Cleanliness is Next to the Washing Machine

In the “old dogs CAN learn new tricks” category, let me introduce my new detergent: nifty little sheets by HeySunday. I used a similar product when visiting our son and daughter-in-law earlier this spring and thought, yay! I can get rid of one more plastic bottle. I placed my first order which arrived in a simple brown envelope.

HeySunday sheets can be halved for smaller loads and in a further nod to lessening waste, the laundry sheets are bundled in paper wrappers. So far so good.  Clothes are clean, no inadvertant spills, and I can cut up the cardboard envelope to use as index cards for note taking.  An all around win.


photo courtesy of Debra Darvick

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Above All, Have Fun

It’s been quite a while since I adhered to a regular exercise routine. Covid closed down my yoga studio as well as the wonderful SLT studio I went to twice a week. I participated online until the repetition and tech glitches drove me to near couch-potato status.  True, I’ve kept up with my 10,000 steps and recently spent eight weeks hiking in Arizona for three to four miles each day. But it’s been way past time to develop, or redevelop, exercise habits I began in high school. 

“Whatever you choose,” my doctor advised me, “just have fun. Figure out what exercise you really want to do and make it fun.” Exercise has always been on my should do, have to, need to list.  It’s satisfying once I’m done but pretty much boring and something to be endured while I’m at it. Until I began thinking how to make it more enjoyable.  

Instead of focusing on specific exercises, I considered what music I wanted to listen to while I worked out. I know, I know, go ahead; call me late to the party. But I relish quietude. Silence is my old friend. I don’t have music streaming through the house nor playlists on my phone. Nevertheless, finding music to exercise to was the turning point. One day I cue up some Joni Mitchell. Another day a Motown medley on YouTube makes my routine fly by. Deva Premal sails me through yoga asanas; the 70’s band It’s a Beautiful Day mentally returns me to my teenage bedroom, reprising the floor routines I did in high school. I feel myself exercising counterclockwise in some curious mash-up of my once-upon-a-time and present self. Granted, my moves are slower; I’m aware and respectful of my limitations. And it’s delightful to feel an echo of 17-year-old me inside of 68-year-old me.

Fifty-plus years ago it never would have occurred to me to appreciate how freely and easily I moved through space. It sure does now. When Deva or Joni or Aretha sing their last notes, I give thanks for head, shoulders, knees, toes, and everything in between. Consider it an exercise in gratitude.


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The People’s Pharmacy

This time’s offering is a website I’ve been enjoying. Actually, I signed up for a weekly update that offers of tried and true home remedies, articles and health news. The content creators, Joe and Terry Graedon, offer current research on all matters of wellness; I’ve shared some with Martin to bring to his doctors’ appointments. One of their home remedies I used years ago and it worked then and I’m sre it will work now. (Scrape the inner flesh from a banana peel. Apply it to a wart and secured it overnight with a bandaid. I did this for a week and not only did the wart come off but the entire root of it.  Gross, I know, but effective. The Graedons’ creds are solid.

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