Finding the right words to craft sensible sentences that somehow form a coherent piece of writing is always a gratifying challenge. The process of drafting, revising, editing, rewriting and eventually publishing a blog post, a letter, an email, or even a thank you card, serves as a creative outlet and form of communication. Writing becomes a subtle form of therapy.
Writing is a way to record a memory, an experience, and idea, or a thought.
One day after school, I had to shop for a few essentials. Deciding to walk to the Hawally Sultan Center, I realized that I needed to cross a busy street. The footbridge was definitely the way to go. Feeling somewhat energized, I started to jog up the steps, just as a man was coming down. As our paths crossed, I lost my footing and fell flat on my face, up the stairs. Thinking that this man saw my peril, I was mortified. Fortunately, he must have missed the incident or kindly ignored it. I stood up, brushed myself off, and had a very good chuckle, so happy that no one apparently, had witnessed the stumble.
I went back to the pool this week after more than two weeks of feeling sub par. It was refreshing to go back to the club, greet the ladies at the reception, and spend a good thirty minutes of focused attention to kicking, pulling and breathing my way through the calm waters...a quiet and relaxing time. This followed by an hour massage set me up for the best night's sleep, ever.
Two days later, with a Thursday holiday, and I enjoyed 45 minutes of uninterrupted water time. Hopefully, by the end of this weekend, I will be back up to an hour or so.
In the meantime, the massage ladies are trying to sell me a "special" variety package of 15 hour long sessions of various types of treatments. I will report on how that is going, after pay day!
Until next time, my plan is to think positive, be positive and do positive.
Wishing you well,
Bee Rich
Writing is a way to record a memory, an experience, and idea, or a thought.
One day after school, I had to shop for a few essentials. Deciding to walk to the Hawally Sultan Center, I realized that I needed to cross a busy street. The footbridge was definitely the way to go. Feeling somewhat energized, I started to jog up the steps, just as a man was coming down. As our paths crossed, I lost my footing and fell flat on my face, up the stairs. Thinking that this man saw my peril, I was mortified. Fortunately, he must have missed the incident or kindly ignored it. I stood up, brushed myself off, and had a very good chuckle, so happy that no one apparently, had witnessed the stumble.
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| The bridge from on side of Beirut Street to the other. |
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| The pool is on the right, and yes there is a TV on the wall! |
I went back to the pool this week after more than two weeks of feeling sub par. It was refreshing to go back to the club, greet the ladies at the reception, and spend a good thirty minutes of focused attention to kicking, pulling and breathing my way through the calm waters...a quiet and relaxing time. This followed by an hour massage set me up for the best night's sleep, ever.
Two days later, with a Thursday holiday, and I enjoyed 45 minutes of uninterrupted water time. Hopefully, by the end of this weekend, I will be back up to an hour or so.
In the meantime, the massage ladies are trying to sell me a "special" variety package of 15 hour long sessions of various types of treatments. I will report on how that is going, after pay day!
Until next time, my plan is to think positive, be positive and do positive.
Wishing you well,
Bee Rich
