Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. Today? My Ten Things of Thankful. From last week (mostly!) and this week. “What?! You can’t do that! You can’t recycle an old thankfuls list and post it the following week! Not even hiding the fact that this is not completely fresh offa the press? What gives you the right, huh Girlie?, huh?
The Book. You know. The Book of Secret Rules aka The Secret Book of Rules (BOSR/SBOR). This is what allows for occaisional deviation from the norm here at the hop that Lizzi built. I site an oft overlooked rule, Rule 13301, Subsection 95, paragraph 05 which states in part: “…the state of being thankful is not bound by time. Therefore, thankfuls in the context of this hop, are not required to be posted necessarily in chronological order. If one or more thankfuls are of an ongoing nature, that is to say, if continuity exists within the parameter of thankfuls and current day, then they may be used at a future date, concurrent with present day thankfuls…”
That being said, I present last week’s unfinished 10 Things of Thankfuls items 1-7 together with this weeks Thankfuls which, btw, include an item from what technically might not be considered occurring within the current, present week. But who cares! Who puts a time stamp on thankfuls. That’s right. No one. The act of stopping each week to reflect on life as it happened, as it is happening, and zeroing in on a few items that stand out in the realm of “being thankful” is nothing short of magical. Like magic, the benefits are not readily apparent, not readily “seen”. But they’re there.
Without further ado, I present the mash that is last week’s and this week’s Ten Things of Thankful, Girlie style:
Since I woke up today, I can post and finish the TToT I began
yesterday last Saturday before “life” interrupted. Well, before I allowed life to interrupt.
Greetings from the Edge. Of what today, I’m not quite certain. Woke up at 4:47 am. Had this been a work day, I would have been flying out of bed cursing that I was going to be “late”. Since it’s Saturday, I took a more leisurely approach. Pretty much same routine, only slower.
Today’s forecast: sunny, high of about 94, humid. Um, yeah…if I’m going to walk I’d better do it soon. At 7:17 am I began my Measured Mile x 2. Do you know it took me 43 damn minutes! Although pretty, it’s a grueling path of hills! The first 1/10 of a mile is the only straight away. After that? Up and down steep…. hills. Good for the body…when you’re in shape!
Which brings me to my First TF. I was reminded this week by my body that: 1) I really need to get back into a regular, more regimented routine of physical exercise, 2) that I’ve lost strength and stamina this last year (see #1). The tremendous thankful is that I can still walk. I’m thankful I can walk. (yes, there’s more that could be said about that and in my head on my walk this morning, the self conversation taking place would have made for an excellent post. But you know how it is sometimes – what’s in the head doesn’t always translate out of the head lol)
TF2 Six Sentence Stories. Thank you Josie Two Shoes and to you Ivywalker for hosting this exciting exercise! Very fun!
TF3 Fans. ( not those kind, although I think I have a couple lol) I mean oscillating, pedestal floor fans. Because….the ac went out this past week, it was in the upper 80’s and I sleep on the 3rd floor. Need I say more?
TF4 Don’t know why I thought of this. Maybe because of #3. That I didn’t go head first down a flight of stairs the other night. It was kinda wild. It was the night my landlord knocked on my door to give me the fan. I’d been asleep about 20 minutes but not too groggy to set up the fan. That done, I decided to go down to the kitchen for a snicky snack. 14 steep, narrow stairs down to the second floor.. naah.. why would I turn on the hall light? (dumbass). A third of the way down my foot “caught” (on something invisible lol). In that slow motion, outside of your body kinda way, I saw myself rather impossibly, self correct. I did not go tumbling (dice) down. Yeah. Big TF.
TF5 Hey, we’ll make it today! As in, I’m here to write and complete the post I started yesterday. Sure it looks like I’m doubling up but who’s gonna complain about being grateful for waking up! Besides, you know there’s a Rule for such “duplicate” citations (n-o-o, there’s a rule for when you don’t have 10 items – Rule 1.3. No one said anything about duplicate anything ).
TF6 Unless someone tells me otherwise, I’m pretty darned grateful I’ve still got my marbles. As far as I know, I’m still operating on all 8 cylinders :)
TF7 Music to work, weather to match. It may have been Friday, Thursday?, can’t seem to remember (uh oh, #6, was I wrong? lol) When I left it was still cool outside. Hot and sticky (no, not from my head to my feet, but…. Listen! red light, yellow light, green-a-light go!
Crazy little woman in a one man show..) hadn’t shown up yet. First song out of the box? 18 And Life. Sing Girlie, sing.
TF8 Last Saturday, I babysat the 2 nephews, 11 & Newly 6. Arrived late afternoon. It was a beautiful day even with the heat and humidity. I drove the 3 of us to Five Guys, got burgers, dogs and fries to go, returned to the house. 11 quickly, efficiently and like he’d been doing this for years, set up the TV tray tables. Ready, set – Movie Time! A most excellent evening with 2 of my favorite young people.
TF9, Part 2 of TF8 Sunday morning some of us got up early (me!). I was sitting in 11 ‘s bed writing this post (the first half) when 6 came wandering in. He hopped up next to me – “what’re you doing?” I was in the middle of getting the vid for Def Leppard and told him so. He scooted closer. As we watched the vid, I told him the drummer had only 1 arm. “Really?!” After much stopping and starting I froze the vid on a decent shot of Rick Allen. 6 was amazed. I don’t know if that had anything to do with it, but for the next 20 minutes, I had myself a living shadow. Everywhere I went, 6 went. Here’s the thing that made my heart smile widest: since their grandfather was going to be taking them to a matinee showing of Antman, we were on a tight schedule. No time for showers. I started to gather my toothbrush, soap…before I headed to the downstairs bathroom, I reached into my overnight bag, grabbed my deoderant and promptly swiped my pits. I was wearing a sleeveless T – no harm, no fowl :) 6 never said a word. After I’d “freshened up” and was on my way back upstairs to dress, I passed the boys’ bathroom. The door was open and there was a bit of a commotion. I looked to spot 6 just as he was climbing down from getting something out of the cabinet. “What’re you doing?”, I asked. He turned with the deoderant in his hand and he promptly… swiped his pits.
TF10 Another day. Another opportunity. To live, to love.
Engage, participate. Give, be given. There is only one day.