Low Light and Bright Color in Everyday Ramblings

From our “easy” walk this morning across town. Mrs. Sherlock was excited that her sense of smell has fully returned. She came to my weights and bands class on Thursday raring to go and I am, no…you need to take it easy. She’s got spirit and determination, my friend. We had a good walk.

There was some lively discussion about what color the crepe myrtle here is. She asked if I thought it was fuchsia, and I said, no maybe magenta, or even a rich raspberry. It is so interesting, our older eyes, and how they perceive color I think her cataracts are more advanced than mine. Mine are there, but in no hurry, thank you very much.

The topic with the guys this week was how do each of us figure out what is truth.

At what point the wall color in the room we were in was used as an example. It is an unusual shade of blue. No one really tried to define it, but we talked about what we know about how color works. It is a matt blue with almost a green metallic feel to it, like the sea on a gray day. Interesting to have that discussion with experienced painters in the room.

Walt was not there, and the conversation often veers towards the intellectual in that case. They were talking about analog versus digital. We talked about utilizing intuition in the quest for understanding if something is true for us or not. One of the guys spent his professional life as a mediator and he says he couldn’t do it, that there was too much going on in a mediation without using intuition. The unsaid dynamics.

It turns out the reason Walt wasn’t there is because his partner has Covid, and he was self-isolating. One of my students also had a direct exposure a few days ago and is also self-isolating. Right now, it seems like it is everywhere here.

I got my Covid and flu vaccinations yesterday. Mrs. Sherlock has built in immunity right now, but I was telling her she might want to consider getting the flu shot as her immunity to other things is down based on this second round of Covid. Thank goodness for the vaccines. She was sick enough with it, I shudder to think how sick she would have been without it.

On Friday I only had one person show up for my morning class. This is quite unusual, but I enjoyed it as this is a student I don’t know all that well. She is lovely but reserved in company. She had a private session basically talking about a movement she finds challenging in her circuit training class.

She is in her 80’s and last year she broke her hip in this circuit training class, and I was incredibly impressed that she is back at it. We hear such scary stories about falls and broken hips, but she is proof perfect that being active builds resilience. She is also a cancer survivor. It is nice to have role models, ya know.

I remember when I quit smoking all those years ago, something like 38, I used to say to people it may look like I am oh say, walking or working or talking on the phone, but what I am really doing is not smoking.

That’s how I feel about the League work right now. It may look like I am doing the wash or preparing the recycling but what I am actually doing is procrastinating on League stuff. This is just a phase. I am learning things, and some things are getting easier but there is a world of things to know, and no one seems to know who knows what so nothing feels all that straightforward.

I just lurch from one assigned date to the next. My next date is a board meeting on Monday in which I am expected to give a short presentation. My fervent hope is a year from now this will all be old hat.

At least things aren’t dull. And Carlo and I are well. And I harvested my first ever bell pepper yesterday. It is quite enjoyable watching them grow.