Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself;
I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today.
I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet.
I have just one day, today, and I’m going to be happy in it.
~Groucho Marx

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Thursday, April 7, 2011

A sad face

This morning was a terrific morning for walking.  It was 42 degrees, no wind, and the sun came out.  Once again today I walked around the lake, but stayed along the lower path near the water.  There is only one part of the path that takes you away from the lake and adds about a half mile, but today my feet decided to stay near the water.  Walking along the path on the way to the lake I saw a few deer.  All the usual geese out on the lake and they are still sorting out territories for their nests and a lot of chasing away and hollering going on.  There are a few little islands in the middle of the lake so the geese have lots of places for their nests.  I saw a couple of black ducks as well.
The water drains down into the lake but this little water hole is always here. 
There is another little water hole on the other side of the path and it runs underneath the path.  I should have taken a wider picture to show the other side as well.  When I pass here I usually stop and take a look because I've seen turtles and frogs at times in it.  Today I saw a frog but of course when I got close he hid from me so I could not take a picture.  He just didn't seem to care if he was on my blog or not! : )
Lots of people out around the lake.  One of my walker friends who I haven't seen in a while was out today and we stopped for a chat to catch up.
After walking around the lake, I walked around another neighborhood townhouse complex looking at all the spring flowers.  In my neighborhood the gardeners are putting fresh mulch all around trees and bushes.  We don't have to do anything at all but I am going to buy some flowers again like I did last year to plant in my little front yard.
I walked 6.7 miles.
Sunrise 6:43
Sunset 7:37
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Last night we watched a movie from Netflix called Greenfingers (2000) which we both liked.  It's about prisoners who make a garden on the prison grounds and eventually enter a gardening competition. 

I'm staying home today trying to get some things done around the house.  Supposed to get up into the 70's this afternoon.  If that happens I'll be out on my deck.
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I remember being a pretty happy kid and people who knew me then, agree.  But I did cry easily.  My feelings would get hurt and that would be it, my smiles turned into tears.  Every time I just got hollered at or my mom looked at me a certain way, that was enough to set me off.  I used to count the days in a row I could go without crying.  Very rarely did I make it past day one.  I wasn't sad long though and after I cried it wasn't long before I was smiling once again. 
The old picture for today is of me, with oh, such a sad face.
I'm sure it was just before I actually did cry.

Today, though my feelings don't get hurt easily, and I can go quite a while without crying, I do cry for every emotion.  There are tears for when I'm sad, happy and when I get angry too.  It's an emotional release for me. How about you?  Do you cry often?

Hope today you have all smiles and if you do cry they are tears of joy.
Happyone : )
Those who do not know how to weep
with their whole heart
don't know how to laugh either.
~Golda Meir

15 comments:

  1. I glisten every few days. I sob very rarely. I was also a sensitive child and hated being hollered at. Think yesterday's Dr. Phil show...oh dear.

    Haven't seen the movie you discuss and it sounds as if it would be one I'd enjoy.

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  2. Sounds like a great place to walk. And this is such a great time of year to walk. I took a nice lunch time walk today that I hope to post tonight or tomorrow.

    I was a pretty sensative kid, too, but don't remember crying much. It's a good way to get beat up for a boy. My eyes can definitely well up when I hear something sad, or when I think of something sad - sometimes even an emotional moment in a movie.

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  3. boy Golda has it right
    and may I just say ...nice hair

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  4. I'm so glad you told us about that movie. It sounds like one I would really like.
    It's hard for me imagine HappyOne being a Sad Little One. I tend to get misty over sentimental things and sad stories and movies. There are some things that could reduce me to opening the floodgates, but I try not to think about them.
    Enjoy your nice weather. We are in the mid 70s and headed for the mid 80s in a few days.

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  5. I Cry VERY often! Cries of Joy and Cries of Sadness. Lots of times just reading someone's blog can set me off - in either way :)

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  6. I'm emotional also and will tear up watching some commercials. You can count on me to cry watching movies and also reading books. I cried reading Water for Elephants, which I see you've got listed. (Good book, wasn't it?) I cry during the playing of our National Anthem. Boy, oh boy...I guess I'm hopeless. LOL

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  7. Are you kidding??? There's a reason my husband calls me "Puddles" and it has nothing to do with bladder control, thank goodness!

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  8. I could cry every day all day if I let myself. I was born crying. My mom told me I was a "bad baby" because I cried so much. She thought it was odd that I would always cry hardest if I heard a violin play. I have had to be almost carried out of movie theaters, sobbing, after watching a sad movie. What I tend to do is fight being sad all the time, until finally something causes the lock on the gate to snap. Then open go the flood gates, and woosh -- I just have to let it go. If I can hold off long enough, I prefer to use my shower for big wracking purges, which leave my face purple-puffy and my soul bone-tired. I am so grateful for my on-demand hot-water heater, which supplies an endless steaming, stinging downpour for as long as I want. I turn my face up to the pounding, blasts of wet-hot streams and just let 'er rip.

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  9. I had to come back to your crying question. Two years ago I was in Nashville to run the half marathon for Team in Training for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. The day before the race, I saw a little girl with a bald head, just a bit of fuzz, who was clearly on chemo and/or radiation - probably for leukemia. Especially given what I was there for, I almost lost it right on the streets of Nashville. And the next day, running 13.1 miles on a very hot day, I kept tearing up thinking about her. And for days afterwards. And even now. I often think about that little girl - will she survive, grow up, get married, have a family, maybe be the one to cure leukemia? So there I was, tough enough to run a half marathon but practically weeping at times while doing this thinking of this girl, a total stranger. Art

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  10. It was lovely for walking, up our way too!

    Awwwwwwwwww, what a before-the-cry face. :-)

    No, I guess I don't cry easily. I can get upset easily. But just to the point of "getting mad." Not to crying, usually. :-)

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  11. I don't remember the last time I cried. I'm not sure what that says about me. Food for thought...

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  12. As usual I enjoyed the walk with you. I haven't seen the movie but it sounds like a good one.
    Cute photo of you, and I cry when I read or see sad things, and cry if my feelings are hurt.

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  13. I really like the top goose photo. I thinking crying is as important as laughing to release endorphins and make a person feel better. Have a great weekend!

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  14. I seem to cry at the drop of a hat now...happy or sad or just thinking about things...I don't mind it but it is different. Hormones maybe? Looking forward to reading your past and future posts...

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  15. Since you haven't posted in awhile, I thought I'd check to see if all is OK. I hope you're feeling well.

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