I was reading an exercise to lower your stress. This is what it says:
Imagine a place where you feel at your most relaxed. It can either be a real place or somewhere that you've made up.
What can you SEE?
SMELL?
HEAR?
FEEL?
Everyone tell me what their special place is in the comments section.
For me, I can see brilliantly blue skies, smell the sea, hear the waves slamming the shore and feel sunshine on my skin.
My Day So Far
It's been beautiful in England. Sunny and warm. I slept late because I'd had such a tiring week. Mel brought me coffee and the cat jumped on the bed as I read the paper.
My daughter came home so that made me happy. I came downstairs and saw my husband playing Michael Jackson's The Way you Make Me Feel so I began to dance to that and my daughter said I was crazy.
Later I cycled to do errands -- take my ball gown to the cleaners, get prescriptions filled, buy beautiful apricots and cherries at the fruit and veg shop.
Then I went into town to meet a friend for lunch. We discussed her problem with a friend. It was very interesting as I could try to analyze her situation as an outsider as I only know her friend slightly.
I came back home and Mel whipped up some cream for scones. My daughter Katie asked for scones, and we got them. She was so pleased with us that she's announced she 'might' come home next week.
My son has a friend over who has a nut allergy, and I have no idea what to get for dinner. We were going to get Indian food from a local restaurant but can't take the risk now. I have about an hour to figure this problem out.
And how is your day going?
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Cocoa Beach in Florida
I can see a Klingon, I can smell the warp engines, I can hear the whine of the dilithium chamber & I can feel the vibration of the machinery -- yes, my most relaxing place is aboard the USS Enterprise.
(humming the Star Trek now)
Under my mommy's bed -- I spend all day here and it's very peaceful. I only come out when it's dinnertime.
My day is going well, thank you.
It's 9:20 a.m. and I just took the dog for a long walk. My children are all still asleep because last night three of them (this adventure would have been a bit too much for my most delicate, Talya) joined me at the Main Art Theatre in Royal Oak, Michigan, where we saw "It Came from Outer Space" at midnight. It was in 3-D and it was so bad it was amazing. Our favorite was that 1950s oddball music played whenever the alien approached, and the wonderful acting by greats like Russell Johnson (who later went on to acclaim as the Professor on "Gilligan's Island.") It was so fun!
How fun that sounds! We would have loved to have been there with you. What a fab memory for the kids.
Relaxing place? Anywhere with no TV, but especially a cottage in a lovely temperate not-too-warm climate, with a pretty blooming garden. No beaches, unless maybe the Adriatic in spring---no glaring sun, thanks.
My day? Up early (heroically, after a late night at a great wedding reception, dancing holes in my stockings!) Our houseguests were still asleep so I had time to make a creamy egg/cheese/pepper strata for their breakfast, and reheat some Amaretto coffee cake.
I would have liked to join you for breakfast...sounds delish.
Sorry to be so late joining in, but my day started with Chav Nana arriving at 7:25 this morning in her nightshirt and slippers and with Chav Woman's two nieces (the Little Beasts) and then the screaming began. We could only stand it for so long before we had to abandon our home and go to my mother-in-law's up the road.
We convinced her to go out for a stroll and a roll along the prom and to stop for an ice cream. The screaming had died down by late afternoon, so we brought her back to ours for dinner - shrimp fajitas (yes!) followed by baked fruit with a scoop of ice cream and now the sun is setting and my shoulders are reflecting the heat from my sunburn. Hopefully, it won't keep me awake tonight.
Theresa, I burned my shoulders up too. I think I have some Solarcaine from the US to put on there. I made fajitas today with the Fiesta Fajita spice your daughter sent all the way from Texas and we almost died with joy from the taste. You put the spice on a few hours before and marinade the meat first -- it's so tender and juicy then.
And to others who read this comment, Theresa has some trashy neighbors who make her life a misery and she blogs/Facebooks about it to the delight of all her readers. We look forward to each day's episode; sometimes she includes photos. We are sorry she's going through this nightmare (she's trying to move), but the stories she tells are riveting and we all want her to turn it into a book. (Something along the lines of 'Southern belle encounters the worst of British society and lives to tell the tale.')
Theresa, I agree the photos are especially amazing!! Hopefully soon you will move on but will always retain this experience for it's extensive anecdotal value.
ItS extensive anecdotal value, I feel certain, you would trade for never having had to endure it, Theresa.
I have never been quite certain about the definition of "chav"---please enlighten. There are so many adjectival epithets that we Americans are not allowed to whisper, much less put on a public site---but we say 'em all the time, in the intimate company of the like-minded.
"Chav"??? What/who are they? I need to know 'cause I might BE one!
Brenda, I've been asked to define this term, Chav, quite a bit recently and my standard response for those of us lucky enough to be Southerners, as been:
"Picture the worst poor white trash you could ever imagine and you pretty much have it."
Some say that "Chav" stands for "Council House and Violent." Council housing is what we would could Section 8 housing back home. Government provided or government subsidized rent.
Wikipedia has links between Chav and white trash so that folks from all countries can understand the labels.
Like Elizabeth said, my husband and I are spending most days searching for a new house and corks will be flying the moment we find one we want!
Thanks, Theresa! I sort of figured from the story's context that chavs were not exactly peers of the realm. Yours sound like they need to be exterminated! Moving away is probably a better idea, though.
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