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 …
Spent last weekend at Lake Louise for a sewing retreat. No, not the world famous Lake Louise, the shining jewel of the Canadian Rockies, but instead a pretty and petite Lake Louise just outside of Toccoa, Georgia. It was pretty darned picturesque. Here are a few photos of the wee lake. Visit my other blog if you’re interested in the sewing!
A few minutes ago my phone beeped with a text alert. “Polls close in Georgia.” I put it down and turned back to the TV to continue watching “Julie and Julia”, a movie about cooking.
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.)
As I wrote about in my last post, I was lax in my routines for the past several months. So I made a vow to myself to be more mindful …
Do you remember going back to school in September, and your mom or dad (or teacher) would tell you that you had to just buckle down and do what needed to be done (typically homework or piano practice)? I recall being royally ticked when my parents told me to do something, but I did it anyway – stomping my feet the whole way. So I’ve been talking to myself like a parent. Just put the dishes in the dishwasher and clean the kitchen before you go play.
I’ve never been particularly good at sticking to routines; the only one I keep is being 6 to 10 minutes late for work, every day, and it doesn’t matter whether the commute is 5 minutes or an hour.
Since we moved I’ve struggled more than ever. I’ve missed sending birthday greetings, bill payments, volunteer assignments, and generally am flailing about.
Last night I came home from work, changed clothes and washed the basement floor, then had dinner with my husband and watched some Monday Night Football. I didn’t pack, unpack, water plants outside of an empty house, or exchange frantic emails with our realtor. Monday evening … normal life.
The townhouse closed last week just 35 days after it was listed. As I said in my last long-ago blog post, the inspection and sales process was brutal, made worse by dealing with our HOA.
There’s a lot going on with the sale of our old house, and not all of it is good. I’ve got drafts of blog posts bemoaning all of the issues but I’m afraid to hit ‘post’ because they all focus on what is going wrong, and to say it ‘out loud’ would give too much credence to negative energy.
Plus I’m afraid attorneys may be involved at some point and I don’t want to come to regret something I’ve posted publicly. (See kids, you not only have to be careful of the pictures you post, you have to be careful of your own words!)
First Sunday evening in our new house. I’d like to say that all has gone so smoothly, but that would be an enormous lie.