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SOLC Day 9: Feeling Nostalgic

March 2024 SOLC–Day 9
A huge thank you to Two Writing Teachers for all that they do to create an amazing community of writers and a safe, welcoming space to write, learn, share and grow.
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My youngest daughter loved to sleep in our bed. As she got older, my husband and I used to worry about it. Should we say “No”? Is she too old? Eventually, we fell back on that age old wisdom, “Well, she’s not going to be sleeping in our bed forever.” As the time between her nighttime visits stretched out, I began to wonder each time, Will this be the last time?, and then I didn’t mind the extra limbs and limited space so much.

Winter is still here, but you can feel it loosening its grip. It’s been tame this season, and I’ve missed the winter scenery–the geometry of ice on the river, snow covered fields, the fleeting, deep blue that lingers within mounds of snow.

Over the past week or so, I’ve found eyes lingering on the trees. I love to see them snow-dusted after a storm, but even without the snow, I adore the network of bare branches visible in the winter. It’s only in recent years that I’ve come to recognize that I actually prefer the winter version of trees. They hint at the symmetry of roots underground, frame the sky, and reveal the birds. Their interlocking branches feel both stark and majestic. I know those limbs will disappear soon, gradually hidden by the spring growth of lush green leaves.

I’m nostalgic today, I guess, missing things that are long gone, and missing other things before they’ve even gone. My daughter is 26 now and it’s been a long, long time since she slept in our bed. Ultimately, we didn’t even notice when that last time happened. And now, even while my eyes linger on those glorious winter trees, I’m recognizing their transience, already missing them.

It’s so difficult to recognize a last time while it’s happening. As I get older, I’m more and more aware of the fleeting nature of everything. I know that “last times” are approaching, or perhaps even passing me by right now, unnoticed until later.

I’m trying to think of this increased awareness as a gift, a reminder to appreciate things while we still have them, while they’re still here.

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SOLC Day 8: Boot Camp

March 2024 SOLC–Day 8
A huge thank you to Two Writing Teachers for all that they do to create an amazing community of writers and a safe, welcoming space to write, learn, share and grow.
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This post is also for this week’s Poetry Friday.

If you read my post yesterday, you might be wondering if I went to Boot Camp last night or not. Here’s an update…

I get home from school determined to go to Boot Camp, though I do NOT want to do it. Not AT ALL. I am bone tired, physically, but also just so tired of rushing. I want a night where I don’t have to do anything, for at least a little while. Outside, it’s cold and rainy. Inside, the chair beckons. The wood stove beckons. I give in to the lures for just a moment, curl up on the chair, and within moments, fall fast asleep.

I wake up a little bit later and immediately look at my watch.

“Phew! I didn’t miss Boot Camp!” said no one in my house.

With incredible effort and stunning discipline, I overcome the forces of inertia and propel myself into exercise clothes and out the door, whining all the way.

At the Y, before class starts, everyone is throwing around the “f” word.

“We’re going to do centers tonight and you’re going to work really hard!” the instructor says. 

“Fun!” someone replies enthusiastically.

Fun? Huh. That’s not the f word that came to my mind.

“We’ll get the music going and really get into it. You’re going to leave it all out there!” 

“Fun!” someone else chirps happily.

If you’re a fan of the move, “The Princess Bride”, you’ll understand that after a few more “Fun’s”, it was really hard not to say, “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.” 

Soon enough, the instructor has explained all the stations, and we’re off.

I start with jump roping. I quickly get tired. Keep going! Just distract yourself. Think about something else… I often try to write poetry when insomnia strikes, but I’m pretty sure I can’t compose while bouncing. Just pick a word and rhyme. (Please bear in mind that I’m feeling overwhelmed at this whole exercise Boot Camp thing, so I have to do something to keep going.)

rope
scope
hope 
dope 
dope 
DOPE 
bope? 

BEEP! Next station.

I stumble to the next station, some sort of stair torture.

I recognize that I might be having a less than stellar mindset and try to turn off the negativity.

Come on, Molly. I tell myself in my best cheerleader voice. You can do this. Just try.

try
fly
die 

Ohhhhkay, maybe choose another word. 

The instructor’s voice rises over the music, “If you need to stop and catch your breath, that’s okay.”

Breath, I think, panting heavily and trying to catch mine. Good word. 

breath
death

Okay, maybe this rhyme thing isn’t working so well.  I stop rhyming and try to focus on my form at the current station, but before I know it, I’m rhyming again.

