Every month, I want to join the “What I’m into” online crowd. Or the “Things I like now” club or the “My latest finds” group. Whatever you want to call it, I want to be a part. Then I remember that I have three children in three schools with a ridiculous number of extra-curricular activities, and the only thing I’m “into”, is staying sane. Occasionally, I might manage to do that with a good book. I feel jealous when I read these posts on someone’s latest musical finds or the ten books they read this month or the twenty posts they curated for our reading pleasure. Where do they find the time? I keep people clothed and mostly fed. End of story.
However, I do love a good list, and I like to reflect on the minutiae of my life every so often. It reminds me that most of life takes place in the mundane details, not in the deeper thoughts rattling around in my head. This month, I’m linking up with Emily and friends to share the “fascinating, ridiculous, sacred, or small” for the month of February.
Here’s what I learned this month:
1. After many years of trying unsuccessfully to replicate the French “r” sound, (I either sounded like I was speaking in German or like I was hacking up phlegm. Which, ahem, is the same thing.) I found an instructor who taught me how to create the sound. It’s a vibration, not a rolling of the tongue like the Spanish, or a guttural noise like in German. I get it right about half the time, which is 50% more than before.
2. When the physical therapist says, “Your pain is our pleasure” he isn’t kidding. And also, after giving birth three times, there is almost no position too awkward if it promises relief from the never-ending pain in my arse.
3. When the physical therapist suggested I may have a hip impingement, a stress fracture, or oddly enough, an allergy to gluten, I balked at the idea of allergy testing. Apparently, I’d rather have a fissure in my bone than give up the cookies.
4. I experienced a new low when I went to the grocery store in sweatpants this month. This is the one thing I swore I would never do. When I told my friends, one of them confessed she left the house in sweatpants sans bra that morning. At least I wore my undergarments, and what with all the physical therapy and awkward positions, I consider myself winning in this situation.
5. I’m a little bit obsessed with the Enneagram, and thanks to Leigh’s post this week, I have confirmed I am a four. Living with me is a real walk in the park. Said my husband never. If you know your number, share it in the comments!
7. Winter sunsets. I can’t get enough of them.