The zamfizzled part of us

Yesterday proved to be one of those lie-about-on-the-couch-and-get-very-little-accomplished-days. Even though I had the best of intentions.

Just no energy to clean, zing, zang, zip or zow. (I don’t know what zow means, but the Urban Dictionary says it’s an acceptable word for Scrabble or Words with Friends, so we’re going with it. We can only hope it doesn’t mean anything which will result in extreme embarrassment, in which case I may never get off the couch.)

I’m hoping today will be better but so far it’s not portending well. I don’t even have the energy to further pursue the etymology of zow.

Not sure what’s worn me out. Not sleeping well this week? The sadness in our community about the virus deaths? Concerns about other extended family members?
I dunno. All of the above, none of the above, do we really know?

Blown by the winds of life

What do you do when you have zero energy? Do you read books, cocoon, cuddle, do crosswords or other puzzles, meditate, cruise the internets?

I don’t have energy to meditate or connect with the holy when zamfizzled. Zamfizzled is definitely not a word, but who cares at this point? It should be a word. (Bamboozled and Zamzoodled are words. Zamzoodled couplings are designed to replicate the chopper (Norwegian) type buffer-couplers as used on many narrow gauge railways. Please don’t bother to put that in your brain; you will never need to utilize zamzoodled again in the remaining days of your life unless perhaps you’re an engineer.

I stare at the computer, ipad and phone a lot when zamfizzled. Cruise Facebook. Ask friends if they have their Christmas decorations up yet. Excessively look at stats of every variety. Watch Netflix movies. Do online jigsaw puzzles, way too many of ’em. Send out Messenger and text messages to buddies. Veg out.

Just hangin’

A lot of readers have visited this blog looking at the Heartbreaking covid week in our community post. Facebook shared it thirty two times and WordPress says over 1,600 people have visited the story thus far. Maybe my energy feels zapped at the thought of sharing such sad news with so many folks. It’s not fun to imagine sixteen hundred heavy hearts pausing at your blog doorstep.

The local nursing home administrator told Barry yesterday that one additional elder has died, bringing the total to fourteen deaths.

But I am conversely happy to have shared what happened–if it helps folks awaken to the reality that this coronavirus is a serious thing. There have been far too many who have waved it away, refused to mask, deemed it a hoax. It felt very important to say–look, please look at your fellow vulnerable humans and choose your actions of masking, distancing and congregating very carefully. Think about the whole of us. Please.

We’re all zamfizzled at times in 2020, aren’t we?

Wishing all of us a nonzamfizzled day unless we need zamfizzling, in which case find your extra cozy blankets and settle in on the couch with your cup of coffee or tea. Stay away from the refrigerator if possible, though. Emotional eating is for the birds, the nuthatch chirped as he watched you nibbling blue chips. Just zamfizzle quietly and occasionally very gently pat your chest murmuring, “There, there, human. There, there. It’s OK. It really is OK.”

Day 49 of a seventy-five day journey to connect more deeply with God, Spirit, Holy, Love…to explore “What the Heart Knows” during the waning days of 2020.

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I live in the middle of the woods in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. Next to Lake Superior's cold shores. I love to blog.
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41 Responses to Zamfizzled

  1. Anne D, says:

    Some words are just plain confuzzling.

  2. leelah saachi says:

    I zamfiddle a lot, and it has started to be a form of selfcuddling. on Not HAVING TO bomboozing all the time, or scraddleaddle. I mean. What’s the use. I also may compose sillypoems. here is one of those:

    My Others
    Moanie Molly is mean on Mondays
    frivolus on fridays and
    satyrical on Saturdays

    Pretty-bow Prune tinkers with truth
    on Tuesdays and
    tortures toddlers on Thursdays with
    a terrible smile of too- twinkling -teeth

    Wednesday is my day – Woolly Wendy
    is my wame. I call them in through
    my windows of welcome
    I wind them warmly into my
    wet and woolly wembrace,
    tucking them in, wriggling and wailing
    wrapping them up in well-meaning waffle words

