to be happy about today . . .

62. 5.5 years since LASIK and still seeing 20/20. . .

and my reading vision is pretty remarkable also :-)

So maybe doctor's visits aren't all

frustrating

jumpthroughus

hoops

???

psyching out the lotus focus . . .

OK, here goes!

Confession time . . .
Three weeks of Wii Fit and I am sooooo addicted.
The powers inside the balance board can read my mind.
I'm hopelessly unbalanced!

I may have to admit defeat in the Soccer Ball heading game. Deflecting a ball in full motion with my head is not a sacrifice I can wrap my brain around. Every instinct in my body says DUCK!!!!

I've arrived at level 8 (for beginners) in Table Tilt (navigating Level 5 is my nemesis most other times). After many, many, many unsuccessful attempts, I am now a Ski Slalom amateur . . . sometimes. Navigating my Mii-in-a-Bubble up the river seems do-able. Sometimes my penguin Mii celebrates amateur status in catching fish without falling off her iceberg (too much). Walking her across a Tightrope is a save-for-later.

And, thanks to my persistence, in the face of unbalanced verdicts, yesterday I unlocked Lotus Focus.

Let me just say that, when all else fails, I turn away from the Balance Games to Yoga--and some of the Strength Training--Wii challenges to boost my self-image. I'm pretty good (aka trainer or master)--naturally, it seems, since I've had not a single "how-to" lesson until now--at Yoga. And I know enough about Yoga to recognize that this Balance game is essentially a Yoga thing and therefore a way to progress, in Balance, beyond unbalanced and the occasional amateur status.

Just figuring out how to get my bottom and legs lotus-positioned (well, close . . .) and balanced on that small balance board surface was tricky--even at 5'5", with a bull's-eye perfect BMI! My first four attempts--two at 27 seconds followed by two at 32 seconds--were unbalanced.

I've figured out that my weak(est) area--this has been lifelong challenge which LASIK has lessened but in which I still need major brain training--is orienting myself in space. Rapid onslaughts of visual stimuli (like those soccer balls and foreign objects) rattle my composure. Managing my reactions to auditory stimuli, on the other hand, is a relative strength.

Sooooooooooooooooooooooooo, on the fifth attempt at Lotus Focus, I closed my eyes (except for the occasional peek) and sat and sat and sat some more until the game ended itself.

180 seconds of sitting still enough to be a

Lotus Focus CHAMPION

I have arrived!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

of Yo-Yo Ma and Robert Frost . . .

I wasn't prepared for the emotion. The parallels between our new President and my childhood hero, JFK, were evident, even without media input. While I might only vicariously understand what it means to have an African-American inaugurated President of our great land, I could, those long years ago, appreciate firsthand, as I watched Kennedy's inauguration with my Catholic boarding school classmates, what it meant to have a Catholic inaugurated President of our great land. I am still that true child of the '60's who welcomes change, bites her tongue (but not as often as she should), eschews to-do lists, boundaries, routines . . . And who is moved by the music of language, the language of music.

Robert Frost and I share a birthday, but he was part of me long before I knew that. Today, as I watched Obama's inauguration, my woods were filling up with snow. I live the litany of miles to go before I sleep, of promises to keep. My roads, too, diverged in a yellow wood. Like Frost, I have almost always taken the one less travelled by, choices that have, indeed, made all the difference . . .

My clearest firsthand memory (the others have been multiply revised by time and media replays) of Kennedy's inauguration is of Frost reading his poem. I forget, until reminded by a Google search or other prompt, that the poem he read--that he recited from memory, actually--was not the one he wrote for that occasion. That the sun on the snow that January 20th morning forty-eight years ago was too much for his frail vision .

[Robert Frost Reads Poem at JFK's Inauguration: January 20, 1961
http://www.americaslibrary.gov/cgi-bin/page.cgi/jb/modern/frost_1 ]

It wasn't the poetry who touched me today. It was the music. Just a few short months ago, I discovered (and blogged here about) Yo-Yo Ma's version of Simple Gifts. Yo-Yo Ma was/is my new favorite musician, courtesy of his rendition of Gabriel's Oboe which seriously challenges Galway's version as one of my all-time musical selections . . . As with Frost all those long winters ago, I was, today, witness to a performance that is sure to ring crystal clear in memory long after the sights and rhetoric of the day are overwritten by time and media replays.

'Tis a gift to be simple,
'Tis a gift to be free,
'Tis a gift to come down where we ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
It will be in the valley of love and delight.

Mama and the 7 grandbabies

the faces of me . . .

or what family and colleagues saw in me this Christmas . . .

created in Wordle, btw . . .