The way I came to learn this little holiday lesson was - Slightly-British Daughter and I were having one of our holiday movie & champagne nights.
I went hunting through the fridge and cupboards for cranberry juice to mix with my champagne because - well, because that's the way I like my champagne - mixed with cranberry juice.
This custom started years ago when, during a visit to Longwood Gardens, I had a memorable cranberry-peppermint-champagne drink with my meal, got just a leettle tipsy and found myself waxing eloquent on how light affects my art work.
While it's true that I'm not an artist - and therefore have no work for the light to affect, it's also true that I had, at most, 2 drinks that evening. I think part of the continuing allure of the champagne-cranberry drink (besides the yummy taste) is my desire to see if my artist-self will visit again. She was a hoot!
Anyway, the night that SBD and I were to watch our holiday movie and drink champagne I hunted and hunted, but there was no cranberry juice to be found.
Desperate Ever inventive, I decided to toss a spoonful of cranberry sauce into my champagne to see if that might taste at least a little like adding cranberry juice - it did!
Plus, watching the little cranberry glumps slide up to the top and down again (backlit by the Christmas tree lights) provided a bit of entertainment!!
2) I love resting and doing nothing afterwards.
A. I'm quite good at this!
B. On the internets the saying: "How beautiful to do nothing and rest afterwards." is purported to be a Spanish proverb (I thought it was an Oscar Wilde quote).
C. Dropping routine (even for the short holiday season time) makes it easy to forget self-care tools. Oy!
3) I love Hemingway! Somehow I forgot this (might be due to not touching any of his books for YEARS!).
I've been reading a lot during my periods of doing nothing and resting afterwards - and one of the things I picked off my library shelves to reread was The Sun Also Rises - it's reminding me how much (and why) I am (still) in love with Papa Hemingway's way with words!
4) I am not a gym rat. Note the picture below, taken just prior to leaving for the gym. Manchild is confident, silly and exuberant - I am skeptical, disgruntled and overdressed (explanation below). I think I had a pretty good idea of what was to come.
Wait, there's more! I actually considered joining the gym. I'm grateful that, in some small way, wisdom prevailed and I considered using Manchild's guest pass for a week to see whether I was up to the gym before actually signing anything.
I hated PE as a kid, used to hide from gym classes when I could, feign sickness when I couldn't hide, mysteriously lose my gym suit, etc. (you get the idea).
Well, I went. I elliptical-ed (kinda liked that) and used a couple different rowing machines. Learned that...
A. It's not wise to over-dress for the gym. I'm not talking wearing black tie apparel, even I knew better than that!
What I mean is, it's not bright to wear too many clothes. The gym is warm. I wore silk long underwear (top and bottom), a long-sleeved t-shirt, scarf, hooded sweatshirt, sweat pants and thick socks as well as my coat.
I did take the coat off, but didn't want to make a spectacle of myself peeling off layers (it's amazing how easily I can get knotted in my clothes - arms stuck overhead - or even losing my balance and near toppling, so I thought it best not to risk unlayering...)
Damn, it's hot in the gym.
I hated the gym. Turns out some things never change.
I probably learned even more, but right now I'm feeling a wee bit sleepy - it's probably time for another rest.