“Finish strong!”

strong 
long
wrong
wrong 
WRONG!

BEEP! 

“Next station!”

I’m now doing something called Crawling Bear. At least I think that’s what the instructor called it. I am literally on my hands and feet with my butt stuck up in the air, scuttling around a marked path. (I’d describe it some more, but you really don’t want to do too much envisioning here.) 

My rhyme brain and negativity decide to join forces.  

What rhymes with suck?

Oh!!! The f word!

So, I repeat that one over and over and over in my head until…

BEEP! 

“Next station!”

And so it goes. 

Eventually it ends. And I did it all. More or less.

On the way home I compose a limerick in honor of the occasion (and so that I could technically link this post to Poetry Friday lol). 

There once was a foolish old lass
who started an exercise class
Her thighs were a-quakin’
her biceps a shakin’
‘Twas all a big pain in her a*s!

If you’re interested in checking out some much more meaningful rhyming and poetry, head over to Laura Purdie Salas’s blog. She’s hosting Poetry Friday and celebrating the launch of her newest book, “Oskar’s Voyage”. You’ll find some fascinating tidbits on the book’s creation, especially how it moved from prose to poetry.

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SOLC Day 7: Exercise and Aging

March 2024 SOLC–Day 7
A huge thank you to Two Writing Teachers for all that they do to create an amazing community of writers and a safe, welcoming space to write, learn, share and grow.
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I started an exercise class this week. I just walked right in, more or less ready to go. Ok, to be honest, I spent a couple of weeks talking and thinking about it first…or maybe a year or so… At any rate, I got there a bit early on Tuesday night so that I could introduce myself to the instructor and let him know I had no idea what I was doing. He was friendly and gave me a cursory overview of the class and a few tips. 

“Let me know if you need some modifications. Tonight is mostly weights, so the typical modification is less weight. Thursday night is more of a cardio Boot Camp(Wait! What!?! ) so there might be some more things to adapt then.”

I nodded, barely listening anymore, while seriously reconsidering my plan to go to the Thursday class. (Boot camp! I have NEVER aspired to participate in anything called Boot Camp! )

But let me fill you in. I’m taking this particular class for several reasons: 

One, I’m getting older. I know this isn’t a news flash, but it’s starting to sink in. Last year, I listened to all of Julia Louis-Dreyfus’s amazing podcast, “Wiser than Me”, in which she interviews famous older women about their lives and their ideas about aging. (It’s absolutely fabulous, by the way, and I highly recommend that you check it out!) From the women who were feeling good about being older, there was definitely a theme about the benefits of being fit and strong heading into your golden years. 

Two, I already have noticed that I don’t feel as strong as I used to. I’ve also read about the importance of weight bearing exercise for menopausal women. I’ve managed to  ignore both of these things for a long, long time. It feels like the right time to make a change. Ok, if I’m being honest, and more accurate, it feels more like now or never.

Finally, I haven’t taken a class in ages. I (sort of) like the idea of trying something new, and this particular class works with my schedule. Besides, it’s March, and I can probably find a slice in it somewhere, right? (Psst–Hey, look! I did!)

On the journey to this new exercise thing, I’ve discovered that there are some clear benefits to aging. (Though when I just said that to my husband, he scoffed. Loudly. Or at least I think that’s the appropriate word for the sound he made. Maybe it was a snort?) But truly, the wonderful thing about aging is that I don’t really give a hoot about a lot of the exercise trappings. I just want to do it. I’m not embarrassed to modify if I need to. I no longer have the need to try to keep up with the bounciest, most energetic person in the room. I am totally in it for myself and for the most part, couldn’t care less what anyone else thinks. I did give a few minutes of thought to my wardrobe, but mostly for the comfort factor. There is no longer a need to look good in the gym either. Coordinated outfits? Ha! I wore old leggings (I’ll just ignore that small hole.) and  a souvenir T-shirt from a long ago 5K. It worked. 

So class one is now officially in the books.

On Wednesday morning my coworker asked, “How did your class go last night?”

My response? 

“I didn’t tip over, and I didn’t wet myself. I count that as a win!” 

Based on her facial expression and the fact that she’s a very fit 29, I’m not sure she appreciated the true scale of the victory, but I sure did.

Now it’s time to decide whether or not to head to Boot Camp on Thursday. 

