The weekly photo challenge on WordPress for the week is : Rise / Set

world of ice and snow
refracted sunrise glows
shattering starlight
Copyright © 2018-03-30, by Lizl Bennefeld.
The weekly photo challenge on WordPress for the week is : Rise / Set

world of ice and snow
refracted sunrise glows
shattering starlight
Copyright © 2018-03-30, by Lizl Bennefeld.
This is the commitment-free week between two dental appointments. Next week, there will be the fitting of a new crown, where a filling was needed beneath the old one, as well as a small, so they say, filling in another tooth, same side/lower, not upper. Am still tending toward avoiding anesthetics if at all possible.
This evening, I am hoping that the bad weather moving in actually will be below crisis/danger level. I did thaw and cook an emergency package of beef liver, so that if we lose electrical power, we still can eat. Bought some deli meat, apples, sandwich buns (not for me, but for he), milk and yogurt. It’s looking like the wind won’t be strong enough to knock out power. If that changes, I also will hard-boil more eggs; only three still reside in their refrigerator bowl. In the meantime, I have had trouble convincing myself that I want to eat. I’ve hit food groups, but not a lot of volume.
I have lost track of when I actually started this recuperation/relaxation process. I had been having much trouble sleeping enough and also long enough at a stretch to get into deep sleep. I think that corresponds to coming up on the time change and shortly after. Now that I am sleeping at least six hours in a stretch between sunset and sunrise, my fasting blood-sugar level has evened out. I am using the hand weights, again, but the 1.5 kg, rather than the heavier ones, and concentrating on fingers, arms, shoulders, and back muscles. I have been using the elliptical machine almost every day, but not for long time periods. Now that the latch on the gazebo door has been replaced, I can use the space heater and exercise bike out there. That hits different muscles than the elliptical. The wind was catching the door, which was propped shut with a two-step stool, and I was concerned that we’d lose the door to strong winds if it weren’t more securely fastened.
Aside from a few grocery store and butcher shop trips, I’ve stayed tucked inside, here. That feels really good. I’m more relaxed, reading less, playing more with the dogs, thinking about but not yet writing. The Scampers are spending much time relaxing, also.

This morning I was awakened by the sounds of a large group of crows settling into the nearby trees. And late this afternoon, ragged V’s of ducks flew overhead. I watched too long without going for the camera.


Best wishes for your weekend, wherever you are!
Lizl

I have been taking a lot of naps, this past week. I also have not slept well during the night. Not sure which is the cause, and which is the effect. Sunday evening, I went to bed before nine o’clock and fell asleep directly. While I did wake up around two o’clock in the morning, I managed to sleep again until eight-thirty, when Al woke me.
The weather has been quite warm, this week. For a while it looked as though there would be snow accumulation by bedtime, but I don’t think it ever got cold enough. Mostly, there was light rain to help melt away the edges of the remaining snowbanks around the yard. Except for the north side of the garden shed, where because the sun never hits that side, the ice keeping the door from opening is the last to melt away in the spring.
I have been concentrating on not concentrating on anything other than chores and minding my diet. Saw the dentist, last Wednesday, and have to go in next week for fitting the crown and taking filling a small cavity. The numbness is only now fading from the local anesthetic. May try having the cavity filled without using the topical or local, since the cavity is small. Goes much better when it can be managed.
Tonight I am up late, once again. Reading, this time. The Provence Cure for the Brokenhearted, a change of pace, having reread The Others series (Anne Bishop) from beginning through Lake Silence.
Too much to think about, the lot of it distracting me, when I would rather relax and recuperate. And so I seem to be managing that. My last BG reading was in the 90s, BP 109/61, and my blood oxygen level is at 97% and holding up without breathing exercises, for a change. I even spent twenty minutes or so on the elliptical machine, this morning. (That would be Monday morning.) The day blends into the next without my noticing. Before I married, when I started freelance editing/writing, I would sleep when tired, work when not, and eat when I remembered to do so. Totally unstructured. It was so much easier, all boundaries but the walls, floor and ceiling of the apartment and contents seeming amorphous.
As during my college years. I wonder if I will attend the 50th class reunion events, come autumn. I floated through those years, also, and many years after. Unstructured. Absorbing. Writing poetry, constructing crossword puzzles, journaling…reading everything and playing the piano a lot. I think I didn’t pay attention. Not to the outside.
I ask myself if I would change that, were I able. And I think not. I have arrived here, and I like it.
I will like it if I go to sleep before two o’clock. That would be about twelve hours since I started writing this post.
Good night!
If we were having coffee together, this weekend, I would offer you some fresh, cold-brew coffee. Also, there are green and black teas, water, and some cheese to go with that. I’m heading back for a second helping, since I don’t seem able to get to sleep. Too much coffee? My formal commitments for the week were (a) to have the prep work done by the dentist for a new crown, since I’d a cavity beneath the current one, and (b) to get a picture taken and write a brief bio for a Memory Book the class organizers are putting together for our 50th College Graduation Reunion, in September. That would be (a) like filling a tooth and (b) like pulling teeth.
I would admit to you that I never do well with autobiographical sketches. In this case, how to encapsulate 50 years…Here’s [approximately] what I ended up with.
After graduating with a BA in philosophy and English, I spent 15 years in IT with several financial companies in programming, operations, shift lead, and regional remote payroll coordinator. In 1984 I left corporate for freelance editing/writing, retiring in 2012. In 2015, I stopped selling photo art online. Al and I celebrated our 25th anniversary in 2017. I have been writing and occasionally selling poetry since the 1970s, and have served as a volunteer in and contributor to the international Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Association since 2004.
The other barrier was not having a current photograph of myself, and so I asked my husband to take a few snapshots. I also got some of him in the process, but I have not gotten permission to add one to my blog.


