greatest health plan possible, it won’t relieve the stress our health care industry is under in dealing with the chronic health problems we bring on ourselves due to the way we choose to eat. And that is only half of our battle.
In addition to the sad state to which our diet has evolved, the other significant aspect of our physical health is our level of activity. Together, they are the one-two punch to our well-being. The daily demands of our 21st century lives just don’t provide the automatic exercise to adequately balance the calories we consume. Putting our bodies to work is something we must consciously choose to do. And it doesn’t come easy, as represented by the physics property of inertia: a body at rest remains at rest.
The difference between someone who, by all definitions, is “athletic” and someone who would never describe themselves as such, probably isn’t as great as our minds are inclined to frame. It just might be similar to the way our minds perceive the speed of passing vehicle on the freeway. At the moment the car is passing by, it appears to be traveling at a much greater speed than after it gets ahead. Then it lingers in view and appears to be traveling at the same pace as the vehicle it just passed. Our minds tend to perceive the athletic activity as passing by too fast for us to compete. But athletic activity doesn’t need to be limited to athletes.
I like the way Jim Klobuchar expresses this thought: Everyone has an Everest. For inactive people, just becoming active can be as heroic as necessary to reverse a dangerous trend. But, when a normally sedentary person tries to do something active, they immediately experience a feeling of becoming short of breath due to exertion. In addition there is the feeling of being too hot, getting sweaty, maybe a little light-headedness. It’s enough to stop the loftiest of intentions. That’s too bad. Because there is a world of entertaining recreational activity waiting just a little ways beyond that moment of feeling miserable which stops most non-athletic people. I fear that these limitations become established all the way back at school-age phy-ed classes that fracture participants into the two distinct stereotypes of those who have ability and those who don’t. What if we found a way to teach people how to get beyond that first experience of oxygen debt to discover the possibilities on the other side?
I think it is sad, really, that athletes are the only ones that get to know what it’s like. It doesn’t take an athlete to learn how to get over that first hurdle and play active games, even a simple game of tag, and continue to play for a period of time after that first onset of the feelings of oxygen debt. It is a time that you might hear described as having a “second wind.” It is a magical place to discover. It would be a valuable tool in the journey toward optimizing physical health. And we can use all the tools we can get, because it matters what we eat and do.
Organized Mess
I can’t help it. Even though I didn’t find the article that Judy remembers and that I have been looking for, I now have the premise on which it was based skipping around in my head like a happy little kid who doesn’t realize he is lost. What a mess. But that’s okay. A mess is what happens right before you get things organized.
What I was trying to convey, as far as I can recall, involved an end result of getting organized, even though I don’t believe it was the primary point. I don’t know if I can get away with trying to write it again, seeing as how I haven’t achieved a level of organization that would allow me to find the original article in the first place. Seems to me there may be something of a credibility issue.
When all else fails, you will find me resorting to creative writing. I find it is much more forgiving in terms of credibility and organization.
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when you suddenly discover
the sprinkler is still on
while the late summer rain
falls on again off again
in pulsating sheets
there is some sort of synchronicity
with the rest of your day
that is suitably entwined
and you can’t help but laugh
at this and everything else
as your neighbors drive past
glancing askance
from appropriate distance
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