Many things have reached quite the fever pitch over the past week and I’m not surprised that even the stock market started to reflect the insanity. Sure do wish I had invested in Game Stop! For me, I had this to do, that to argue, these to care for, and those to tweeze (my brows have been oh so neglected). I had no time or patience for the slightest hint of drama and/or shenanigans. The shenanigans kept finding me though, desperately trying to pull me from this path I tread. Go away, shenanigans. Mama doesn’t feel like playing with you today or this year for that matter. Maybe never.
Dropped on top of this week’s chaos, vaccine appointments opened up for those who are 75+ and Massachusetts has had a bottleneck mess of a process. I tried to slide Mom and Dad in somewhere but have yet to succeed. Fingers crossed we figure it out soon. I’m thinking this country should have accepted that offer of more doses from Pfizer way back when. Wonder why we didn’t? Oh yes, I remember. Inept leadership. Fear no more, there are dogs back in the White House. We can all breathe a little easier knowing that, even if you hate the Democrats.
In an attempt to clear my cluttered mind, I wandered into the woods and hugged an ailing tree the other day. I think that I’m still sane but I’ll allow that to be up for debate amongst all of you. It sure did feel good to wrap my arms around that cold scratchy trunk. Fully tethered to that one small spot of earth with the smell of pine sap in my nose, the experience was strangely liberating. I recommend this practice to anyone. Just go for a walk in the forest, find a tree that looks lonely, and wrap yourself around it. Heck, go ahead and give it a kiss or wrap your legs around it too. Why? Because no one is watching. And to those ten readers who will actually go out and do this, you are my people and we should hang out. The rest of you might be questioning my sanity. I’m OK with that. Question away.
“My mind’s distracted and diffused. My thoughts are many miles away” is the song line that has been running through my head this week. “Kathy’s Song” by Simon and Garfunkel. As is customary for me, I always have an earworm or two and indulging it is the only solution. If you’ve been reading E&G, you already know this and have probably listened to quite a few of my earworms over the last couple of years. I don’t really know why “Kathy’s Song” has dropped by but I like it and it calms me down which, come to think of it, is probably why it has stopped by. Calming the eff down is what we all need to do right now. Arguments, vaccines, drama….taking a giant sidestep from all of that keeps me sane (even if you question that). Everything will work out the way it should, I’m sure of it. Until then, I’m going to continue to tread his weary path, hug a few trees along the way, and listen to melancholic tunes on repeat. Here you go, this will make you feel better. Sometimes, self-care is just so simple.