I chose a third. 😏
If we were having coffee together, this weekend, I would tell you that I have had a lot of trouble sleeping during the night. Instead, I drift off to sleep during the day when one puppy or the other climbs into my lap and curls up for a few hours of sleep. We nap for a few hours, two…three…four times during the day and evening. While I have done a little reading, I have not gotten to the computer very often or for any length of time. Nor have I exercised, which is really not good.
Thank you for keeping me company for a while. I am going to try again to sleep, tonight. It’s four-thirty in the morning, here. I hope that you are having a good weekend, wherever you are!
I’ll try to make it for “coffee share” next week, too.
Best regards,
Lizl
This article was originally written for and published as part of a WOW (Women of Worldnet) project; it was republished in 1999 in the Inspirations section of the ezine Moondance.org, Loretta Kemsley, Editor. I was on the staff for a number of years.

Published in 1999, and previously*
I was not often in the company of women during my early years. Growing up in a small town, I found only a few who shared my passion for war novels, the inner workings of prop jets, archaeological expeditions at the farthest corners of the world, and books of all sorts. It never occurred to me to fit the narrow mold my home community had laid out for women of that era. I had no interest in bearing and raising children, teaching home economics, or becoming a secretary or a nurse–the acceptable options.
While at college, I plunged into one subject after another—chemistry and math, psychology, German, economics and computer programming—finally ending up with a degree in English and Philosophy. Then, determined to spend my life learning everything there was to know about everything, I secured a position in computer operations and settled down to read whatever I wanted, and to write my poems and short stories to please myself. I had not realized how much the women of my day were oppressed by boundaries and barriers. I was absorbed in my own thoughts, with goals that made such things irrelevant. The few friends I had were men. For the most part, I was an outsider and content to be so.
In my later years, as the pace of life slows, I find myself more in the company of women—women who are no longer confined by earlier expectations or demands that life begin and end with parenthood and family. Women are making up for lost time with a vengeance. In their fifties and sixties, they are finishing master’s and doctoral programs and setting out on new careers. These are women who are taking control of their lives in ways that were unthinkable forty years ago. It is now the women in my life who are breaking new ground, trying new things, pursuing a lifetime of interests with no thoughts of barriers or limits.
In 1996, my mother, who had a degree in business administration, then abandoned a career, following discharge from the Navy, to bear nine children and raise the seven who lived, inquired about computers. Rhoda Elleen had never run one, and had only looked at mine from a distance. So, my husband and I built a computer for my 77-year-old mother out of pieces and spare parts gathered from various family members. In the meantime, Rhoda had decided to call the telephone company to have a dedicated computer line installed.
After a couple one-hour training sessions and a few frantic phone calls, Rhoda was out surfing the web and corresponding with people from all over the world, particularly about quilting, which is her passion. She paid her America Online subscription two years in advance.
She encouraged her children to get their own computers and helped them learn more about how to use them. During the next three years, my mother added a fancy color printer, a scanner, and a sound card to her computer, as well as doubling the disk space and memory. She got out into the usenet and was a regular participant in the newsgroup rec.crafts.textiles.quilting. When I signed up to be a beta tester for WorldNet’s web pages feature, Rhoda announced, “I need something new to learn. Is HTML something I could learn to do?” I do believe she actually bought an HTML how-to book!
It seems that this woman whose company I enjoy with increasing frequency wants to spend some of her time, now that she is older, putting together a web site on quilting and teaching the younger people how to quilt, because, while she still loves quilting, learning HTML programming and putting up a web site on the same would be less strenuous. She is also transferring the old family photos to digital format, while one of my sisters edits the book that Rhoda wrote about our ancestors from their arrival in America to 1900.
I am reminded that my mother’s mother, Florence Elizabeth, died at age 84, still employed as an undercover store detective at Younkers Department Store in Des Moines, Iowa, and really enjoying it. On one of my web pages, I have a photo of Florence taking part in a ballroom dancing competition, an activity she picked up in later life.
These women represent my heritage. I’m in very good company.
* * *
In 2000 Mother received a Worldnet Recognition Award, and in 2010, when Worldnet discontinued its webhosting service, Mother asked me to move her site to WordPress: Rhoda’s Web Site
The town, and many surrounding, closed down for Monday’s winter storm. The snow was wet, piling on tree branches and leaving the yard and streets heavily covered.
This morning, Al finished blowing snow from the driveway and sidewalks. After a break, he hauled the snowblower into the back yard and made paths for the Scampers. They had a lot of fun running up and down the new alleyways and making new paths from one to another, bounding through deep drifts.
They’re now taking a nap, while we are waiting to move the laundry from washing machine to dryer.
It’s been nice to have a (severe) winter storm during which we did not lose power. Although there was a lot of heavy snow, the winds never got to blizzard strength. And not having to depend on landlines for telephone/Internet service also is reassuring; we did charge up the emergency batteries for the phones and tablets.
Cotoneaster fruit after yesterday’s winter storm, the bush to the east of the garden shed. We got quite a lot of snow, here. March typically has more snowfall than February. Because it’s warmer, I think.
old memories
surface when the silent snow falls
voices…music…wind
Copyright © 2018-03-05
Lizl Bennefeld
Fargo, N.D. USA