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            <title>Best of Our Blogs: May 6, 2011</title>
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            <description>I took a few days off last week basking in the glow of a rare and beautiful sunny sky in Portland, Oregon. It felt like heaven. I almost forgot what it felt like to really live, to have the kind of day I think Leonardo da Vinci is talking about when he said, &amp;#8220;As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.&amp;#8221;
And it didn&amp;#8217;t take much to make me feel that way.
Just a bike ride near the water, dinner with friends, a trip to the zoo with my nephew. But in comparison to the daily grind, the to-do lists that never get finished, the endless amount of tasks that pile one atop the other, the feeling of just being for the sake of being was pure bliss.
I realized that what was so sublime about the experience was that I was completely living in the moment....</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 06 May 2011 10:45:55 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Happy Labor Day 2010</title>
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            <description>Ahh&amp;#8230; We work all year and get a whole day off to celebrate our working achievements. Yay!
I don&amp;#8217;t think Labor Day means all that much to most Americans, other than the official mark of the &amp;#8220;end&amp;#8221; of summertime and the beginning of 8 months of uninterrupted work (well, unless you count all the Thanksgiving and Christmas and New Year&amp;#8217;s and etc. holidays!). For me, it means a chance to take the day off (I usually end up working most weekends, one of the drawbacks of owning your own business). So we&amp;#8217;re going over to Plum Island for a nice bike ride on this gorgeous, perfect summer&amp;#8217;s day.
Enjoy your Labor Day!
And if you need a smile today, I leave you with these two cartoons from our own Chato B. Stewart&amp;#8230;



4 UR Mental Health: LaborDay


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            <title>The importance of being proactive for MS</title>
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            <description>When I was first diagnosed with MS, I was a pretty active guy. I won’t say I was in the best shape of my life; the kind of work/travel schedule I was on didn’t lend itself to that very well. Still, all and all, the forced reduction in activity due to a MS diagnosis was marked.
In those first months, it seemed I was being told by just about everyone the things not to do. My neurologist told me not to go to a support group meeting for fear I’d be shocked. My yoga and pilates instructors said the in-your-face realization of how much I could no longer do would be devastating.
When I was first getting to know my MS, I was advised not to do some of the very things I now find most helpful.
Yesterday, I was at a fund raising dinner which was great fun. For those foodies among us, it was a di...</description>
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            <title>14 Miles</title>
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            <description>When we got back from Charlie&amp;#8217;s piano lesson, I found Jim sitting in front of his computer and clicking here and there on Google Maps. &amp;#8220;Are you planning a running route?&amp;#8221; I asked. &amp;#8220;No&amp;#8212;Charlie and I are going to go on a long bike ride,&amp;#8221; Jim answered.
&amp;#8220;Long,&amp;#8221; as it turned out, meant 14 miles, give or take, across four towns (well, one is very small). Jim and Charlie took their usual route but, at the turnaround point, kept on going, thoroughly to Charlie&amp;#8217;s consternation and sense of order. Jim noted that Charlie made it quite clear he would not go farther and called out for me (something he is much less likely to do when I am around&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;.). But Jim, as he has since the long-ago days when he pulled on the tricycle handlebars and I...</description>
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            <title>Go Ride a Bike</title>
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            <description>Charlie&amp;#8217;s backpack has been bulging these past few days: It turns out that someone left a bike, just his size, in his classroom and he has been asking to ride it. Understandably, his teachers did not want to have him do so beyond a few turns in the room until he had a helmet, and we have been packing his helmet in his pack, beneath his lunchbox. Charlie loves being on his bike, self-motoring, getting himself somewhere through his own strength. You can illuminate your bike wheels with this device and project a worthy message: The sight of Charlie&amp;#8217;s face when he&amp;#8217;s pumping the pedals says something more than words.
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            <description>Jim took Charlie on a long bike ride late on Saturday afternoon. It was a muggy hot day but Charlie rode off with his usual brio and a sideways glance at Jim. The sun set and they were still not back, and then it was getting dark and I started listening more carefully to the sounds in the street, and then I heard a familiar, pleasing warble.
&amp;#8220;We ran into a block party,&amp;#8221; Jim said as Charlie pulled up his chin and told me &amp;#8220;Helmet off.&amp;#8221;
The party was in the neighborhood of a playground, and Charlie stopped cycling and went up the play structure and down the tube slide&amp;#8212;except he could not go all the way down, as some boys had plugged the bottom with a large plastic ball (the kind that looks like a jawbreaker). Charlie (Jim reported) went back up the slide, down th...</description>
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