The Joy of Fixing a Bike in the Rain

Friday was a particularly difficult day for me. I don’t often talk about mental health, though it is a hugely important topic and one that effects more people than we often realize. Many of you know that we moved from Florida to Tennessee a few years ago to care for my mom. What I haven’t said much about is that, along with my mom’s physical health problems, she has long suffered from bipolar disorder. At the time she was diagnosed in the early 1990s, bipolar was still called manic-depressive disorder. I mention this because, though they are one in the same, she prefers the term manic depression.

There have been times in her life that she has gone into deep, deep depression, staying in bed for weeks at a time. And then there have been times when she’s thrown herself into a goal with such abandon that it seems nothing could stop her. And in the mix of all this, there have been many normal days, where you would never know that she had an illness at all. Friday was not one of those days.

For most folks, rainy days, temperature changes, and holidays are nothing more than just that. For others, they can be an emotional trigger. The persistent rain and chill of the last few days, along with the occurrence of Mother’s Day, acted as a trigger for my mom and when I popped in for a visit on Friday, I got more than I bargained for. She was in a very argumentative mood, wanting to “debate” a variety of topics ranging from sociopathy to dentistry. This would have been all well and good, except that when I refused to engage the way she thought I should, she said some very hurtful things – the most hurtful being that she did not feel loved.

While I don’t feel the need to list all the ways in which I love my mom, I am a human being and the first thought that popped in my mind when she said that was how hard it was for me to leave my life in Florida to move back to a place I never felt was my home. If that wasn’t love…but I didn’t say that. I didn’t want to argue, and I didn’t want to make her bad day about me when it wasn’t. She was feeling down and despite the fact that I sat through 5 hours being told I was distant, ungrateful, and never listened to her, I bit my tongue. She was speaking to me, but she was not speaking about me. I know this because I know myself and I know that she knows me too.

Though I know who I am, that doesn’t mean that her words didn’t hurt. They did. And I spent the better part of the next day feeling that hurt…until Angie and I went for a walk. We set out along a path that runs beside a beautiful creek, complete with wooden bridges and more blue herons than I’ve seen in a while. The sky was clouded but our weather app assured us that there would be no rain until 7 PM. It was 3:30 then. We had walked about a quarter of a mile when the bottom fell out of the sky and we found ourselves standing beneath a tree, contemplating heading back to the car. The rain stopped as suddenly as it started, and we opted to continue.

Within a few minutes, we came upon a mom and three young boys on bikes. They had stopped to wait out the shower under a canopy of trees and when they tried to leave, they realized that the youngest boy’s brakes were locked in place. We stopped to have a look.

“You never think to bring tools until you need them,” said the mom. “If I could just loosen the brake pads, I think it would be okay until we get home.”

I looked at the brake assembly. The nut that would release the brake cable and loosen the assembly was rusted. It seemed hopeless but then I had an idea. I started turning the pad itself until it came unscrewed. The wheel was loose, and the little boy was overjoyed to be able to ride again (albeit without front brakes). We chatted for a few minutes and wished them well, reminding the little guy to be extra careful. They continued in the opposite direction and we forged ahead.

We were in the middle of our return trip when the rain came back – harder than before and without any indication of stopping. We paused for a moment, reminiscing about the time we hiked 4 miles in the pouring rain to get back to our car. We laughed for a bit and started back, walking (sometimes jogging) in the downpour. It wasn’t long before we heard laughter that wasn’t our own. The mom and her boys were riding back – the long way – just as soaked as we were and 1,000 times happier than I had been in the hours before we set out on this journey. In that moment, my cup filled with more than just the rain.

On Sunday, we spent Mother’s Day with my mom. She was in a better mood and seemed to enjoy lunch. She talked some about her feelings toward my sister and niece (her other daughter and granddaughter) and it was clear that much of her upset lies with them. I can’t say that she’s wrong (or right) on the matter, just that she feels hurt by their absence from our lives. Because she couldn’t lash out at them, she directed all that anger at me. I’m not excusing her behavior. I’m just saying that I understand.

Caring for someone with mental illness can be hard, especially when they are unkind. I remind myself daily that my mom is not her illness (mental or physical) and for as much as I may struggle with it, she struggles even harder.

Running around in the rain was also a reminder – of the fact that people are waterproof. No matter how soaked we get, we aren’t damaged by the rain. Annoyed, maybe…but not at all damaged. The same goes for hurt. Human beings have an amazing capacity to love and to forgive – to dry themselves off from the downpour of other people’s emotions and move forward.

My mom is a loving person, someone I admire and am grateful to know. Like anyone else, she is going to have a bad day every now and then. She’s going to say things that hurt. More often though, she’s going to say things that are kind and wise; things that I will want to remember all my life, especially when she is no longer here. These are the words the I want to swim in. The rest, like the rain, I will just dry off with a towel.

Going Out to Play in May

At the beginning of May one of the bloggers that I follow (Dave from Minimalism and Your Money) issued a challenge: spend 100 hours outside this month. I didn’t hesitate before signing us up. Of course, after the fact, I realized that 100 hours roughly equates to 3 hours 15 minutes per day. That’s quite daunting when you think about those days when we can barely find 15 minutes to do something for ourselves. But that’s why it’s called a challenge. Sometimes you need a little push to get you going in the right direction and trust me, Angie and I needed this push!

We do a fair amount of outdoor living but nowhere near 3 hours a day. We should. Nature is good for the soul (and for your overall health and well-being too).

This year, I’ve been to the doctor more than I have in the past decade. Thankfully (as far as I know), I’m not ill, just aging. My years of avoiding anything that looks like structured exercise have caught up with me and despite the fact that I eat a 99% plant-based diet, I’m not as healthy as I could be. Though I passed the 24-hour blood-pressure monitoring test, my doctor still thinks I am at risk of hypertension, and my cholesterol is still borderline (though it did drop 46 points over the past year without medication).

How do I fix that? I think maybe the great outdoors holds the cure.

According to a recent article in Business Insider, the health benefits of being outside include:

  • Lower blood pressure.
  • Reduced inflammation
  • Increased short-term memory
  • Lower cortisol levels (stress hormone)
  • Boosted immune system
  • Increased creativity

I really could use all those things, so this outdoor challenge is very important to me. Plus, it helps us to branch out with our own project – 48 Great Dates.

So far this month, we’ve gone on two long hikes, spent a full day letterboxing, visited a U-pick strawberry patch, cruised a free antique car show and craft festival, and started eating lunch most days on the patio (rather than in front of YouTube). I also resurrected our “Go Out & Play” list from last year and narrowed it down to a May Play List. Fingers crossed, we plan to accomplish all of these items this month, while working toward the overall goal of 100 hours outdoors.

  • Hit golf balls at the driving range
  • Go letterboxing
  • Go wading in the creek
  • Hike to a waterfall
  • Go to a baseball game
  • Go paddle boarding
  • Enjoy a picnic breakfast (in the park)

If you’d like to follow our progress, we’ll be posting updates to Instagram @minimalmelody

How much time do you spend outdoors? How might you improve that number? What ideas do you have for fun things to do outside?