Cosmic Bubbles

Today’s horoscope, more of the obvious…how much of that can I take? Well, thinking about the obvious health concerns before me, number one, I need more sleep, as three to five hours of interrupted sleep doesn’t help. Constantly interrupted sleep keeps the cortisol flowing, a problem I have had for two years now. Exercise has been an issue to this point, because of the reflux and dizziness, equilibrium doesn’t let me walk a straight line for long. So, hopefully, the Prevacid will take care of the reflux, and tests will find I have no terrible health concerns that can’t be easily and quickly addressed. Diabetes does run in the family, unfortunately. I was underweight until my mid-forties, then a normal weight until a couple of years ago. Now, with forty pounds on my highest weight, it is no wonder I have a problem. My body can only take so much.

The horoscope: “There are some pretty important issues right in front of you — and there’s no need to look beneath the surface to find out what’s really happening. Just focus on the obvious for the time being.” The obvious, my tummy is right in front of me, lol, so I guess I need a sense of humor to go with the exercise I need to get doing.

Some of the obvious was in the day’s collage, and anagram, as well. The text chosen for anagramming was, “Well, you apparently know the system already, so it working.” The anagram reads, “Start walking, you do employ eyes to pray, think “well” answers.” Sounds like a plan to me!

Those were the days, Mr. Machine, Slinky, Sea Monkeys, Silly Putty, Tickle Bee and  TumbleBug. I still have my Mr. Machine, only because my grandfather liked it so much.  When he died it was one of the toys I found he had kept, so it was one of the few things I got. It still makes the connection. My grandfather was a big kid for such a little man (5 foot tall on a good day). He’s been gone since the early nineties, but when I think of him it is like he’s just out of sight somewhere. Yeah, Mr. Machine was a favorite.

I thought of this today when I finally caught up on my Popsci mail, coming across a story on Pleo, the toy that thinks. I have to wonder, by the time I am a grandma, what will my grandchildren be playing with, when so many children are into video games with few links to a simpler time. The thing is, I have passed on some of that “simple stuff “to my children, so I can count on them handing certain things down to their children. Candyland and the Game of Life may not be around by then, who knows, but sand buckets never go out of style.

I have mentioned before that on one of my children’s (16th) birthdays she received a package of sand toys, purchased at Walgreen’s no doubt, since they are one of the few to carry such fun packages. These are the plastic toys we used to wake up to on Easter morning, along with the plastic rakes, cheeps, and giant chocolate bunnies. Those were the days. We seemed to have bunnies for the coop, too, somehow. The things we remember.

Some (Madison) friends called last night from Naples, Florida to let us know they were leaving there today and heading to Charleston. I am glad they’re having a great time. Since all my vacations are vicarious, I asked for a few seashells and maybe a little sand. Of course, I am just as happy to be able to walk the riverfront and find a snail’s shell, to pocket a small piece of my own private little “vacation” spot close to home. My mind wanders as I think back to days spent with my own children on the beach, and with my mom at the lake not far from where we lived. Sands of time link my thoughts and “machinery” forever.