Perhaps I am as my sensitive teeth and increasing weight will tell you. But who can bid adieu to sweets, candies, and chocolate? Hard chewy candies or soft center filled truffles, I cannot resist them.
My solution is to try to get sugar free candies and dark chocolate. I keep a secret stash, to be used in case of emergencies.
One thing I never was an eye candy! Never pretty enough or dumb enough! But I think it is better this way.
Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “the beginning, the end.” Write about the beginning of something and the end of something. Bonus points if your first sentence contains “the end” and your last sentence contains “the beginning.” <– Read that again. Have fun!
At the end of last year, we all thought that we would be soon rid of this enforced isolation due to covid-19. But perhaps we were a bit too optimistic. Life is never like that, going from sad to happy with the flip of a switch.
It will take time to slowly get an upper hand on this pandemic and the resulting situation. We will still have to be careful and cautious. Wearing face coverings/ masks, avoiding mixing with too many people, and avoiding places where there is an increased chance of exposure are all the sensible things we still have to practice.
Hopefully, with an increasing number of people getting vaccinated, it will be the beginning of the end of this pandemic.
I’ve seldom been to the beach because my hometown is far away from the sea. But that experience of venturing barefoot into the sandy beach is unparalleled.
The cool water washes over the feet and when the waves recede, it pulls you into it. Resisting the urge to follow the wave back into the ocean, I stand my ground. Waiting for the next one to surround me in its liquid comfort.
There is something hypnotic and mesmerizing in the rise and fall of the water with the motion of waves. One can sit by the seaside and look at it for hours.
If I am safely sheltered in a dry secure place, I love storms. The rain and thunderstorms, that is. Not the ones at sea.
Sitting by the window and looking outside at the pitter-patter of the rain, the fragrance of earth slowly soaking the water (petrichor), and the forks of lightning the sky in a spectacular way, it’s a visual and sensual treat.
I’ve never been on the sea in a storm, but what I’ve seen in the movies or tv, it sure is a scary experience. The mere dimensions of them make me glad that I never faced any.
Then there are the storms in teacups. Many people I know are fond of creating these sorts of storms. Any little issue or problem is blown up beyond recognition into a massive thing. I’m glad I am not one of those people. It gets so exhausting to deal with them.
“You need specs“the optometrist told me kindly. “I knew it I said, but people didn’t listen to me!”I was validated at last. All the blurred images and muddled words now made perfect sense.
I tried on different pairs and finally chose a cat-eyes shaped one. I thought it was trendy and cool. Butother sixth graders thought it was hilarious. They called me different names, four eyes being one of them. But I liked my specs. I seldom broke a pair during my school life and was happy wearing them while I was awake.
By the time I was in college and close to turning 18, I heard about contact lenses. Now I wanted those desperately. I lost interest in my specs and began to pester my father to getme contact lenses. Finally when I started med-school, I got my wish.
Nowadays, I wear just my glasses for reading only. I got cataract surgery a few years back and now my vision is almost 20/20. It felt so strange not to wear specs first thing in the morning. Sometimes out of long ingrained habit, I still reach for my non-existent specs on waking up!
Linda is the host of JusJoJan and Stream Of Consciousnesses Saturday
Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “close eyes and point.” When you’re ready to write your post, open a book, a newspaper, or whatever is handy and close your eyes and point. Whatever word or picture your finger lands on, make that the basis of your SoCS/JusJoJan post. Enjoy!
I had this book at hand. It belongs to my granddaughter who is 21 months old. The word I got was “Downstairs” ( from the poem; Wee willie winkie)
Upstairs, downstairs all day long
Burning so many calories I can’t count
Then the knees started creaking, the back protesting
No more running up and down the stairs for old me
I moved my headquarter downstairs permanently
Now I only go upstairs if I want to look at the view
Admittedly, the terrace affords a lovely panorama
Beautiful enough to move my old bone to climb the stairs