    Sunday is sublime-day.
    All of us together.
    Singing in the supersonically choir of sunflowers,
    Visiting soothsayers and sweet-shocked solicitors,
    Swimming in star shined seas of sovereign surprises,
    Summoning slithering salamanders
    and cute little ducks.
    Then we go home
    and sleep the slumber of
    sincere sinners
    and saints

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  4. Susan D. Durham says:

    Laughter and tears as a result of reading this today. You’re a master wordsmith and tapper of human emotions. So much compassion throughout, dotted with your unique and delightful humor. Thank you on this Day 49 of the wonderful journey of “What the Heart Knows.” 🤎

    • Kathy says:

      Wow, Susan Dee, just listen to you! You know how to make a person’s zamfizzled day a wee bit better. Nay, a whole lot better! Thanks for being here on Day 1, 23, 35 and 49. You are the rockingest girlfriend ever. xoxo

  5. Larissa says:

    When I am truly zamfizzled (what a great word), I like to go back to bed after breakfast. Then I wake up and put some clothes on and go lie around somewhere else. The studio is a good place for being zamfizzled. Art involves a lot of lying around.

  6. Jackie says:

    Zamfizzled a little this week too. We are in a lockdown and I have not been out for 2 weeks so I am chomping at the bit a little. Our numbers are not as bad as other places but I am frustrated at the holiday markets around town that have been cancelled.

    • Kathy says:

      Jackie, I’m not sure I remember where you are. Sorry to hear you’ve been on lock down for two weeks and are feeling restless. Not easy to get through. It’s a rough year–yes, this 2020 is a very rough year. So many zamfizzled as we try to get through it all.

      • Jackie says:

        I live in Toronto. And shouldn’t be complaining. I do feel better today and have come up with some outside stuff we can do.

  7. First of all, great play on words. But no kidding you were tired the entire day – you were up all night writing and giggling! 😉 And oh …. I also like blue chips. 🙂

  8. debyemm says:

    I haven’t slept well for many days but liked having a longer morning by getting up before the sun shined on us. Finally, got a LONG sleep, mostly un-interrupted (fell asleep watching a dvd, so had to get up for PJs and toothbrushing). I’m certain I needed it.

    I’ve been calmer since the election but news that a friend has gone into hospice, appearing to have lost her battle with COVID (and learning that a neighbor lost her mother from what appears to be the same cause on Thanksgiving, I believe), I found myself stress eating yesterday – which I had finally overcome lately. It isn’t hunger – it is a feeling of helplessness and what does it matter ? Almost a punishment of my body for not handling carbs better and a giving up. Thankfully, I come back to my senses rather quickly on that front.

    I think, probably, this is all a lot like your no energy. In fact, spent too much time yesterday evening scrolling Facebook and then reading our weekly local newspaper (12 obituaries – many more than usual and needing 2 pages like yours recently – and I know the health dept says 4 deaths recently out of 25 in our county known to be related), seeing our congressman give Trump credit for the vaccines coming and continuing to put down a lot of divisive partisan rhetoric in a piece in that same local paper but also seeing Missouri University is embarking on an immunity study with blood samples from students, staff and faculty who have survived the virus to determine the strength of that immunity and whether it wanes over time.

    Just so much for a weary heart to deal with, even with the glimmer of hope that a new administration coming in with competency and empathy brings.

    • Kathy says:

      So rough, Deb. All of it. I am so very sad to hear about your friend (whom I didn’t know). And also all the obituaries in your local paper too. It does make the heart weary after a while. Stress eating is no fun. I don’t usually go too overboard, but I go mildly overboard and my digestive system doesn’t handle anything that’s even a little bit off. Hoping your are feeling better as the day goes on. I’m getting more done, but it’s still pretty low key around here.

  9. dawnkinster says:

    First of all, I believe everybody is entitled to as many days as necessary to do nothing. So if you don’t get off the couch today, that’s fine. Tomorrow too, for that matter. Though, if you get some sunshine, please at least go out and sit there to enjoy it for a little bit. Second, I didn’t know there was such a thing as online jigsaw puzzles. That could be fun, but maybe adicting. Maybe I don’t want to know. Third…well…I forgot what my third was going to be…but I’m sure it had to do with masks and sorrow and the virus. I know you feel the same sadness, so I’ll leave it there.

