I haven’t posted here much recently. It’s not because I don’t want to, it’s become a question of time and priorities.
I’m beginning to think that I was in a bit of a funk the entire 6 years we were in the townhouse. Pre-Townhouse I always gardened, read books. socialized, did crafts, and worked on the house.
For a variety of reasons, things changed in the townhouse. Part of it was living in a smaller abode that was very dark, and a bigger part was a job where I was pretty much powerless. I didn’t realize what had dropped out of my life until there was a UFO contest (UnFinished Objects) contest on Pattern Review. Most people who sew have a bunch of half-finished projects. Not me. Everything is done. I have no partially completed tasks in this house. Jobs are started, finished, and then the mess is promptly tidied up and put away.
Sounds pretty damned orderly, doesn’t it?
Dear old world,” she murmured, “you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.”
– L.M. Montgomery, writer
Spent the weekend with someone who likely does not have many more days in this dear old world, yet he found a lot of joy simply watching his young grandson, and having a laugh with family. This really changes your perspective …
I have recently had an epiphany … I’ve forgotten how to try.
When I was younger, everything needed effort. I had to work hard to get through university, and work crappy old jobs after a full day of classes. Once I finished school I had to learn how to do a job, and how to cook and manage a house. Then I had to learn how the stock market works, and how to save money. You know the drill.
But now, as a fully grown adult, I don’t really have to put in any effort. And, in fact, I have forgotten how to actually put my nose to the grindstone.
This week, this one week, I’m going to put on effort in one area – working out. At least 5 times in the next week I will work out first thing in the morning, before I do anything else. Well, I’ll feed the cats, but then I will walk or use the elliptical or go to the gym at work.
Hold me to this, will ya?
In December one of the women at work received a “Random Acts of Kindness” Advent calendar with kindness missions for each day. I don’t know what the specific directives were, but she wrote some nice words on a sticky note and put it up on the mirror in the ladies’ room on our floor.
Thanksgiving has come and gone but there are still containers of leftovers in the fridge! I had four and a half glorious days off, the longest stretch of days off I’ve had since we moved into the house in August.
A few random things that I felt like jotting down …
Do Americans know that election campaigning in other countries is limited to very short periods of time? In Canada, campaigns are a maximum of 59 days long. Yup … there’s a limit on the number of days when candidates can make Canadians berserk.
I’m feeling a little bit angry and sick of the whole damned thing, are you? Half my friends and family members have been hidden on Facebook. I’ve unfollowed people on Instagram.
This election seems to have pissed everyone off. Conversations about things that have nothing to do with the election are suddenly interjected with political overtones.
So today I’m posting a few one-liners that someone emailed to me in 2003. (Yes, 2003) They’re not intended to be political … so don’t read anything into them!
Honk if you love peace and quiet.
Change is inevitable, except from vending machines.
Plan to be spontaneous tomorrow.
(PS … I’ve posted a new sewing piece on my other blog. Follow this link if you want to see pictures and discussion that has nothing to do November 8th.)