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SOLC Day 6: Getting outside

March 2024 SOLC–Day 6
A huge thank you to Two Writing Teachers for all that they do to create an amazing community of writers and a safe, welcoming space to write, learn, share and grow.
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Although the weather forecast called for unrelenting grey this week, I woke on Monday to blue skies and sparkling sunshine. The ride to work was stunning. After some overnight rain, everything was fresh and vivid. A haphazard V of geese flew low over my car and the rising sun lit their bellies a glow. It doesn’t get much better than that. I’m totally taking a walk after school today.

All day long one of my students was obsessing over wearing shorts tomorrow. I kept overhearing him talking to his classmates with great enthusiasm. “Are you wearing shorts tomorrow?” “I’m gonna wear shorts tomorrow.” His intensity made me smile. After dark winter days, we’re all ready for some sun and warmth. 

Recess duty was a joy and we were hard pressed to blow the whistle and end all the fun. The likelihood of more sun this week was scant and the students (and we) were happily soaking in the rays and the moderate temperatures. I couldn’t wait for my afternoon walk!

At the end of the day I gathered my things quickly to leave. As I walked out to my car, a friend passed me, heading back into the building, “Molly, you should stay for yoga!” she said. (Our fabulous PTA has arranged for a free 6 week session of weekly yoga on Monday afternoons.)

“No way,” I replied. “It’s gorgeous outside. I’m going for a walk.”

“You really should try it some time,” she said. She knows my complex feelings about yoga (which might or might not appear in a blog post later this month). 

“Not today!” I replied, thankful to be outside and looking forward to my walk. 

As I drove home, I watched the clouds gather steadily. Or maybe I was just driving into them? Either way, by the time I got home, that lovely warm sunshine was a memory and the skies were covered with a thick blanket of grey.  Oh, no. I wonder if it’s still sunny at school?  I stepped out of the car to a brisk wind. It’s colder here, too! I really wanted a warm-ish sunny walk!

Winter in Maine is tough with all daylight hours literally spent at work. I leave in the dark and drive home in the dark. Now that there’s some time at the end of the day, you just have to take advantage of it. 

So, I changed my shoes, zipped up my coat and set off at a brisk pace, giving one last fleeting, regretful thought to my imagined warm, sunny walk. Heading down our rural road, I watched a hawk lift and soar from a nearby field and traced its low path through the trees until I could no longer follow it. Where was it going? I veered off the main road and onto a blocked access road. With the recent rains, the creek water was flowing, gushing and tumbling over slabs of rock. I felt my shoulders ease as I listened to the rushing sounds. I walked carefully hoping to see a deer or other creature, but it was just me and a few far-off birds. It was thoroughly lovely. 

Even as the day grew darker, and it started to mist, my footsteps lightened. I didn’t care that the sun had disappeared for the day. Or that the dark was steadily gathering around me. I didn’t even mind the fact that the mist gradually turned to drizzle and that drizzle inevitably turned to rain.

It just felt so good to be outside and moving. 

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SOLC Day 5: What else is lurking in that cupboard?

March 2024 SOLC–Day 5
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I have never had a class celebrate as many birthdays as my class this year. It seems like there are always cupcakes, cookies, or some other sweet treat coming in the door. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m always up for sweets and a celebration, but this year that’s been complicated a bit by a student whose parents want her sugar restricted. And so, of course, the treats are rolling in!

This past Friday we had cupcakes late in the day. I was handing out random napkins from a stash in the cupboard, while the birthday boy supervised cupcake dispersal. I had decided to use up all the odds and ends. Who knows how long they’d been there!

“Rainbow stripes for you and you!” I said, putting down a few brightly striped napkins.

“Yay, we’re back to Valentine’s Day!” I said as I handed out a few red heart covered ones.

“Oh, Christmas is here again.” I put down a napkin…

What! Wait a minute! That doesn’t look right!

I snatched it back up.

“Never mind, it’s snowmen for you!” I said, quickly recovering, pulling a napkin from the bottom of the pile, and moving away. The surprised student was thankfully distracted by an incoming cupcake.

I moved over to my desk and quickly shuffled through the remaining assortment of napkins. Was there another one or two? Yup! I removed them from the stack and then continued handing out the rest of the napkins.

Before long the kids were off to Specials and I was looking more closely at the napkins I’d secreted away. I have no idea where they came from, but I’m pretty sure that these napkins were not intended for an 8 year old birthday bash:

Maybe I need to look a bit more carefully at what else is in that cupboard. Or maybe I need to quiz the room’s previous occupants. And take notes! Because clearly they were having a good time!

