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Day Five And Loading Up

February 17, 2016 • By

Day Five and Beyond: I run out of fingers at ten.

How many days in Lent? Forty? Sixty? Memory of Baltimore Catechism faded gray to mirror the sky. I dug out a calendar given away by a farm supply store before Christmas.

With my index finger on Ash Wednesday I started. There are 46 boxes until Easter. If I sacrificed through every Sunday it would be longer than the 40 days doctrine required. There must be a bonus in that. Plus, if coffee, sweets, and alcohol were consumed on Sundays, there wouldn’t be enough days in between to recover. I know myself well.

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Day 4-Impulsive Surrender

February 15, 2016 • By

I’m losing strength in my arms.

Barely able to dunk a teabag in water the idea of seeing tomorrow has blurred to uncertainty. Struggling for focus, my mind wanders back to a happier place where I lived just days ago. I had a great life.

I woke at 5:00 to gentle harp strings sounding on my cell phone. After stretching head to toe I opened my eyes to find Darby the nocturnal cat staring at me as she had all night. I scratched her head in thanks for guarding me. She hopped to the floor and prepared for her day, asleep. Two high pitched beeps floated upstairs. Coffee ready. Another glorious day.

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Impulsive Surrender

February 13, 2016 • By

February 13, 2016  It’s Lent

I gave up coffee… and alcohol… and sweets for Lent—an impulsive surrender. Some might consider the sacrifices nugatory. Others might label the exercise virtuous. Those who know me doubt I am in fact writing this report. Let me assure the skeptics it is I clacking keys to transcribe my scribbled notes.

green oversized coffee mug with red x

Day 1 Ash Wednesday: I am the picture of health.

By 8:30 in the morning my posture noticeably improved. Zero coffee had slipped down my throat and I was walking, upright. I would file this exercise under “C” for cleanse. I should drink more water every day, stay away from processed sugar, and will sleep better leaving alcohol inside the bottle. A decision to leave my perk-in-the-pot was best for overall health- a good thing indeed. Surely I could do this for a couple of weeks.