The snow is gone but the cold is back. It was a good weekend. I went to the movies (“Hidden Figures”) and was feted one last time for my birthday (breakfast out and more gifts). I spent two hours straightening my studio and it felt divine (PS, I found 46 collages of SoulCollage material, ready to be xeroxed — I am on a ROLL). We had that lobster salad!
This week, prosaic stuff (speaking of birthdays and AGE): a shingles shot, a cholesterol re-check, and osteoporosis research.
I was told earlier this month that my bone density declined ‘precipitously’. Both doctors used the word ‘severe’. Yikes. I was all set to schedule medical intervention (in the form of an annual shot), until I heard that these meds only make your bones denser, they don’t actually make them stronger. What the fuck is that?
I have always been agile and sometimes, even graceful and athletic. It is really new to gingerly baby step across the ice, fearful of falling.
So, yeah, prosaic. But, I have to say — I can’t wait to watch my TV recording of the epic screw up during the Academy Awards last night. So much for the locked brief cases and CPA-precision, huh?
PPS Regarding the post’s title, “Interior Smile” — listening to Tim Ferris podcast (author of the Four Hour Work Week), I was led to this wonderful 25 minute meditation led by Tara Brach — she leads the listener to imagine and then feel a smile in every part of the body. Wonderful! Maybe apply after every dose of the news?
the best thing seems to be exercise. and baby steps on ice.
exercise seems to be the answer for so much! my weights live under the coffee table. now, to use them every night.
have heard gardening is the best exercise for the older bones and I eat a lot of yoghurt!
Well good to know! Read this comment right after the first of the spring raking got under way.
We’re in the same boat lady! Walk careful with Mr. Finney!
My brother the doctor said, “an osteoporosis diagnosis means you’re still alive. Evolutionarily speaking, you should have been eaten by lions some time ago “.
Ha. J. always says something to that effect too…’we weren’t meant to live this long’. True. But, I do not like having to think about my bones so much!