I spent several hours this sun-dappled, wind-pushed afternoon in a blissful serendipitous way; I was pain free; this rarely happens. Pain is the background noise to my life: like a radio tuned to an all music station; drone of leaf-blowers in swirl of fall; hum of a fridge motor; quite roar of nature, all birds and swaying trees; the ruffle of a field of wildflowers. (Apologies; a blissfulness hangover will do this to my prose!) When it moves to the foreground, the scenery “ain’t that pretty at all.” (W. Zevon)
Perhaps it was the pleasant result of a morning of accomplishments set to music. Dancing to the Indigo Girls as I mixed the batter for gluten free scones, the Chieftains as they baked, and Alison Kraus and Robert Plant as I cleaned up.* Once set all my life to music, lost the routine since coming home in December. Even charged up the iPod and took it for a train ride and shopping in the afternoon; the background noise for my blissful hours.
Also “deep conditioned” – code word for dying/colo(u)ring with a new foamy formulation – my hair. Came out darker than intended, but the grey/gray strands are “blended” into the overall colo(u)r. Can check that one off on my on-going, ever-growing list of things to do.
Or, maybe it was just the right combination of dancing (anyone looking in the window would have thought me insane, or Elaine from Seinfeld) and meds; okay, maybe just the meds, lol. Whatever the reason, it sure felt nice not to feel! Background noise was noise, not pain. Didn’t dance up and down the streets of Ritzyville, but my heavy shopping cart was lighter, my step bouncier, my smile real.
Oh, and the scones turned out fine, too.
* why I reblogged two posts about playlists.