Shopping For My Favorite Things

 

I like to steal from laundry baskets, closets, table tops, well you get the idea.  Mom calls this activity “shopping” and I hear “Henry no shopping!” a lot.

I also love to watch TV and saw THE SOUND OF MUSIC.  Here is a song I made up about shopping, I sing it to THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THINGS from that movie.

Shoes with shoelaces and stinky warm sockies
Bright shiny pennies and used paper napkins
Brown paper packages from Uncle Sam
These are a few of my favorite things

Rust colored squirrels and crisp broken branches
Mom yelling Henry come in for your breakfast
Books from the library or the thrift store
These are a few of my favorite things

Mom in pajamas with plush yummy slippers
Dead leaves that stay on my nose and my whiskers
Open dog treat jars left too close to edge
These are a few of my favorite things

When my Mom yells
No shopping Henry!
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad

Thrift Store Rescue!

A small food bank run by a local church near me has an even smaller free library for the families and homeless people it serves.

No children’s books!?!  Gotta fix that!  Children need books to nourish their minds   For less than $15.00 these books will fill the lower shelf of the small library for those kids!

 

The Beast and the Monk

The beast leaned into him, huffing it’s warm breath over his cheek.  He leaned into the beast, taking in the sweet musty smell of the animal. The smell of tea shrubs and fragrant white flowers.

Alone he had removed the rocks and debris from the field. Raked the earth smooth until it was finally ready for the beast.

The beast stepped forward, it’s great hoof covering his bare foot. The sharp sound of bones breaking and the intense pain lifted his spirits. A sign that it was time to begin.

Stepping into the field the beast followed him. The hooves of this son and grandson of great Samurai warrior horses left deep indentations as he followed the limping monk back and forth across the field.  Finally the field appeared as though filled with gentle waves  of the ocean coming into high tide. The beast nodded it’s head as if to bow to the monk sensing it’s duty was done.

A simple meal of boiled millet and pickled vegetables was eaten with the hashi (chopsticks) he kept in his sleeve. Tying the hashi together with a small length of  red silk cord from the beast’s armor he was ready for the next task.

Into the middle of each hoof print he pushed his hashi into the earth. Into that hole he dropped one tea seed. Covering each seed with the rich soil he moved to the next hoof print and continued until the entire field was planted.

In the fall of the third year the plants were shoulder height. The monk knew the first harvest would occur the coming spring.  The monk also knew that harvest would produce the finest tea, honcha, the real tea.   Those worthy of this scarce treasure, and who could afford the cost, would enjoy a tea ceremony attaining ultimate understanding, good fortune and good health.

As the monk limped through the field he allowed simple pleasures to fill his heart, taking in the familiar musty smell of tea shrubs and white fragrant flowers and the great beast.

 

 

 

March is Lymphedema Awareness Month

Lymphedema is a swelling caused by excess fluid.  Cancer patients can get lymphedema because lymph nodes are damaged or removed during surgery and damaged by radiation.  Lymphedema becomes uncomfortable and limits movement as it progresses.

Treatment?  The therapists through my current insurance are booked weeks out.  As lymphedema progresses it can cause tissue damage and other permanent damage.  Waiting weeks for some relief was not an option.  I increased the exercises for stimulating lymphatic system and added a manual lymphatic drainage (light self-massage) to reduce the swelling.  I was unaware of this simple technique until a friend told me about it.

The results?  Swelling reduced and movement almost back to normal.  Much more comfortable.  Since I was previously doing the exercises, I believe the light self-massage was the thing that reduced the swelling so dramatically.

At the preliminary therapy appointment I was told that my insurance did not provide any massage or self-massage techniques.  I was told that the self-massage probably did not help.  If I wanted to continue self-massage to go ahead because it probably didn’t hurt anything.

My first therapy appointment to learn how to do the compression bandaging designed to reduce swelling?  Two more weeks.

The interesting thing about this self-massage is the light touch used.  One therapist described it as pushing a dime across your skin.  It is just a suggestion to your tissues to wake up and get that fluid moving.  Anything more aggressive is a no-no!

 

 

 

Jason at 2017 Hina Matsuri Festival

Jason 2017
Jason 2017

Meet Jason.  We worked the doll room together at our Hina Matsuri Festival.

Jason knows more about the dolls than almost anybody at our church. Here he is entertaining some people describing a life-size Samurai armor replica.

Jason outgrew his boy’s kimono he wore last year but I include it here because it is amazing.  A gift from his Aunt and Uncle who live in Japan.
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A formal Kimono, not for casual wear.  A real family heirloom that he can pass down to his son one day along with his knowledge of Japanese dolls.

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Tea Ceremony at 2017 Hina Matsuri Festaval

2017 tea ceremony SUMC

The tea ceremony evolving from the scarce availability of green tea in Japan blossomed into a truly wonderful experience.

Tea ceremony 2017 SUMC

The rituals of the ceremony focus on the guest.  Every small detail of the room and utensils leads the guest to serenity and appreciation.