I was reading Oprah’s magazine this morning, while the little man was golfing, and her end feature, “What I Know for Sure” was about her enjoying alone time. Rings very true with me as I am a big fan of it as well. Why? There is something almost meditative about it. It’s calming. It’s restorative. It lets my mind wander. I find all of those things relaxing and rejuvenating.
One of my favorite times is when my house is clean, the laundry is done, and I’m home alone. I sit in my comfy chair and listen to the quiet and smile. The only noise is generally the refrigerator running (hmmm, why does it always seem to be running? Perhaps not a good thing.), but other than that, quiet. No TV, no music, no anything. I close my eyes and just sit and relish the moment. The little man, on the other hand, does not like quiet. When he’s home, the TV is almost always on. I tried to get him to watch TV in the basement, but he doesn’t like it down there, so I hear golf, auto racing, Bruce Willis movies, etc. My other half is a man who doesn’t care to be alone with his thoughts. And he’s not alone.
I read a study last month about how people are so used to being engaged, that we are no longer comfortable being alone with our thoughts. We watch TV, listen to the radio in the car, are constantly on our phones, or are wearing ear buds to let music fill our brains. Perhaps we are afraid of our thoughts or maybe there’s not much to think about, but the study mentioned that creativity is going by the wayside as a result.
What do I do when I’m alone? “Whatever I feel like I wanna do. Gosh!” to quote Napoleon Dynamite. Some days, it’s just cleaning. I might start a project or look at catalogs or read. It’s not that I’m just sitting doing nothing, which I do, but it’s the fact that if there’s noise, I’m making it. My mom gets it. She also appreciates alone time. I think it’s heredity. As a child, I do recall spending a lot of time alone, partly due to shyness, but mostly, because I was very good at entertaining myself. I could make something from nothing and spend hours playing with my creation.
A story my kids often tease me about is my joy from playing with a rock. I’m not talking about something you could hold in your hand, but a rock that stood about 2 feet tall and resided at the corner of our house. It had lots of indentations in it and I treated it like a kitchen. I would make food and serving utensils from berries, leaves, grass, twigs, whatever I could find. I would hang around it for hours just playing house. I wish I had taken a photo of it, but we moved from that house when I was eight and I didn’t have a camera. I wonder if it’s still there?
Do kids today still get chances to use their imagination? Are they so wired to technology or organized activities that they never have alone time? Do they even like being alone? Many adults, including the little man (I was gone for two weeks recently and I think he had an anxiety attack that put him in the hospital for observation on the day I left). If you don’t like being alone, stretch yourself by trying it. Sit in a quiet spot and listen to your thoughts. If you do have a thing for alone time, then, you know exactly what I’m talking about. It’s an “ahhhh” moment.
I was shopping yesterday at a nice outdoor mall that has a Whole Foods, Eddie Bauer, Gap, Pier One, and a handful of other stores on the ‘front side.’ On the back side, there’s a Carter’s Outlet, TJ Maxx, Homegoods, Nordstrom Rack, and a great bookstore called Joseph-Beth. One of the reasons I went, and there are often many, is that I wanted to check out the REI store. There is something about walking in the door to that place that makes me want to hike, camp, rappel, and even jog. Well, perhaps not jog. If you have never been to this amazing store and you like to do anything outdoors, you need to check it out. Yesterday, I even bought some Peter Rabbit Organics fruit and veggie pouches for my organic-eating grandson. It’s also one of my favorite places for stocking stuffers at the holidays.
What do I covet at REI? They carry Smart Wool socks, Goal Zero portable solar devices for when your smart phone needs a charge, carry-on luggage that will fit in the overhead on a plane, cute casual shoes, and more. I could basically back up a truck and fill it with kayaks, freeze-ried ice cream, cute clothing, etc. In fact, I could probably fill a semi. I don’t do a lot of outdoor stuff, but when you see allllll the accoutrement for any activity, it just sucks you in and you want one of everything. It makes you WANT to camp, so you can use the Camp Kitchen, Gourmet Kitchen set, and the portable Sink.
I love just poking around the store. I could spend 20 minutes just looking at all the colorful carabiners. I may never rappel, but I know I can find some uses for them. If you can’t get to the store, they are online and if you’re looking for some deals, try their Online Outlet!
Years and years ago, I bought a plastic garlic press that had two sizes of disks that you could swap out. It worked pretty well, though it meant scraping the garlic off the disk every time I finished using it. Always left a hint of garlic on my fingers, which I’d often forget to expunge by rubbing my fingers on a stainless steel knife, spoon, or fork. Well, the day finally came when the little man was using the plastic device and it cracked as he was pressing some garlic for me. It was rather sad. I happened to mention this to my darling daughter and what arrived at my door? A NEW garlic press! And it’s a doozy.
