We still play Pokemon Go.
At night my husband and I go for walks together.
We talk and we play Pokemon Go on our smartphones.
I can’t tell you how happy I am living in a residential neighborhood.
After growing up in the inner city, living in an apartment building, I love the contrast of just walking out the front door and up the tree-lined street.
It’s an old-fashioned dream come true.
Part of ADHD is losing your phone.
You can look high and low.
It always helps to have a second pair of eyes to help look for you.
I have left my phone in various places. The worst place is when I lost my brand new cellphone in Philadelphia. I discovered, to my horror, someone had kept my phone and started to use it for their own personal service, even though I’d wiped it clean with with an app and told the mobile service about the loss.
I was shocked to see the mobile service allow them to use my telephone number for a stranger’s personal use.
After some negotiations and threats of legal action, I got my telephone number back, and they were not allowed to use my phone with that particular service.
However, I never did get my new phone back.
The best place I ever lost my phone was in the International Spy museum in Washington, DC.
I was in a hurry and I went to the bathroom and I left it in the bathroom stall.
Nobody touched it.
When I called the front desk, they all went on a hunt for it and someone found it in the bathroom stall where I left it.
I suppose it was left untouched where I forgot it because others may have thought it might be a trap!
It was the Spy museum by all counts, and stealing a smartphone there might bring serious and deadly consequences if James Bond movies are anything to go by!
Lol!
I planted yellow squash, beets, cherry tomatoes and flowers in raised garden beds to keep the weeds down.
Hubby uses straw-bales as mulch as well, to keep weeds down to a minimum.
This year he is using plastic bottles to create mini-greehouses to keep the rabbits out!
Right now green onions are on the table everyday in most every dish I cook.
Springtime is full of happy hours spent outside, even if it means repairing the outdoor spigot with plumbing thread tape and new washers.
Plants need fresh water too!
Somedays you crave a tasty treat.
I thought I might just do something fun with buttermilk biscuits.
I topped them with fresh ripe strawberries and banana, then added Coconut whipped cream from a can.
Tasty, and great at breakfast with French roast coffee! 😋
Something about a Spring day stirs my imagination.
Living. Breathing. Stirring.
Life in all its glory.
Energy. Beauty. Fresh air.
It speaks to the soul.
I love Springtime in May in Minnesota.
It was a long-time coming, but it looks like Spring has finally sprung!
To celebrate the joys of warmer weather, I brought home a stunningly beautiful Hydrangea plant.
They say being here in Minnesota is like living 6 months in Eden, and 6 months on Mars!
Well then, hypothetically-speaking, it looks like being here in May through October will be better than Winter!
We change through the years.
Yes I quit school at 16. Mental depression and ADHD. I did not fit in.
On to University after getting my GED, I graduated and began teaching and performing.
I was in my forties by the time I graduated college. Being a non-traditional student was hard.
In the nineties, I was mistreated and rudely shunned by most of the other students. Some bullied me, and called me a “re-tread.”
The professors were a bit kinder.
Happily, I was a college radio broadcaster and wrote for the campus newspaper.
I lived off campus, and that helped.
Keeping busy kept me happy.
By 43, I started my own music teaching business. My college degree was in Music Education.
My music teaching business ran from 2004 until the pandemic in 2020.
Now I am just getting back to writing songs and stories and recovering from the fallout of the pandemic. My duo, Molly and Sonny Boy have some upcoming gigs, and more original songs to record
Enjoy this song we recorded before the pandemic.
I still work in radio and audio production. Each Sunday at 4:08pm Central on AM 860/97.3 FM and at http://KNUJ.net I produce and broadcast a show called, “Music from Germany.”
Music from Germany – May 1
I own the popular Aroma steamer. I like to steam a big batch of chopped Golden Yukon potatoes and then fry them in a cast-iron pan with a medley of vegetables and soy bacon.
Homemade is hard, but it is the price you pay for tasty food that will most likely be eaten quickly! 😋
Yesterday I found out that art helps us in our emotional growth.
I went to a pow wow of sorts at the local arts center regarding the direction of the Grand.
https://www.thegrandnewulm.com/
I found out that some people feel that art is not for them.
Yet throughout the ages, art has been significant in every culture.
I have seen all kinds of art.
To be honest some of it has downright puzzled me. “What’s that?” I sometimes wonder.
As a singer and a songwriter, I don’t always think of music as being an art per se. I think of it as musical storytelling. It’s fun and entertaining.
However music is a means of self-expression. It is an art.
My preference is towards the wordy arts.
I like songs and stories and film.
I like accessible art as well.
I like mainly realism and functional arts and crafts.
I like pops of color as well, for décor and inspiration.
So now, I will continue musing about art over my muesli this morning.
Yesterday I had to go to the doctor for my ankle.
I had a sprain a long time ago that never healed properly.
I had to get on the dreaded scale.
For most of my adult life I have been anxious about my weight.
There was a period when I was in college, when I was very slim and I never even thought twice about what I was eating and drinking.
I had enough movement and exercise in my life that my weight was not an issue.
I was a non-traditional student in my thirties and I had to park far, far away from my main college, the performing arts center.
After things settled down and I had some issues with car accidents and such, I put some pounds on.
From then it was terrible and I weighed too much, way more than I do now.
About six months ago, after a great amount of effort working on dropping 10 pounds, I decided to give it up.
I realized that although I wish I were tiny like before, unless I quit eating the way I do, I won’t be skinny.
I was plagued with guilt and self-disgust night and day.
Finally, I said to myself, I need a break from this emotional tumult.
So for the past 6 months I stayed away from the scale.
Yesterday I had to get on the scale at the clinic. It had been 6 months of freedom from worry about weight.
I really thought I’d gained too much weight and that I was way heavier than before.
To my surprise, that was not the case.
It seems all those years of anxiety were futile.
The conclusion I came to was this.
You can either get away with being fat and forget about it, or you can get on with losing weight.
Every day is a new choice and a new beginning.
Go ahead and be active and eat healthy, and try your best.
But let go of the guilt and suffering because it’s not worth it.
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