During this time of thoughtful isolation, this octogenarian has found coping tools with the gifts of an I Phone and a Fitbit. Sarah sent me a New York Times article by the writer Dave Sedaris who says on his masked walks all over New York, the smell never changes…it smells like his breath!
Many mornings, when the weather keeps me from walking outside, my view, as I walk in my house, is the same. I am not obsessed, yet, with steps walked, cardio minutes, or calories burned, but it is quite shocking how these tiny instruments intimidate me.
There is one little habit I have consciously practiced that I have found improves my mood, and maybe, just maybe, has kept me positive in a troubling world view. I dress and groom myself as if I am meeting with friends, or going to the movies, or having all my children in for a meal.
So, Ellen, old girl, lotion that dry face, gargle that night breath away, brush that bed head hair into place, put on those earrings, and meet that positive, grinning woman in the mirror! You might like her.
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