As I Was Saying
By Opal Toney Seasons...
Well, I’m looking forward for spring, but when I woke up this morning and
opened the door to go feed the cats and give Son #2’s dog food, whose name
is “Bounce a Little,” but it takes quite a lot to feed him. I have to watch,
or the cats wouldn’t get a bite!
I enjoy fall and winter when Santa comes, but spring is my favorite.
The Last Word: I enjoy them all! – O.T.
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The
View From Here
By Katherine VenoIt feels
like spring...
I can’t imagine how spring could be any lovelier than the sunny days lately.
It is in the air and things are already blooming. Spring is a chance to feel
beautiful. It is a good time to surround yourself with beauty.
When I surround myself with pretty things, I feel more beautiful myself.
Adding just one thing I love, like a bouquet of fresh flowers can really
give me an inner beauty boost.
During this time of spring renewal I am vowing to be kinder to myself. When
I look in the mirror I am going to take a few moments to admire the woman
staring back at me. She has outer and inner strengths. I will not
concentrate on lines in my face or age spots. I will see myself as a
delightful being who is going to spread some happy smiles to somebody during
the day.
I believe that when we compliment ourselves everybody else sees it as well.
It is part of self-confidence, not conceit. The people around me influence
me, and time I spend with friends who feel good about themselves helps me
feel better about who I am as well.
While I am spreading some spring joy, I plan to compliment others, because
when I see the joy words bring to someone else, it helps my own self-esteem.
Everybody can use a lift.
This morning I joined a friend eagle watching over the lake. There was a
gorgeous pair of eagles soaring for about half an hour. Add to this the
beauty of the hawks, ducks, and common loons, and you have a bit of magic
anybody can celebrate. It is all about just getting off the behind and doing
something. My motto for spring: be more grateful for what I have.
Sometimes we are so focused on our own imperfections that everything else is
a blur. But your “flaws” only seem huge to you. Instead, look at the big
picture. Notice your smile, your sparkle, your style and the depth of
feeling in your eyes.
This is what others see in you. How much you care shows, how much you love
shows. If you are full of hate, that shows as well.
I will remember that I am worthy of every good thing in life, and I will
listen to my inner voice. It always knows what is best for me.
Remembering that my heart is a big one and every kindness counts, I will
hold a special place in other hearts more than I realize. My own heart is so
big that it spills out and touches the cold places in other hearts.
Every day I will say something nice to myself, and surround myself with good
news. If I hear too much bad news I will get on my computer and head for
HappyNews.com.
I will walk. This is the easiest, most effective mood brightener of all.
Just walking for 15 to 30 minutes a day at a moderate pace has been shown to
work as well as taking antidepressants in some cases. It can’t hurt to try.
I will dance. Simply moving the body to a musical beat like the Samba or any
music boosts feel-good endorphins in the brain. It reduces stress and
increases energy. I can lower blood pressure and improve breathing. Just
moving around in the living room to any song will work as long as the heart
is pumping and I am having fun.
I have my own power to create happiness and rediscover joy. Spring will just
give me a boost. I will create a haven for myself in a comfy chair and relax
listening to soft music. I will close my eyes and begin to breathe in
deeply, letting go of tension with each exhalation. I will picture myself
happy and serene. I will embrace stillness. If bad thoughts try to slip back
into my conscious thoughts I will imagine them floating away like clouds on
a windy day. I will breathe deeply and then when I am ready, I will slowly
open my eyes, and welcome not only springtime, but the day I have been
given.
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Escapades
of Emily
By Emily Gail LundyGetting
technical support
Most likely, everyone knows the pain of embarrassment. It seems unusual to
be made uneasy by someone I cannot see; she or he can’t see me. But we hear
each other - on the phone. A business call is often unsettling for me.
Recently, my laptop was doing more than its usual quirks as sending a typed
page into cyberspace, jumping on the page without command, changing fonts
with no action from me and so on.
I called my provider’s tech line. After pushing 6 or 7 buttons on the phone
of recorded information, along came Melissa. Her voice had confidence. Maybe
I had a tech who wasn’t given a six-week course in computers or a book to
teach oneself English. She understood my pain. I could not find my usual
home page. Thus, I had no e-mails, could send no e-mails and could not
create columns needed for my work.
Melissa gave me directions making me realize I did not know left from right,
but I could find simple figures as a house, a star, and something resembling
a wrench.
Melissa wanted me to turn off my modem. I did. Then she asked about the
static on my phone line which might lead to my computer problems. Thus I was
to check three phone hookups, disconnect them, and use my cell phone.
Our house has build-ons: two steps down from the kitchen is my office shared
with a washer and dryer. Two steps down from this room is a bedroom. I say I
am going downstairs when really we have a one-story house. For some reason I
told Melissa this as I went from level to level and back to disconnect
phones which needed filters to eliminate the static and maybe help my typing
endeavors.
Then I had to find the cell phone to let Melissa call me on it to discuss my
dilemma, multiplying as she spoke. Something is wrong with the order of my
retelling this experience because Melissa could hear me yell at my hubby
about the cell phone. He said he heard it ring in the night, sounding as
though it was in a purse. This pleased me that the man knew about purses.
(We have one cell phone only.)
I had to empty three bags to find the cell phone, then tell Melissa I was
hanging up. She could call. When she did, I laughed about all the exercise
she had provided me because I needed it to help my ailing back. That meant I
had to tell Melissa about my early morning fall in the dark. I had to get up
in the dark and make my way to another room. Doing so, I fell backward,
landing across my husband’s thin legs, which did not cause a stir from him.
I pulled myself up as quickly as possible to prevent his ever using his legs
again, and went my way, crawling over him as I returned to reach my spot in
the bed, the other side.
Melissa thought this amusing. She put my home page permanently in place and
gave me some useful advice. I asked where she was calling from which was
Shreveport, La., and I complemented her on her expertise that usually
doesn’t occur on calls for help. I thanked her and hung up. I did all she
said to get better use from my devices.
We still have static on our phone lines. We are almost accustomed to it. I
do hope if I call, someone else comes on the line to help me. I can’t “face”
Melissa again.
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