Irreverent lumbar support, killer policy and what to bring to the beach.
3 Things from the week and a 3 poems about being a fish out of water.
January. The month that sometimes feels like a year. Are you ten pounds lighter, finishing your first novel and living your best life yet?
We're fighting the snowmelt floodwaters and we're back above zero Celsius again. Snow or shine, I've been sticking to 5 am wake ups so I can walk, devote, write. It's been amazing.
However new or resolute you feel, I hope you're having a great weekend. Thanks for spending some time with Things I Wrote Down.
Here are three things that stood out online this week and 3 short poems.
Irreverent lumbar support
Sometimes altruism hurts. I helped a neighbor shovel in the dump of snow and tweaked my back out, so I've been hobbling like the character in a Victor Hugo novel. I was reminded of an online back guru I turned to in desperation a few years ago under similar circumstances. And what relief!
These videos are funny, give some hope and really helped me. Don't take this as medical advice, but if you've got some back pain, maybe they'll help.
Speaking of medical advice…
I spent time this week here and on other platforms writing about MAiD. Are you sick of me yet?
I'm worried for my country and for what MAiD expansion to mental health will mean, especially for the marginalized and vulnerable. I won't repeat it all… but you can follow the trail:
A twitter thread on what Canada is saying to the world
A thread on why I even care or started to talk about it
We're less than 50 days away from a bell we may not be able to un-ring. If ever there was a time to make noise and get loud over something, this is one of those my friends.
What to bring to the beach
Our friends are getting married. On a tropical island. And wonder of wonders: we were invited!
I found a list of things to bring to the beach when you’re travelling out of the country. And my online cart is starting to fill up. If you have tips on how to best navigate an all-inclusive for a wedding, I’m listening.
Here’s what CNN says you should bring to a resort. I would have never thought to bring the pickle ball racquets. Vacation saved!
Three poems about being a fish out of water
They came to mind as I start to think about being at the beach.
1 / he sees himself slightly like a soul caught in too much skin finds himself remembering smells from certain streets what seem chance memories of specific places moments of his life with no apparent significance he sits over these memories with his fishing pole longing to hook a silver fish 2 / submersed in water he glides below the surface chases shadows watches them ripple along the pool bottom he turns his body like a sea lion squints through water at sky drops to the bottom turns his ear to the deep 3/ he’s slippery as a fish slips away into the deep just when you think you got him wriggles out from hands excited by the catch he likes to hold his breath under water
Have a great week ahead,