HOW SWEET/SWEAT IT IS

How Sweet/Sweat It Is

This morning I was folding laundry and noticed the Calvin Klein label on the guy’s undershirt. It reminds me of Christmas shopping my sister and I did with my mother years ago. How sweet the memory of when things were more carefree and my mother was younger and stronger. In those days, I still believe in some of the Christmas story. I believed in the warmth, kindness, giving and generosity of the season, if not the birth in the manger. I still believe in those sentiments but I’ve lost the warmth that came with it all. Humbug! is what I feel.

I am not really happy with the way I am. I feel hard and brittle like peanut brittle instead of marshmallows. Illusions once lost are gone forever. They are not what I really want. The God up in the sky no longer works. So why should Christmas still be the same. I didn’t start out in life with the Christ story. It was adopted when we immigrated to Canada. I have never been quite comfortable with it. Now is a logical time to give up all my pretense and come out of the closet. There, I’ve done it! I’ve said it. And what I really want for Christmas is good physical and mental health. They can come as they are. No need for a ribbon or bow.

Gifts don’t come free. I’ve been working on both. I’m still frequenting the gym using good hygience and social distancing practices. Our classes are small. I trust the staff and other members. I figure the exercise and socializing in small groups beneficial to my mental health. It feels exhilarating to work up a sweat. It carries me through part of the day. I hope the Covid numbers will come down. Otherwise, the gyms might get closed down. In that event, I still have my daily walks. Having walked daily, rain, snow or shine for 14 years with Sheba, it stays with me. Sheba would be proud of me. She’s probably walking with me in spirit.

It is almost the end of another day. I’ve kept up with doing at least one difficult thing a day. It helps lift my mood and gives me more energy. It’s cloudy all day today. No sun at all. The highest temperature in the greenhouse was 0 Celsius. While I’m waiting for the sun and spring, I’ve been researching on how to grow ginger and tumeric. It’s pretty interesting and exciting. There’s numerous videos on YouTube on how to grow both using roots from grocery stores. I might pot some up as soon as I get some ginger and tumeric. Why wait for spring? I can do it now.

About hafong

Hello! My name is (Leung) Hafong alias Lily Leung. You always say the last name first….that is the Chinese way. That is my partner lurking behind me. Since this is my blog, I won’t mention his name. But this is a rather cool picture. You see me and yet you don’t…sort of the way I feel about myself most of my life. So this blog is a self-exploration, an archeology dig of some sort. My tools…..words of a thousand or so at a sitting. I will try for that.
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6 Responses to HOW SWEET/SWEAT IT IS

  1. kateloving33 says:

    What kinds of difficult things do you commit to doing every day? Things you’ve never done before? Heavy lifting? Dealing with so called difficult people?

    • hafong says:

      I am often stumped by the simplest and most stupid things. It’s those things that I try to tackle. They vary. Yesterday was making an appointment to get my 2nd shingles vaccine. But I’ve made the appointment for Thursday. Today..well, I’m just stuck and drinking tea. I have trouble with putting things away, finishing something, picking up something off the floor…..

  2. Dr.Amrita says:

    Yes you can grow both ginger and turmeric.Both are amazing .Good health is priceless and a blessing we all need.I love walking too

  3. Me, too, Lily. I no longer can meander into the swimming pool depending how I feel each day. Nope, I must make an appointment- which MUST be on the hour, not the half hour, not the quarter hour. And, line up outside the building waiting for 10 minutes or so to be checked in. To ramble downstairs and stay by the chairs until the whistle is blown. And, then, I can swim my laps, hurriedly return my mask, and bustle back home, since showers and changing are no longer tolerated after swimming.

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