It’s stainless steel and even my other half won’t be able to break it. I really like the fact that you can flip the handle over and get the garlic residue off without digging it out. It makes the chore of pressing very easy, too. No straining, which is probably what broke the old one. It’s a thing of beauty!
Did you know that fresh garlic doesn’t give you nasty garlic breath? It’s true! The taste is superior to jarred, granulated, or powdered. Plus, it has health benefits. And, I’ve heard it will keep werewolves at bay, in case that’s an issue for you.
I like how Word Press asks what’s on my mind, because tonight, it’s graham crackers. I’ve been on that kick lately. Usually, it’s a winter comfort snack for me, but since I didn’t have many over the winter and I recalled that recently, I’ve been eating some now.
How do I eat them? My mom taught us to dip them in milk, wait a few seconds and then eat off the part that’s slightly soggy. Then, re-dip and repeat the process until the cracker is gone. And believe me, you’ll want to go for another dunk and realize the whole cracker will have found its way down your throat already. At which point, you’ll get up and head for the box.
I usually start with a third of a cup of milk…I use a coffee mug, and about 6 cracker halves. Notice that I said start, because I rationally think that will do the trick and satisfy my craving. At least I’m burning a few calories as I walk back to the pantry. This isn’t an amateur dunking event. You do need to pay attention to the length of time the cracker is in the milk; not long enough and it’s not saturated and still crunchy, too long and you will only be holding the dry portion of the cracker in your hand. And I NEVER drink the remains of the milk. Overly soggy bits of crackers in my milk is not appetizing.
I used to babysit for a family where the mom would suggest a breakfast idea for the kids, which was smashing up a bunch of graham crackers and topping them with milk. It’s the equivalent of leaving the cracker in the milk for a few seconds too long. Gross. I would make it for the kids, but not partake.
Everyone knows about some of the other reasons one might eat a graham cracker. My mom also treated us to graham crackers coated with a thin layer of butter. Yum! It’s that sweet and slightly saltiness that tastes great. Who hasn’t had a S’more? This Pinterest page has tons of ideas.
One of my favorite comfort snacks, which I haven’t made in ages is Praline Crackers. When my daughter was a teenager there were times when we’d look at each other and know exactly what the other was thinking…and it was to make some of these.
9 whole graham crackers
1/2 stick butter
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup chopped pecans, optional
Heat the oven to 325 degrees. In a small saucepan, heat the butter and brown sugar and stir until it starts to boil. Place the crackers on a cookie sheet next to each other in three rows of three (you can line it with foil). Pour the cooked mixture over the crackers and top with pecans. Bake for 8-10 minutes. Serve warm. Mmmmmm…great with a class of milk, but no dipping.
Here’s another idea that involves a cracker, but not graham. My father taught us to use saltine crackers as dippers for eating vanilla ice cream. Sounds gross? Try it.
Are there days when you wish you could be somewhere else? Perhaps it’s a place you’ve been or surely a place you would like to visit. I just read the other day that even when you can’t go anywhere, thinking about it can be almost as positive for you as going in person.
I was sitting in the backyard today reading a book and when I closed my eyes and listened to the birds chirping, I was picturing myself sitting on a fallen log in the deep green of the north woods (and I wasn’t swatting mosquitoes), sitting on a bench overlooking Green Bay in Door County, WI (eating an ice cream cone from Wilson’s), gazing over the Tuscan countryside (with a good glass of red wine), and even rocking gently in a boat floating in the harbor in Copenhagen (waiting for the sun to come up, so I could have a pastry). It made me smile, even though I was no where by my own backyard.
And I’m not saying my backyard is bad. I did finally buy some nice patio furniture, so I am enjoying more than just looking out the window at the backyard, like previous years. It’s purely heaven to lie on the sofa looking up at the blue sky as a gentle breeze cools me. I truly can’t ask for more than that, but it is nice to toss in the thoughts of being anywhere. Try it!
In my quest to lose weight and get into better condition, I downloaded the My Fitness Pal app on my iPhone. My goal to lose weight in a certain about of time (class reunion) meant I needed to stay within the 1200-1400 calories per day range. Well, let me tell you…I am not a big eater, but I had no idea how many calories I was consuming in a day. Actually, I was shocked. No wonder I’ve gained weight. Those ‘few’ small peanut butter cups, my beloved cups of chai, that handful (okay, so it might have been more than a handful) of almonds, etc., sure added up quickly. During the first few days, I was out of calories after lunch. Who knew?
Well, I have to give some credit to this handy little app. It has helped me lose about 8 pounds and get under the “That’s overweight” jibe on the Wii. I did fall off the wagon in Chicago one weekend and probably last weekend in Nashville, since I wasn’t keeping count, but for the most part, I get in my exercise more regularly and I have been thinking a whole lot more about what I put into my mouth. And, that’s a good thing.
The app is pretty easy to use and if you need a boost and a nice way to keep you on task, give it a try. You’ll be glad you did!