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SOLC Day 4: Ten Ways of Looking at a Grey Winter Day

March 2024 SOLC–Day 4
A huge thank you to Two Writing Teachers for all that they do to create an amazing community of writers and a safe, welcoming space to write, learn, share and grow.
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Yesterday was dreary in a dazzling sort of way. We ventured outside to enjoy the day and were amply rewarded for doing so. In fact, during our wanderings we spotted at least 21!!! bald eagles! It was tough to keep count.

Ten Ways of Looking at a Grey Winter Day
after “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird” by Wallace Stevens

  1. You,
    me,
    alone together
    on rain drenched paths.
  2. Puddles
    offer up reflections
    to the sky.
  3. Wings lift and shift.
    A convocation
    of eagles gathers
    at the water’s edge.
  4. Suffused with mist and
    the keening of geese,
    the air hums.
  5. An old orchard,
    overgrown.
    Winter stark and
    free of apples,
    ripe with echoes
    of laughter.
  6. Between the thorns,
    globes of water balance
    along blackberry canes.

    Within each sphere
    a world
    encapsulated.
  7. The yellow glow
    of winter grass
    warm beneath
    the bare trees.
  8. Blueberry barrens–
    a gentle red glow,
    sweetens the grey.
  9. Negative space.
    Silence where frogs sing.
    Ice in the marshes.
  10. When the wind blew,
    it shook raindrops free
    and filled the wings
    of a hawk.

©Molly Hogan

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SOLC Day 3: Reunion

March 2024 SOLC–Day 3
A huge thank you to Two Writing Teachers for all that they do to create an amazing community of writers and a safe, welcoming space to write, learn, share and grow.
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I was never brave enough to go away to summer camp. Sleep overs were the toughest challenge I could manage, and I didn’t have a great track record with those either. Mom or Dad often had to come pick me up in the middle of the night when my imaginings got the worst of me. I still remember the horrible feeling of wanting to stay but being desperate to get home.

This is why it’s so surprising that when describing the start of the challenge this month, I’ve said to my husband multiple times and with great enthusiasm, “It feels like a camp reunion! Like it’s the first day of summer camp!” I guess I’m glorifying what I imagine summer camp to be, but I’ve read the books, heard the tales (I’m looking at you, humbleswede!) . As I dove into slices on Friday and yesterday, it felt like the best sort of camp reunion.

Everywhere I looked there were familiar faces. Oh, look, it’s H! OMG, A is here again this year! I’m jumping up and down. M! J! D! Hi! Hi! Hi! I’m waving wildly, afraid of missing someone and I sort of want to fall into a pile of squealing middle-school hugs–and I’m not even a hugger! And then I stumble upon someone I hadn’t even remembered that I’d been missing until I saw them. Oh my gosh, it’s K!!! You know how that goes? Finally, there’s the thrill of the new “campers.” So many fresh faces and perspectives to meet and each one adding to the fun and festivities!

To make things even better (I know, can you believe it! It gets even better!), this year two of my colleagues are slicing, too! One is a veteran, but the other is new to the Sliceoverse. I want her to like it here as much as I do! I keep having to restrain myself from introducing her to everyone, telling her where to go, who to meet, giving tips, etc. I want to keep asking, “Do you like it? Do you?” I know that she’ll figure it all out on her own and be the richer for doing so. I’m just so glad to be slicing alongside both of them.

This is only the third day of the challenge, and I’m sure there will be some deer-in-the-headlight moments and times I wonder why I signed up again (not really, but kind of…), but for now I’m just reveling in being back at “camp” with my friends/colleagues, reuniting with return “campers” and meeting new ones, too! Welcome and welcome back everyone! Happy Writing!

We’re going to have the best time!!!

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SOLC Day 2: Making a Change

SOLC Day 2:

March 2024 SOLC–Day 2
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This was the week. I was determined to make a change, and tonight was the night to put it all into action. I’d already done my legwork earlier in the week. I’d checked out the most local branch of the Y, adding my name to my husband’s membership. I’d scoured the class offerings and settled on a class that began at 5:30. That would allow me time to get home, change and get to the gym. I’d even peeked in on the class one night. To be honest, it looked…well… not fun. It involved multiple sets of colored weights, floor mats, and gym clothes. And people who looked like they knew what they were doing. I was pretty sure that sweat and discomfort were waiting in the wings.

