59 Candles, 59 Things – Part Twenty

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Twenty Eighth thing: Learning new things makes me happy.

This was not always so.  I didn’t particularly like school. That isn’t completely true.  I liked certain topics – English, Drama, Speech, Literature, Art, Oceanography, Psychology interested me.  Math and science – the worst. But I think that’s true of most people, we excel at what excites and intrigues us, wanting to learn more.

What inspired me to choose learning new things as my twenty eighth entry in this series of what makes me happy has to do with life lessons, finding out the extent of what you don’t know and learning from those experiences.

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I have been talking about buying a new bed – for years.  It was a priority when I retired (over a year ago) but I was filled with trepidation over obstacles, certain that the process would be difficult and stressful. I remember buying my last bed when I was forty, thinking “this will be the last bed I’ll have to buy”.  Longevity runs in my family so I’m not sure why this thought stuck in my mind.  Just because I’d purchased a top of the line bed what expectation did I have for how long beds last?

I moved here 30 years ago and my queen size box spring was nightmarish to shove onto the landing, scraping the ceiling before turning the tight corner and getting it up the stairs. When I bought my current bed almost twenty years ago, I moved my other bed to the guest room rather than have to contend with getting it back down the stairs of our two story home. And it was not an easy delivery the second time.  (I recall grunting and scraping sounds.)

But I digress. My biggest obstacle: I was certain I’d have to cajole, bribe or withhold my purchase if I couldn’t get the salesperson’s agreement to move my old bed down the stairs and cart it away. I just knew I’d be told that was my responsibility. As a result, I procrastinated yet still complained about my too soft bed.

Well, I was wrong –  and I’m admitting it.

Not only was delivery free, the old bed would be removed at no charge and carted away. All products in this store are made in the USA (this is important to me).  0% financing for 50 months means I can leave my savings account untapped.  I even learned to my delight that an adjustable bed is not just available from a certain manufacturer but rather is what you buy with any mattress – in place of a box spring and standard frame.  It will attach to my oak headboard which I love. In addition to raising either my head or feet it has other features including MASSAGE.

Yup.  Did not see that coming!

In two hours from the time I entered the store till the completion of the sale, I’d learned how much I didn’t know. (It was substantial). After years of serious sleep issues, two bad shoulders, lower back pain and the like, I’m kicking myself over not having done this sooner.

But as Jules, my yoga guru said “you weren’t ready yet”.  Namaste.

Anytime now the delivery van will arrive, cart away the old bed (buh-bye) and bring my new bed.

And considering I’m only fifty nine, I’m hopeful this isn’t the last bed I’ll ever buy. But next time, I won’t let the amount of things I don’t know impede me. Instead I’ll look forward to learning something new.

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Fun at the Gem Mine

A few days ago, Spence and I did something that we’d never done in 24+ years together. We went panning at a gem mine.  And I’ve got the pictures to prove it.

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At Friendly Falls Food & Stuff – where the beer is cold, the folks are friendly and you too can pan for gems!

We paid $10 for a bucket of “sand” (though we could see some crystals peeking through) and a little spade.  Directed down to the waterfalls, next to an old mill, was the panning area.

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Using these sifting trays to pan, fresh river water is cascading gently from the right.

By the end of our experience which was truly enjoyable, we got quite a haul including some really gorgeous crystals.

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In a huge ziploc bag, ready to be cleaned and remove small leaves…

Once rinsed and all debris removed, here is our treasure! Fun, sun and a bag of gems for $10. Memory of good times with my guy = priceless.

Painting Party at Picasso’s Grapevine

This is what the teacher painted

For those who follow my blog, you’ve seen references to my lifelong BFF who has been integral in injecting fun into my retirement life.

Yesterday, she gathered a group of family and friends for a painting party which is a new trend but the first time I’ve attended one.  Held at Picasso’s Grapevine, the hostess brings in wine and snacks, the venue provides ice buckets, cups, corkscrews and the like.  As we signed in we were given our own easel and canvas.  She’d pre-selected our subject for painting which was on display – a kind of Van Gogh-esque Sunflower scene.  In front of each easel were smocks, a large, medium and small brush, a cup of water (to clean our brushes) and a paper plate palate of acrylic paints in white, black, royal blue, burnt sienna, yellow, orange, red, green and purple.  Our instructor, Heather, started us off with a toast and as we raised our glasses, she explained the process.  At first we were all very quiet as we gripped our brushes with precision, getting the feel of painting.  As time went on and wine was consumed, we loosened up. The painting became more intricate and the laughter ratcheted up as our group walked around to look at how others were interpreting the same instruction.

Our group, lifelong BFF and I are far left.

