I’m sitting here trying to decide what I’d like to write about today and getting nowhere. It’s not that I don’t have things to say. But it’s really hot and muggy (hate that weather), I’ve got a headache (fibromyalgia seems to hate that weather too) and I’m hungry (2 hours til dinner). Too many distractions. Like the woodcarved bear couple that arrived today – sitting on the floor next to me, whispering sweet nothings about vacation.
I can’t tell you why we bought the bears. Did you ever walk into a store and something called your name (besides chocolate – chocolate talks to everyone)? You try to ignore it, but you keep coming back to look just once more. You can’t justify it as a necessity. You can’t pretend it’s useful. You’re not even sure where you will put it. You may even leave the store … but you eventually you go back because if you don’t, the chatter in your head will drive you crazy. That’s why we bought the bears.
Of course, it helps that we bought them in a store in West Yellowstone. Every time I look at them today, I remember that vacation and smile. And wish like crazy I was still there, not back here in muggy reality. I know, it’s hot out there, too, right now, but it’s a dry heat … no, wait, I guess that’s Arizona. But it’s pretty dry in Montana and Wyoming too these days. Besides, my mental images usually have water in them: lakes, streams, rivers.
Speaking of Montana and water, I read recently that officials were asking fishermen (and fisherwomen – no sexism here) to voluntarily stop fishing the rivers and streams between certain midday hours. It seems that the extreme heat out there right now heats the water up so much during the day, that the added stress of the catch and release could kill the fish anyway. Kind of defeats the purpose of catching and releasing. Just thought I’d throw that in because it wouldn’t have occurred to me.
The hot muggies make it unpleasant to use one of the few things I’ve found that actually help the fibromyalgia pain. Those Thermacare heat-wraps. If it wasn’t so hot already, I slap one of those babies on my neck faster than you can say “pain.” I’ve tried to figure out why they work so well for me. Partly, I think it’s that the heat is constant for a long period of time (up to 8 hrs). It doesn’t need to be continually reheated (like a hot water bottle or microwavable hot pack). It also allows mobility. The heating pad is great, but it’s difficult keep changing positions and activities when you use one. Not changing positions and activities seems to make my fibro pain worse. Wrapping a heating pad around your neck is a little inconvenient, too. So, despite the muggies, there may be one in my future later tonight.
I still haven’t heard from my Lakota friends. It’s very frustrating. I have my “godchild’s” birthday gifts ready, but don’t know where to send them. I would hate for her to think I’ve forgotten her. Listen, do your friends a favor – let them know where you are. Unless you’re on vacation. That’s the one time it’s okay to be unreachable.
I think I’ll go start making salad to go with dinner, which is gratefully now sooner than it was when I started writing. Just a nice, cool supper tonight – steaks “on the barbie” (courtesy of my husband) and salads. Works for me …