    I hope amidst your sitting and contemplating and scrolling you find a bit of contentment. These days that’s a lot.

    • Kathy says:

      Dawn, I heartily applaud your opinion! If it takes us several days to do nothing….well then, so be it. I have remembered your words at least five times already today. I haven’t fully recovered–and there’s been NO sunshine whatsoever–but I did walk to the mailbox. We put up Christmas decorations and are in the process of assembling a grill. Oh, if you ever decide to flirt with addiction danger I will give you the app for our favorite online jigsaw puzzle. My mom, brother, brother’s wife and me are all hooked. 🙂

  10. Carol says:

    When I am zamfizzled I sit in my reclining chair with my laptop, my iPad, and my phone – I play silly iPad games or read. And I nap. And I lecture myself, silently, about the things I could be doing. Which I don’t do, because when I’m zamfizzled, I let myself go with it. Living through the year 2020 gives us that right, I believe.

  11. jeffstroud says:

    I just found your post for today! It didn’t show up in my email this morning. So even my laptop thinks you took the day off! Ha, Ha!
    Been feeling that very much the need to just be, yet I have “responsibility” to a few people I need to respond to etc.
    Even when I don’t feel like it I usually have to make a meal or two for myself.
    It’s good to know when we need to let go, lay about, read, watch tv until we’re almost numb, take naps etc.
    Zamboozel all you want, when you can. That’s my motto!
    Big (((Hugs)))

    • Kathy says:

      Oh my, Jeff, wonder whether the Holy thought yesterday’s blog post was a donut and ATE it! (Good lord, it’s crazy what these fingers decide to type sometimes.) Jeff, you make a good point about the dance between just being and our responsibilities of being in the world. It’s a fine line, indeed.

  12. rehill56 says:

    I started the day up and in a routine and zamfizzled (autocorrect knew it wasn’t a word!lol) before noon and went back to bed!!! Wow. NOT ME….Three hrs later I came to, dressed and went for a walk before dark and to see if there were any surprises in the mailbox. It was needed!! I too find myself rocking, reading and playing word games or suduko. It relaxes me. Self preservation is key on these unsettling days. Glad we’ve had a big pot of soup to draw from! My zam has fizzled today but there’s always tomorrow. 💕you.

    • Kathy says:

      Oh what does autocorrect know, Ruth? LOL! That doesn’t sound like you–going back to bed. But, yes, so needed, and maybe the Holy knows this. Or maybe all of Aura was zanfizzled yesterday? Maybe we should take a poll. Self preservation is key on these unsettling days. I second and third that notion. ((hugs)) Hope you have more energy today–I do.

  13. Stacy says:

    All of the above. Except zamzoodled. XOXO

  14. Sorry to hear about the coronavirus situation. Is it getting under control now? Take all the time you need to recover and rest, whatever it takes to get by. Hugs.

    • Kathy says:

      It does seem to be getting better the last few days. Only one new case yesterday, and one the day before here in our little county. Fingers crossed.

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  16. When I’m zamfizzled I just let it be. Just like the weather, there’s not much that can be done about it and energy/sunshine will eventually come back. And then, I thank my lucky stars that I have the luxury of resting whenever I want/need to.

    • Kathy says:

      I started singing “The sun will come up tomorrow” from Annie. You are so right. We can rest when we need to. And then the energy comes back, just like that.

  17. Lori says:

    I know that on these shorter days of winter, I find myself tired a lot more. The lack of sun? Vitamin D? Maybe that’s what’s going on for you? I have a light therapy light I use. Maybe that’s something that might help you? Sometimes it helps me, sometimes it doesn’t. I think I need to use it for a longer period on tired days. 🤷‍♀️
    P.S. Love the word zamfizzled.

    • Kathy says:

      Hi Lori, you may be right about the need for Vitamin D. It is so dark lately, so gray and gloomy almost every single day. An acupuncturist suggested a couple years ago that I would benefit from light therapy, so maybe that would be something to consider on tired days. I haven’t had a tired day since last weekend, but they do come occasionally.

  18. sherrysescape says:

    I love your words! One of the things I do when I’m mindfully focusing my thinking brain on puzzling, to take the anxiety levels down, is something called nonograms. You might like them, Kathy 🙂

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