Over all, it was a blast and even though I don’t think I’m ready to start selling my art, I felt a sense of accomplishment by doing something outside of my comfort zone.  It was fun, relaxing and I have a memento of our painting party as a bonus.

C'est Magnifique, no?
C’est Magnifique, no?

Sensory Deprivation or Floating Away Stress

Everyday in retirement holds infinite possibilities for experiencing new things, traveling new places. And I’ve been one busy young retiree.  Immediately after I retired my lifelong BFF found a 3 day Primordial Meditation Workshop – was I in?  Abso-freaking-lutely!  I knew meditation would be good for me but was always too stressed, too tired or too fill-in-the-blank to commit to it.  Fast forward to now. I’ve rarely missed a day, sometimes meditating twice a day. Using a free smart phone app called Insight Timer, I’m up to 221 days, 87 hours of meditation and that doesn’t count the meditation done in my private yoga class.  I began working with an awesome yoga instructor/life coach/spiritual guide every other week, leaving each class feeling more zen, younger and flexible.

So when my sister gave me a brochure to Great Lakes Floatation and asked me if I’d be interested in going, I thought “but of course”.  I deduced that being in such a great mental place, I could easily handle being inside a sensory deprivation tank for an hour. Just me floating in a mega-salt water bath, in the dark. My sister by contrast, approached our girls-day-out in the midst of a catastrophic, money-hemmoraging home repair nightmare that for two days prior to the float included jackhammering her basement floor.  I knew that she desperately needed this but wondered if she could “let it all go” and just float.

I needn’t have worried.  There is something magical about the silky, tepid salt water.  About the dark and total absence of sound.  I repeated my meditation mantra for awhile, I think I dozed off a few times.  I stretched and floated in a state of nirvana.  I liken it to transporting back to the safety of the womb. (too much?)

When we emerged from our private tank and after a shower, we met up in the after-floatation lounge.  I felt fantastic but the transformation in my sister was remarkable.  All the frustration and stress that she carried in with her, had “floated” away.

My tank

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My sister’s tank

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Great Lakes Flotation LLC
5232 South Morrish Road, Swartz Creek, Michigan 48473  – in case you’re interested

Roomba, My New Toy

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I’ll admit, I’ve secretly coveted something my sister has for awhile now.  I never let her know how I felt, trying to take the higher road and knowing, someday, I could have it too.

As fate would have it, last week the stars aligned when my 30% off Kohls coupon arrived, coupled with a sale price, $30 in Kohls Cash and free shipping.  The universe sent me permission. And so, I did it. I bought an I-Robot Roomba.  Now admittedly, convenience was a factor.  After all I’m busy blogging now, taking yoga, traveling, meditating, creating gourmet meals for Spence but let’s not gild the lily. I’ve seen the youtube clips of cats, no smarter than my own, riding these Roombas while their owner’s floors were being cleaned.  The first time out of it’s docking bay, I was so fascinated that I didn’t have a camera at hand and missed Tipper and the Biscuit’s initial reaction.  And no, they didn’t hop on it. But it was hilarious, take my word for it.  Today, I decided to unleash it in my kitchen/yoga space/pop-up dance floor (that’s a story for another day) and it did a fine job.  The Biscuit was a bit less apprehensive this time out but when I suggested “hey kitten, hop on for a ride”, he shot me a look like “lay off the wine woman” and walked a safe distance away.  I decided not to force it. For now…

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The Biscuit checks out the Roomba. “You don’t scare me you little alien”
The Biscuit observes and protects as the Roomba hovers near his food dish. “Not gonna ride it” thinks Biscotti.

“Baby Got Back” and Finding the Right Pair of Yoga Pants

Being a woman of both stature (6 feet tall) and shall we say, possessing a “curvy bod”, I’d always appreciated the sentiment in this song about the virtues of a prominent derriere. (for those of you not familiar “I like big butts but I cannot lie…”)

One of the great joys of yoga and retirement is the need for YOGA PANTS.  I “needed” (seriously) new clothes in order to do yoga. Enter the discovery, via online shopping of Athleta.com who carries amazing stuff but to me, most importantly, Kick-Booty Yoga Pants – and in TALL SIZES.  I ordered them, free shipping (hoorah) and then patiently tracked the package as it sped my way.

When it arrived I was as excited as a child on Christmas morning, racing upstairs and stripping off whatever I had on.  I pulled them on, oh joy – comfortable, long, great fit all around.  Then I turned around and checked out my “Kick-Booty” posterior in the mirror.  It was magnificent! Needing further validation, I ran off to find Spence and model my new yoga pants.  I think I even attempted to twerk (not something a woman of my age should try, but hey, it’s all about testing your limits – right?).  Spence pronounced that I looked “amazing” and of course, at the end of the day, that’s what I was going for.

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