Still, I was determined. During the school day, I told multiple people that I was going to start a new exercise class tonight. I hoped stating this out loud might stiffen my resolve.

At the end of the day, I tidied up, dropped a co-worker off at the car-dealer (after repeating to him, “Yup, I’m going to start a class at the gym tonight!”) and headed home.

Coming in the door, I announced to my husband.

“I’m going tonight. I do not really want to do this, but I am going to.” (Despite my encouragement, earlier in the week, my husband had decided he was not interested in sharing this particular experience with me. Go figure.)

“Well, you know, we can go to the other Y and swim together on Friday and Monday nights,” he suggested, looking at his phone. “There are also some other classes there. There’s some Yoga and a Pilates class.”

“I know,” I said, “I looked. But I want absolutely nothing to do with anything that has ‘an infusion of ab chiseling.’ That sounds horrid! I might swim some, but I really want to do something with weights, too. Well, not “want”, but you know…”

He laughed and I headed upstairs to find the gym clothes that I’d neglected to organize earlier.

A few minutes later, I was scrounging through my clothes. What should I wear? Sweatpants? Leggings?

“Hey, Molly!” Kurt’s voice had an odd note in it.

“What?”

No answer.

“What?” I yelled again, glancing at my watch. Where had the time gone? I was going to be late if I didn’t hurry up. I definitely needed some extra time before the class began to confess my ignorance and out-of-shapedness and throw myself on the mercy of the instructor.

I grabbed some sweatpants and moved out into the hallway, yelling downstairs again.

“Kurt, did you say something?”

“Well, I don’t know if this is good news or bad news.”

“What?” I asked, yet again as he appeared in the hallway, holding his phone.

“It says here that the Y is closed.”

I froze.

“Really?” I asked, maybe in a hopeful tone. “Why?”

“I got an update, and it says there’s a power outage.”

I didn’t even have to think for a second.

“Oh. No doubt about it! That is most definitely good news!” I tossed my sweatpants back toward my closet, and practically skipped down the stairs. Color me Off. The. Hook! This was like a free pass–almost as good as a snow day–like finding two hours of free time!

A few minutes later, I was happily ensconced in my chair. I looked over at Kurt.

“You know I was going to go, right? Even though I really didn’t want to.”

He nodded.

“That means I get credit for all the good intentions, right?”

He nodded again.

Smart man.

So, I guess next week will have to be the week. Stay tuned!

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SOLC Day 1: Leap Year Lucky?

SOLC Day 1:

March 2024 SOLC–Day 1
A huge thank you to Two Writing Teachers for all that they do to create an amazing community of writers and a safe, welcoming space to write, learn, share and grow.
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Yesterday morning, I woke before my alarm detonated, rolled over and switched it off.

Did it freeze overnight? Would we have a delay?

I reached over hopefully to pick up my phone and clicked on the school closings page.

Nothing. Not a single delay anywhere.

I sighed, then had another thought, brightened and whispered, “Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit!”

In my family, saying “Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit” first on the first day of a new month brings good luck. I’ve been attempting to do so for longer than I can remember, with mixed results. I was thrilled that I’d remembered this time.

I reached over and poked my sleeping husband.

“Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit!” I whispered loudly, determined to spread the luck around. (Also, since we are married, good luck for one typically means good luck for the other, so it wasn’t entirely unselfish of me.)

“Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit,” he responded sleepily. (After almost 35 years or marriage, he knows the drill.)

I slid out of bed and made my way downstairs to get the day started, slightly disappointed there was no delay, but chuffed that I’d remembered to say “Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit.” It is surprisingly difficult to do. Suddenly, I had a delightful thought:

Oooooh! I wonder if it will be extra lucky since I remembered on a Leap Year! I should text my sisters and see what they think.

A few sleep-logged clogs turned sluggishly in my brain…

Wait
a
minute…

On a Leap Year…(insert your favorite major head slap image here!)

If it’s Leap Year… that means it’s still February today.
That means tomorrow is March 1st.

I had to laugh–and cringe! Luckily I hadn’t texted my sisters yet.

Later, in the day I texted my husband, “Sorry! I guess it’s still February. We’ll just have to try again tomorrow!”

Update: In case you were worried, I remembered again this morning! And woke my husband up again so that he could, too. Phew! This has to bode well for the launch of this year’s Slice of Life Challenge!