Starting about a month ago I forbade myself to work on the Red Plan on weekends. I might still get up early to blog or wait until everyone else was asleep. After Church on Sunday I got a reminder of why this was a fairly important promise to live up to.
I was about to exit when I passed by a room with a couple members of the congregation in it. They had stethoscopes out and the devices to measure blood pressure. One, a member of the Duluth Fire Dept. asked me if I wanted to check my pressure. I do this routinely every time I donate blood but I’ve never fully understood the significance of the high and low numbers. It turns out that this Sunday after choir when I should have been relatively peaceful I was “prehypertensive. That was the first time anyone had mentioned this but over the past year there have been a couple episodes when I though my heart would excavate a path out from under my ribcage so I wasn’t that surprised.
When the election is over I’m getting out of Dodge to reclaim my normal tranquil state of mind.
I got a preview of the in the glorious and surprise sunny afternoon following church. A member of the congregation had invited people to come out to her home in the boondocks and pick the bumper crop of wild cranberries she said were out in the bogs. My daughter and I did just that. In an hour we picked enough for two bowls of cranberry sauce. We stopped to buy a turkey breast on the way home and had a lovely Turkey dinner that evening.
I was up until 2AM but I was working on organizing family files for a change than my mountain of Red Plan paperwork. Like family time its one of the things that has taken a back seat to politics for the past couple years. If I’m going on a vacation after the election I don’t want that kind of stuff hanging over my head either. I plan on blissing out when I leave town. I’ve got to clear my mind for the task of completing my book.
