I need your help.
Well, at least some suggestions.
For most of my adult life, summer vacation relaxation has been a breeze (no wind even required, though itÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s sometimes a bonus).
Mostly, it involved sports, travel, a vehicle and a body of water to float atop or splash about in.
As recovery continues from some intrusive surgery, the options have been reduced.
Year-round, IÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ve been able to unload my stress and relax in a few ways.
First, is driving. Especially on a sunny day. (Car) tarps off, Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™80s hair band tunes playing, all stress evaporating.
Instantly feel like a kid again, until I step out of the car and my body gives me a harsh dose of creaky reality.
But for now, I canÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™t drive too far. Maybe two Guns NÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ Roses tunes, a Skid Row throwback and a Metallica banger before I have to take a break.
Interrupts the flow of relaxation.
And yes, relaxation is still possible if the rotation includes DexyÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s Midnight Runners or Cutting Crew.
But, aside from short snippets, thatÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s out for a while.
Second was sports. Not watching, but participating.
At this point, most lower-half stretching is verboten. Mini golf or Chexx bubble hockey is about all thatÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s left. ItÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ll do in a pinch, I guess.
Sadly, my number one, guaranteed to relieve every remote scintilla of stress, never fails method is also out.
Each summer, I sit in the (above ground) pool on a large floatie, baking in the sun, surrounding trees swaying slowly in the breeze while listening to said old tunes at near full volume with the Airpods and reading (thatÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s right, actually reading) a book.
In the old days, the smell of freshly mown grass in the springtime meant ball season was approaching.
Now, it means IÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™m ever-closer to the four- or five-day sweet spot on the calendar where I could just shut everything out, float, roast and read.
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One year, IÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ll get some video footage, because itÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s always an adventure. Especially when thereÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s no one around to hand me my phone and my book.
All greased up with sunscreen, I do a little jump from the ladder to the floatie (picture a giant floating easy chair). Inevitably, I slide right off and/or flip the entire thing several times, soaking myself and leaving a film of sunscreen in the pool.
Having overestimated my own balancing skills and dunking a couple of books, I now leave the phone and book in plastic bags on the pool ladder.
The phone went in once but (and this was the fasted IÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ve ever moved in my life), my rapier-like reflexes allowed me to grab it before it hit the pool bottom and I threw it out onto the grass.
Was out of the pool faster than an enhanced Ben Johnson and had the thing in a bowl of rice in no time. It still worked for years after that.
Once I finally settle safely on to the floatie, I grab the book and phone, get the tunes cranked, start reading and slip into bliss.
IÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™m there right now in my mind but itÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s not the same.
This year, I canÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™t get wet, so the pool is out.
I donÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™t enjoy listening to music nearly as much without the car or the pool, so thatÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s out.
So is reading without the noted accoutrements, since without them I get screentime withdrawals.
SoÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¦ what do I do?
With my endless downtime the last year or so, IÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ve watched so many Love Boat reruns on YouTube IÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™m pretty much Captain Stubing.
I need something else to fill that relaxation vibe.
What would be terrific is your help.
WhatÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s your all-time go-to stress reliever? WhereÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s your happy place? What activities might I try to replace my floating fortress of relaxation? What always works for you?
Send me your suggestions.
IÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ll try to work them into the framework of what I can and canÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™t do and if any are a success, IÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ll share any and all credit.
Help a fella relax.
PQB News/VI Free Daily editor Philip Wolf welcomes your questions, comments and story ideas. He can be reached at 250-905-0029 or via email at philip.wolf@blackpress.ca.